Wednesday, July 28, 2010
The dual-level film - directed in tandem by Ben Maddow, Sidney Meyeres and Joseph Strick, who also produced and edited the film - is ostensibly about a woman named Judith McGuire (Barbara Baxley, then a popular New York stage actress who had just appeared in Tennessee Williams' "Period of Adjustment"), who spends the day waiting for her divorce to come through by wandering around Los Angeles.
The year is 1959.
Jaded and now seeing life in a more realistic way, Judith serves as a guide through a city which, seen up close, looks dirty and disreputable - bustling yet empty. The rose-colored glasses are off.
The result is a narrative which works also - largely - as a documentary about the city and its assorted haunts, a narrative whose compelling supporting cast is a vast array of Los Angeleans, most of whom come across as emotionally and culturally impoverished. There's no sense of joy here because priorities have been skewed in favor of relentlessly shallow needs and goals.
Gary Merrill co-stars as a character called The Poet, who gives voice to the city, and Herschel Bernardi is on board, too. Leonard Rosenman wrote the score for this vivid journey through hopelessness.
For its 2008 screening of "The Savage Eye," the UCLA Film and Television Archive utilized The Billy Wilder Theater on its campus. More please.
Monday, July 26, 2010
The head toy there is an embittered old stuffed bear who sadistically puts the new arrivals in the line of fire of a bunch of stampeding brats.
Smoothly directed by Lee Unkrich, it's all alternately affecting, hilarious and heartbreaking, and among the new editions to its cast is a Ken doll who is worthy of/sleazy enough for a spot on ABC's "The Bachelor."
Lisa Cholodenko's "The Kids Are All Right" is a bright alt sitcom that benefits considerably from another thorough performance from Annette Bening and a playful one from Julianne Moore, the two (that's them above) playing lesbian partners/mothers whose world is turned upside down by the arrival their respective kids' same sperm-donor dad.
The only problem with the film is not Mark Ruffalo's usual non-actor performance, but a conventional twist in the narrative which has Ruffalo bedding Moore and Bening discovering the betrayal in a way that would be dated even on a daytime soap opera. I'm not spoiling anything here; Cholodenko sets up Moore's interest in hetero sex early on by having the two women use gay male porno films to jumpstart their own sex lives. It's an unfortunate tonal shift that mars an otherwise smart comedy.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Poster art for "Those Redheads from Seattle"Paramount's lively "Those Redheads from Seattle," directed in 1953 by Lewis R. Foster, was yet another overripe musical designed to exploit the 3-D craze, much less cheesy than two other 3-D musicals, George Marshall's "Red Garters" and Lloyd Bacon's "The French Line," both from 1954.
Brewer shares the title role with Rhonda Fleming and sister duo, Cynthia and Kay Bell, as members of a singing-sister act, The Edmunds, performing in saloons in the Yukon during the Gold Rush days of 1898 - and hoping to strike their own fortune. The inimitable Agnes Moorehead plays their mother.
The plot, such as it is, involves Fleming's suspicion that the act's boss - a saloon owner played by Gene Barry (with the untrustworhty name, Johnny Kisco) - may be the very no-account who murdered the girls' beloved father.
Teresa Brewer with Guy Mitchell in a musical number
Brewer's endearing, outsized perkiness - she was dubbed "the little girl with the big voice" at the time - made her a screen natural. The camera loved her. And, for what it's worth, she steals the movie - or what little there is to steal.
But nothing came of her film debut. The problem may be that she didn't have musical numbers here as infectious as her signature songs, "Music, Music, Music" and "Ricochet Romance." Too bad. Because if Doris Day hadn't been available (and as wonderful as she was), Brewer would have made a terrific Babe Williams in "The Pajama Game."
Another missed opportunity.
Note in Passing: Co-incidentally, Guy Mitchell, a young musical leading man of the era, had roles in both "Redheads" and "Red Garters."
Brewer above and in a publicity shot with Agnes Moorehead and Rhonda Fleming and The Bell Sisters
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Structured as a state-of-the-art noir,"Inception" has something to do with a small band of intellectual adventurers who invade - and often share - the dreams of clients with lofty problems that need to be solved.
They are provocateurs who suggest ideas to their clients, manipulating their thought and dream patterns, and particularly astute viewers might sense that Nolan is using dream manipulation here as an allegory for filmmaking itself and that his chief protagonist is an auteur of sorts.
Arcane wordplay is used to explain everything and simply listening to it can lull one into a seductive dreamworld that is not unlike a movie.
And that is not at all unpleasurable.
A commanding Leonardo DiCaprio, Nolan's on-screen surrogate, is physically even a dead-ringer for Nolan here as he leads a world-class supporting cast through an intimidating maze of rushing action and melancholy moods. The latter is driven by DiCaprio's relentless pursuit of his late wife (the magnetic Marion Cotillard) in a dreamworld that he would like to share with her but, for apparent reasons, can't.
Their "relationship" is the core of "Inception" and it's clear that Nolan shrewdly used Alfred Hitchcock's woozy, iconic "Veritgo" (1958) - the last word in a man hopelessly stalking a woman - as his template.
This most audacious film tackles remarkably serious matters - loss and the fear and sense of exclusion that come with it - and, in the end, despite its willfully confusing vision, "Inception" is astonishingly simple.
It is that rare modern movie that has a moral conscience.
Monday, July 12, 2010
It was to be Fox's B.H.E. - Big Holiday Entertainment. (It was a Christmas release.) But it turned out to be Fox's B.H.E. - Big Holiday Embarrassment.
What went wrong? The plot - about a trio of unlikely rum-runners (Burt, Gene and Liza) - sounded like it could be a pleasing romp, particularly with that cast. Plus Huyck-Katz added the titilation of Minnelli going back and forth between Reynolds and Hackman, romantically, with coy hints of ménage à trois doings (coy enough to avoid an R rating, natch).
Actually, now that I think about it, none of this sounds very good at all. In performance, the film is forced, with everyone pretending to have a blast and Minnelli, in particular, irritating in her trademarked giggly/jittery way.
Two additional endings were filmed when Fox became understandably anxious over the original in which the film takes a jarringly tragic turn with Hackman and Reynolds ending up dead and Minnelli ending up alone.
In the early 1980s, the Fox syndicated self-promotional show, "That's Hollywood," included this footage in an episode on outtakes.
The sequence is haunting and painterly as Hackman and Reynolds are gunned down on a beach, with the waves pushing their dead bodies towards a traumatized, immobolized Minnelli who walks towards the shore.
It's a sobering, fatalistic moment but one has to ask what it had to do with what preceded it. What on earth were Donen, Huyck and Katz thinking? Not surprisingly, Fox (which presumably approved the original script) demanded a happy ending. Donen shot two - one in which the three characters are still together in old age (see out-of-focus photo below) and the one which went into the release print, where everything turns out rosy and the implied ménage à trois continues uninterrupted. The End.
Hackman came through the ordeal essentially unscathed, while the ever productive Reynolds didn't have a care in the world as he had churned out three other titles that year (John G. Avildsen's "W.W. and the Dixie Dancekings," Peter Bogdanovich's "At Long Last Love" and Robert Aldrich's "Hustle"). He operated as an old-style studio star.
But the film effectively ended the film careers of Donen, Minnelli and Huyck and Katz, who would go on to write a negligible sequel to "American Graffiti" and the notorious "Howard the Duck" (1986).
"Lucky Lady," reportedly never released on any home entertainment format, had disappeared until the Fox Movie Channel started airing it (in wide screen) in June. Added showings have been penciled in for July 21 at 2:00 p.m. (est), July 27 at 4:00 p.m., August 3 at 2:00 p.m. and August 13 at 4:00 p.m. Not a good film but, for some bizarre reason, worth catching.
Friday, July 09, 2010
Mary Badham (above) and Phillip Alford (below) both looked up to Gregory Peck in Mulligan's "To Kill a Mockingbird." So did the audience in those days.Growing up, I paid scant attention to Gregory Peck. He wasn't my favorite movie star. I thought him too stiff and reserved, emotionally distant. What can I say? I was young and stupid.
But these days, when I look at what Hollywood passes off as men, Peck looks and sounds pretty good. Watching one of his films now, I see a genuine grown up - a fully formed, mature man. You don't see much of that on screen anymore, not even in the work of an elder statesman like Jack Nicholson.
It made me wonder - why aren't there any actors who want to be like Gregory Peck, who want to be "the next Gregory Peck" or who remind us, even slightly, of Gregory Peck? A few years ago, I read an article in which contemporary actors were asked what actors from the past they appreciated the most and hoped to emulate and the name invoked the most was Steve McQueen, a fine, commanding actor who shrewdly couched a certain immaturity into his performances. It was novel and appealing when the person in question was Steve McQueen, less so when it's (well, fill in the space with a young actor, almost any young actor, today).
Cary Grant, of course, is also a big reference point for most of today's actors. George Clooney is "the new Cary Grant," don't cha know.
But no one ever calls forth the name of Gregory Peck.
Tom Cruise is currently 48, although he seems like an eternal boy. Peck was actually three years younger than Cruise when he played his most defining character - Atticus Finch in Robert Mulligan's film of Harper Lee's "To Kill a Mockingbird" in 1961. (The film was released in 1962.)
No one would ever mistake Atticus Finch for a boy.
And I, for one, have given up on the idea of Cruise ever playing a character even remotely like Finch, even remotely mature.
By the way, Peck is currently being honored by Turner Classic Movies as its Star of the Month, via 26 titles. Tune in and see what it means to be a man, to be a grown up. Then go see Cruise in "Knight and Day."
Note in Passing: As another point of reference, Clark Gable was 37 - 11 years younger than Cruise - when he appeared in "Gone with the Wind."
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
Films fail for a variety of reasons, the most recurring one being neglect - by the studio that produced it, the critics who review it and a public that just doesn't care. Neglected films are what drives this site.
Case in point: Anne Bancroft's soulful "Fatso," her only directorial/writing credit. Released (half-heartedly) by 20th Century-Fox in 1980, the small, very small, taciturn film offered Dom DeLuise one of his few noteworthy film roles ("The End" is another) as Dominick DiNapoli, an unassuming guy with a weight problem and, by extention, body-image issues. Two women come to his rescue - his sister, Antoinette (played by Bancroft herself), who tries to nudge him towards a healthier diet and lifestyle, and Lydia (the singular Candice Azzara), a neighborhood woman who is just the distraction that Dom needs.
The film, hastily dismissed upon release, seems downright prescient 30 years later. Ahead of its time? Has its time finally come? Perhaps. I do know that Bancroft's sure hand with her actors and the material is impressive. She handles both with the simplicity of a silent film; the courtship shared by DeLuise and Azzara is like a tiny duet out of Chaplin.
Almost impossible to see, the affecting "Fatso" has suddenly surfaced on HBO, where it plays throughout July, with performances scheduled for July 7, 9, 10, 11, 12, 20 and 25. Check for exact times in your area and be sure to catch it. You'll be both surprised and pleased. I promise.
Note in Passing: Dom DeLuise directed his own film, for producer Ray Stark, a year earlier - "Hot Stuff," in which he co-starred with Jerry Reed, Suzanne Pleshette and Ossie Davis. Also lost and also appealing.
Hill, Tomei and Reilly gamely participate in a study of dubious relationships in the Duplass's "Cyrus.I've an elusive thought: Am I the only one to notice that John C. Reilly's relationship with his ex-wife in Jay and Mark Duplass's "Cyrus" is every bit as unhealthy as Jonah Hill's with his mother? That parallel seems to be the point of an otherwise pointless, albeit engaging, film but it's been addressed by no critics to the best of my knowledge. It's also interesting that Reilly's so-called hero consistently, and rather selfishly, intrudes upon and interrupts two relationships here - Catherine Keener's with her fiancé and Marisa Tomei's with her son. He's an interloper and a third wheel in both cases - a narcissist deceptively disguised in sheep's clothing.
Monday, July 05, 2010
The fabulous ensemble cast of Richard Quine's fabulous "My Sister Eileen": (from left) Richard York (aka, Dick York), Lucy Marlowe, Robert Fosse (aka, Bob Fosse), Janet, Jack Lemmon, Betty Garrett, Kurt Kasznar and Horace McMahon, all atop a marquee
Janet Leigh, being celebrated by Turner Classic Movies on Tuesday, 6 July on the occasion of her birthday, was one of Hollywood's most pleasing screen presences and a particularly unassuming actress.
Which made her even more pleasing.
Her evolution from a scrubbed, sweet-faced starlet to a no-nonsense woman with an abrupt comic manner and tough resilence was one of genuine growth. Her sexual appeal was the real deal - she's what James Agee would call "a dish" - and she never trivialized it, her credibility as an actress being more important to her. She had grace, style.
Leigh deserved more credit and acclaim during her lifetime than she received. "I don't know what it is I exude," Leigh once quipped. "But whatever it is, it's whatever I am!" I wish she could have read what critic Carrie Rickey had to say in a April 23rd essay on her Flickgrrl blog.
"One of her distinctive features was the chorus-girl bod that was such a startling contrast to her woman-of-the-world voice," Rickey wrote. That says it all about Leigh's singular appeal. I can't top that.
Leigh with city bigwigs George Schwartz (left) and Abe Rosen during a visit to Philadelphia in 1963
Of the seven films that Turner will screen, starting at 7 a.m., est, with Stanley Donen's delightful
"Fearless Fagan" (1952), the crown jewel is inarguably Richard Quine's original 1955 film musical, "My Sister Eileen," with a solid score by Jule Styne and Leo Robin and clever choreography by Bob Fosse (then billed as Robert) who also co-starred in the role that Quine played in the straight Rosalind Russell version of the material. "Eileen" airs at 8:30 a.m.
Also being screened are Terence Young's "Sarari" (1956); Richard Fleischer's "The Vikings" (1958), in which Leigh co-starred with her then-husband Tony Curtis (and Kirk Douglas); George Sidney's hilarious "Who Was That Lady?" (1960), also with Curtis (and Dean Martin); Robert Gist's "An American Dream" (1966), and Jerry Lewis' "Three on a Couch" (1966). If I had my way, I would have added Blake Edwards' "The Perfect Furlough" (1958), another with Curtis; "The Red Danube" (1949), also directed by Sidney; Norman Taurog's "Living It Up" (1954), with Martin and Lewis, James V. Kerns' "Two Tickets to Broadway" (1951) and, of course, Orson Welles' "Touch of Evil" (1958), Alfred Hitchcock's "Psycho" (1960) and John Frankenheimer's "The Manchurian Candidate" (1962).
La Merm with screen daughter, Dorothy Provine, in Stanley Kramer's elephantine, oddly unfunny comedy epic, "It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World"I've written repeatedly here about my affection for Mervyn LeRoy's 1962 filmization of "Gypsy," my all-time favorite movie musical.
The film - actually, its star, Rosalind Russell specifically - has been the subject of a five-decade hissy fit on the part of Broadway types who resent that Ethel Merman, the star of the piece on stage, wasn't signed by Warner Bros. to repeat the role that she created to some acclaim.
The disturbing columnist Dorothy Kilgallen in particular got her nose out of joint when her good friend Merman was passed by as Mama Rose.
But Jack Warner wasn't stupid: Like everyone else, he had seen "Call Me Madam" and "There's No Business Like Show Business" and knew that Merman was no screen personality. Instead, he went for a world-class actress who would bring psychological depth to the character.
Anyway, while it was in production, Kilgallen had "Gypsy" under a microscope for her on-going demonization. LeRoy's nifty decision to hire Jack Benny for an inspired cameo elicited the following Kilgallen criticism: "Jack Benny has been hired to play a role in the film of 'Gypsy.' It must be in trouble." Jeez, you can't buy bad publicity like that.
A year later, Merman got a consolation prize when she was hired by Stanley Kramer to play the harridan, Mrs. Marcus - mother of Dorothy Provine and mother-in-law of Milton Berle - in Kramer's elephantine comedy, "It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World." The film, despite its plethora of noted comedy stars, is singularly unfunny - except for Merman.
She's a hoot in the film.
Anyway, Jack Benny, perhaps not coincidentally, popped up for a cameo scene opposite Merman - which leads to a very inside joke.
Merman and company are stranded, their car having broken down, when Benny drives by and asks if they're having trouble.
"No!," screams Merman as only she could, adding angrily "And we don't need any help from you!"
The scene isn't the least bit funny and seems pointless - until you think about Benny's unclean participation in Merman's beloved "Gypsy."
I don't know but that thowaway line, "And we don't need any help from you!," always takes on a deeper meaning for me.
"It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World" airs on Turner Classic Movies at 8 p.m. (est), 6 July.
Sunday, July 04, 2010
Janet Leigh, being a good sport and a team player in George Sidney's 1963 destruction of "Bye Bye Birdie"Turner Classic Movies rarely does anything wrong. It almost never loses its footing in its pristine presentation of the best of Hollywood.
However, for me, its Essentials, Jr., Turner's attempt to introduce kids to the pleasures of great old movies, was misconceived from the very beginning and has a remained a slough in the TCM landscape.
For some bizarre reason, this feature has been hosted for the last two seasons by the ordinarily affable John Lithgow. I assume that someone at Turner thinks that Lithgow is a draw for children because of his association with the sitcom, "3rd Rock from the Sun." But that show ended its five-year run in 2001, and the kids who watched it are probably in college now and could care less about John Lithgow, who begins every segment earnestly trying to enlighten Turner's coveted young viewers by pontificating in the most professorial, unctous way imaginable.
This is OK when the film in question is a genuine classic, such as the June 20th Essentials, Jr. showing of Robert Mulligan's 1962 "To Kill a Mockingbird," but right now, Turner is airing George Sidney's singular disaster, "Bye Bye Birdie" (1963). Surely, calling this catastrophe, this embarrassment, a "classic" or an "essential" is a joke, right?
The film seems to exist only so Sidney, who came onto the film after original director Gower Champion bolted, could fetishize Ann-Margret, grotesquely miscast here as a 15-year-old innocent. So "Bye Bye Birdie" is questionable not only as a "film classic" but also as something suitable for children, given A-M's bumping and grinding and heavy breathing.
But back to Lithgow's opening lecture... He sings praises of Michael Stewart's book for the stage show, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Sidney's film, by way of Irving Brecher's hack screenplay, destroys everything that was good about Stewart's script. (The inane, Disney-fied bits involving the turtle, the speed-up pill and the Russian ballet troupe were all Brecher's brainchildren.) I know that Lithgow doesn't write this stuff himself but, as the front man here, this kind of omission, this misinformation, reflects directly on him. That's right - misinformation.
Case in point: During his intro, Lithgow comments that Sidney retained three of the show's original stars - Dick Van Dyke and Paul Lynde (both of whom reportedly never liked the film; ditto for Janet Leigh) and, as the titular Conrad Birdie, Jesse Pearson. Wrong. Pearson was not the original Birdie on Broadway. That would be the incredible Dick Gautier. Pearson didn't even appear in "Birdie" on Broadway. He was plucked from the touring company. He's a stick in the role and it's understandable, once you've witnessed his arch performance here, why he made only one other feature film (George Marshall's "Advance to the Rear" in year later).
After Lithgow's introduction, I tried to watch the film again but, as usual, I couldn't make it past the spectacle of A-M running toward the camera and, seemingly, growling, stratching and barking at it, as she she screamed out the opening title song. "Bye Bye Birdie" is a prime example of good material sacrificed in service to a misguided director's obsession with his starlet. Sorry, but, I never shared this particular obsession.
By all means, forget Sidney's unwatchable film and instead check out the 1995 TV remake, directed with fidelity to the original - and with intelligent wit - by Gene Saks. As for Essentials, Jr., it also represents a good idea that remains stillborn. It's time for Turner to pull the plug on this feature.
Or seriously rethink it.
Friday, July 02, 2010
The gifted Michael Ritchie gets an evening on Turner, 13 & 14 July, with screenings of his "competition" films - "Downhill Racer," "Smile" and "The Survivors"Keeping up with Turner Classic Movies on a daily basis can take over one's life. Trying to document its monthly schedule has become frustrating because it's always such a bear - a merciless bottomless pit of movies that demand to be seen, must be seen. They must!
So, starting this month, I'm making a concerted effort to control myself, dealing largely (and tersely) with those titles that are rare, difficult to see and/or generally underrated. Wish me luck. Here goes...
Charles Walters' "Lili" (1953) - 10:30 a.m., July 1. A one-song musical and it's irresistible. For kids, this was "The Sound of Music" in its day andm unlike "Music," a good example that less is more.
John Brahm's "Hot Rods to Hell" (1967) - 3:15 a.m. July 2. A lurid, compulsively watchable road/vacation movie with a knockout cast - Dana Andrews, Jeanne Crain and the very hot Mimsy Farmer.
Vincente Minnelli's "The Long, Long Trailer" (1954) - 11:30 p.m., July 3. Somewhat of an aching comedy in which Minnelli examines the dark side of marriage in general and the Lucy-Desi union in particular.
Peter H. Hunt's " 1776 " (1972 ) - 2:30 p.m., July 4. A masterpiece which Jack Warner tried to destroy, a la "A Star Is Born," by making wholesale, gratuitious cuts so that it would qualify for an engagement at Radio City Music Hall. Produced by Hunt as a three-hour roadshow, replete with overture and intermission (track down the Pioneer laser disc pronto!), this is the 165-minute version, minus the reserved-seats-only trimmings.
Stanley Donen's "Fearless Fagan" (1952) - 7 a.m., July 6. Adorable Donen trifle with cute couple Janet Leigh and Carlton Carpenter.
Robert Ellis Miller's "Sweet November" (1968) - 4 p.m., July 9. Sandy Dennis, a reluctant icon, caught in all her idiosyncratic glory.
John Ford's "Sergeant Rutledge" (1960) - 10 p.m., July 10. Two years before Robert Mulligan filmed Harper Lee's "To Kill a Mockingbird," Ford got there first with this courtroom drama about a black man accused of raping a white woman. Woody Strode has the Brock Peters role.
Lew Landers' "Living on Love" (1937) - 10:45 a.m., July 12. One of Turner's RKO discoveries, a remake of "Rafter Romance" about a young woman sharing an apartment with a man she never sees.
John Frankenheimer's "I Walk the Line" (1970) - 5:30 a.m., July 13. Gregory Peck as a rural sheriff whose midlife crisis involves Tuesday Weld, daughter of a local moonshiner. Estelle Parsons co-stars.
Michael Ritchie's "Downhill Racer" (1969) and his terrific "Smile" (1975) air at 6:15 p.m., July 13 and 1 a.m. on July 14, respectively. Now sadly forgotten, Michael Ritchie produced the most thoughtful comedies about American drive and pushiness, as exemplifed by these tiny gems. The planned screening of Ritchie's , "Semi-Tough" (1977), once scheduled to follow "Smile," has been replaced by another Ritchie flick, "The Survivors" (1983).
Sam Peckinpah's "Convoy" (1978) - 5 a.m., July 14. Ali MacGraw who made out so well under Peckinpah's direction in "The Getaway" teams with Kris Kristofferson for some more bumptious fun.
Joseph H. Lewis's "Gun Crazy" (1949) - 9:15 p.m., July 14. A man and woman, both somewhat deranged and loose cannons, get their hands on guns and go on the crime spree. Low-down fun.
Savage Steve Holland's "Better Off Dead" (1985) - 8 p.m., July 15. Savage Steve directed John Cusack in to livewire comedies - this and "One Crazy Summer" - and then slithered into TV work. What a waste.
Paul Henried's "Girls on the Loose" (1958) - 2:30 a.m., July 17 - followed by Bernard Vorhaus' "So Young, So Bad" (1950) - 4 a.m., July 17. Henried directs one film about girls gone wrong (among them Barbara Bostock and Mara Corday) and then plays opposite a bevy of them (including Anne Jackson, Anne Francis and Rita Moreno) in the second.
Phil Karlson's "The Phenix City Story" (1953) - 2 p.m., July 17. Crackerjack Karlson flick, edgy and moody. You can't miss.
Curtis Bernhardt's "Kisses for My President" (1964) - noon, July 18. Long unavailable, this affable comedy stars Polly Bergan, just swell as the Prisdent of the United States, and Fred MacMurray as the First Husband.
Robert Mulligan's "Inside Daisy Clover" (1965). Dark, dark warning about how Hollywood uses people. Great cast, headed by Natalie Wood. See companion film "The Legend of Lylah Clare" - 6 a.m., 7/24.
Green is the operative word here. Kinji Fukasaku's "The Green Slime" (1969) - noon, July 19 - Richard Fleischer's "Soylent Green" (1973) - 1:45 p.m., July 19. Delectable - and good for you, too.
Richard Thorpe's "Man Proof" (1938) - 5:45 p.m., July 20. In which Myrna Loy and Rosalind Russell fight over Walter Pidgeon.
George Axelrod's "Lord Love a Duck" (1966) - 1:30 a.m., July 23. Only the fertile mind of someone like Axelrod could imagine Roddy McDowell and Tuesday Weld as high-school kids, he playing demented mentor/Henry Higgins to her protégé in the usual teen schemes.
Don Weis' "The Affairs of Dobie Gillis" (1953) - 3:30 a.m., July 23. Watch it for the cast - Debbie Reynolds, Bobby Van, Bob Fosse and Barbara Ruick - and the especially dancing by Van and Fosse.
Martha Coolidge's "Valley Girl" (1983) - 5 a.m., July 23. Nicolas Cage as the unimaginable - a teenager. Deborah Foreman in the girl.
Steve Carver's "Big Bad Mama" (1974) - 2:15 a.m., July 24. Angie Dickenson, William Shatner and Tom Skerritt squeeze as much juice and seediness as they can out of this crime version of "Gypsy" (about a mother who pushes her daughters into crime rather than show biz).
Robert Aldrich's "The Legend of Lylah Clare" (1968) - 6 a.m., July 24. Hollywood horror from Aldrich, campy and disturbing. With a game performance from Kim Novak and a distinquished one by Peter Finch. See companion film "Inside Daisy Clover" - 4 p.m., 7/18.
George Roy Hill's "The World of Henry Orient" (1964) - 2 p.m., July 25. A sort-of update of "The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer," in which precocious teenagers Tippi Walker and Merrie Spaeth stalk - and lust after - Peter Sellers. Like "Bobbysoxer," it could never be made today.
David Butler's "By the Light of the Silvery Moon" (1953) - midnight, July 28. Doris Day and Gordon MacRae when they were something of a screen team in an entertaining version of the Penrod stories.
Will Price's "Rock, Rock, Rock" (1956) - 8 p.m., July 29. With Tuesday Weld (only this time, she really is a teenager). She gets to sing. OK, she's dubbed. But who cares? It's Tuesday Weld for heaven's sake.
William Castle's "Shanks" (1974) - 2 a.m., July 31. Castle directs mime Marcel Marceau (who gets to utter one word) in his least-seen movie.
Burt Kennedy's "The Rounders" (1965) - 2 p.m., July 31 - Modern day "oater" (as they called them) which teams aging cowpokes Henry Fonda and Glenn Ford with hot Sue Ane Langdon and Hope Holliday.
Millard Kaufman's "Convicts Four" (1962) - 9:30 p.m., July 31. The ever sexually intimidating Ben Gazzara in one of his rare lead roles. He was like Anthony Franciosa, only without the smoothed-over edges.
Thursday, July 01, 2010
Polanski's atmospheric "The Ghost Writer," tops the movie year 2010 - 1 January through 30 June
Roman Polanski's "The Ghost Writer"
Raymond De Felitta's "City Island"
Alain Resnais' "Wild Grass"/"Les herbes folles"
Nicole Holofcener's "Please Give"
Julian Jarrold, James Marsh and Anand Tucker's "Red Riding Trilogy"
Brian Koppelman & David Levien's "Solitary Man"
Lee Unkrich's "Toy Story 3"
Derrick Borte's "The Joneses"
Rodrigo García's "Mother and Child"
Floria Sigismondi's "The Runaways"
Noah Baumbach's "Greenberg"
Martin Scorsese's "Shutter Island"
Lisa Cholodenko's "The Kids Are All Right"
Ricki Stern and Anne Sundberg's "Joan Rivers: A Piece of Work"
Pierce Brosnan & Olivia Williams/"The Ghost Writer"
Annette Bening/"Mother and Child" & "The Kids Are All Right"
Julianne Moore/"The Kids Are All Right"
Michael Douglas/"Solitary Man"
Joan Rivers/"Joan Rivers: A Piece of Work"
Leonardo DiCaprio/"Shutter Island"
Andy Garcia, Emily Moritmer & Julianna Margulies/"City Island"
Jonah Hill and Marisa Tomei/"Cyrus"
Vanessa Redgrave/"Letters to Juliet"
André Dussollier/"Wild Grass"("Les herbes folles")
Catherine Keener, Amanda Peet & Rebecca Hall/"Please Give"
Dakota Fanning & Kristen Stewart/"The Runaways"
Michael Shannon/"The Runaways"