Showing posts with label Brian Keith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brian Keith. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Film Review: NIGHTFALL (1957, Jacques Tourneur)

Stars: 4.4 of 5.
Running Time: 78 minutes.
Tag-line: "YOU COULD GO TO THE MOVIES EVERY DAY FOR FIVE YEARS---BEFORE YOU'D SEE ANOTHER PICTURE WITH SO MANY THRILLS AND SO MUCH SUSPENSE!" Notable Cast or Crew: Aldo Ray (MEN IN WAR, THE GREEN BERETS), Ann Bancroft (THE GRADUATE, HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS), Brian Keith (THE WIND AND THE LION, THE YAKUZA, THE DEADLY COMPANIONS), Jocelyn Brando (Marlon's sister, THE BIG HEAT, MOMMIE DEAREST), Frank Albertson (PSYCHO, IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE), and James Gregory (THE MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE, THE NAKED CITY). Story by David Goodis (DARK PASSAGE, SHOOT THE PIANO PLAYER) and screenplay by Stirling Silliphant (TELEFON, VILLAGE OF THE DAMNED, SHAFT IN AFRICA).
Best one-liner: A loving wife to her husband after a long day's work: "What you need is a drink... and some lamb stew, come on."

French director Jacques Tourneur (OUT OF THE PAST, CAT PEOPLE, I WALKED WITH A ZOMBIE) was a man who thrived on peculiar shadows, a fine mist, and the the realms of the unknown- whether it be in one of those frightening, out-of-the-way places, or somewhere deep within the dark, bracken-carpeted forest of a man's soul. And despite being best known for his accomplishments in horror and films noir, the man had a great affinity for nature, and never shied away from reveling in the grandeur of a majestic American landscape. NIGHTFALL is darkness and light. Neon-bedaubed, ice-rattling-in-a-highball-glass, murderous alleyway thug mystery is contrasted with gleaming snowscapes, the smell of pine, a mislaid bag of dough, and a traumatic memory- the flashback-driven answers. In my review, I'd prefer not to touch upon the specifics of the plot, so instead I'll consider the mood and the characterizations.

Aldo Ray is our protagonist. With a palooka exterior (albeit somewhat of a baby-faced one) and a soothing, gentle voice, it's really no surprise that Bruce Willis was tasked with seeing as many Aldo Ray films as possible in preparation his role in PULP FICTION- though perhaps a more accurate modern comparison would be one with David Morse. Ray can play the sort of big lug who'll admit it when he's scared, but still'll have no trouble serving up a platter of knuckle sandwiches if he has to (which is, surprisingly, almost never in NIGHTFALL).

He's even supposed to be an artist (!), too, which is a slight stretch, but he's a bizarre enough specimen to pull it off. He orders at a bar– "Vodka on the rocks, with a lemon twist." "Lemon twist or a big twist?," asks the long in the tooth bartender. "You look like the big twist type," Ray mildly replies. I love it.

Our female lead is a young Ann Bancroft. Somehow coming across as simulataneously as a more sweet-tempered and edgier version of Joan Crawford, she is pretty damned fantastic. Playing a model (and called a "mannequin" by her higher ups!) she gets a terrific Hitchcockian moment where she must escape goons at her own fashion show, dashing away from the crowd, cape and all! She has a palpable chemistry with Ray, both when they're at odds (wounded and at her apartment, he grumbles "Nice place- I'll try not to bleed all over everything!") and when they're working together (Ray aids her in her fashion show exit by awkwardly carrying and running with her). After their voguish escapade, Bancroft wonders what her boss, Mrs. Lipton, would say- "It's $650 worth of sequins!" Ray responds, earnestly- "Mrs. Lipton's never seen what a .45 can do to a set of sequins."

"Youre the most wanted man I know..." KISSSS

Amidst these great escapes, flashbacks, frame jobs, and misplaced bags of loot, we've got a duo of heavies, played by Brian Keith and Rudy Bond. Brian Keith has always got a sort of 'relaxed-bordering-on-weary,' matter-of-fact demeanor, and here it suits his killer quite well. Rudy Bond is the more unhinged of the two, leering, joking and waving a gun around like an overweight proto-Alan Arkin. ("I got a mind to give you an extra belly-button!") But maybe he just wants to be liked (?!). In one notable scene, they're roughing up Ray upon the shadowy, expressionistic landscape of an industrial park. Between the twirling gears, upright derricks, curling iron arms, seas of gravel, and savage gunmen, the sequence serves to genuinely rattle the audience. As I watched it, I realized it reminded me of something else– when Dennis Hopper perpetrates some lipstick-smeared intimidation on Kyle MacLachlan in BLUE VELVET! (And, as a side note, a suspense scene involving the spinning blades of a snowmobile was a clear inspiration for the flying wing 'propellers of death' sequence in RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK.)

In all, NIGHTFALL is a taut, moody noir, packed with sharp, clever Stirling Silliphant dialogue; poetic, mysterious Tourneur visuals; and likable, workmanlike performances. It's no OUT OF THE PAST (my favorite noir), but how could it be? Just about four and a half stars.

-Sean Gill

Friday, January 23, 2009

Film Review: HOOPER (1978, Hal Needham)

Stars: 3.9 of 5.
Running Time: 99 minutes.
Notable Cast or Crew: Burt Reynolds, Sally Field, Brian Keith, Adam West, Terry Bradshaw, Robert Klein, John Marley, a shit-ton of stuntmen.
Tag-lines: "It just ain't summer without Burt!" AND "Ain't nobody can fly a car like Hooper!"
Best one-liner(s): "Everyone get drunk and be somebody!" AND "Somebody call him a cab." "I don't need a cab...I AM a cab."

This film doesn't quite deserve four stars, but there's something about the giddy, incorrigible, self-reflexive final freeze frame that leaves me no other choice. Burt Reynolds IS Sonny Hooper, the greatest stuntman alive, doubling on a film for Adam West, who plays himself. Burt's girlfriend, as in real life at the time, is Sally Field, and her dad, Brian Keith (REFLECTIONS IN A GOLDEN EYE), is a stunt legend and Hooper's mentor. Jan-Michael Vincent (AIRWOLF) is the brash up-and-comer. A few large stunt setpieces, a bar fight, and a smidgen of human drama are woven across this tapestry of characters, and that's about all there is to this movie, besides it being the most comprehensive and in-joke-filled tribute to stunt people ever. But there's some great stuff in there. Burt & Co. taunt local cops, get in barfights with Terry Bradshaw and then become friends, go drunk driving, do inappropriate things to women's asses while in Friar Tuck costumes (and this a full five years before the famous goosing on the poster of STROKER ACE), taunt animal rights advocates, etc. Yep, it's whacky, alright.

Hijinks to ensue in: 5... 4... 3... 2...

But the thing that truly pushes this thing over the edge is Burt's laugh. It's usually pretty girlish, and that's always been one of his trademarks. I don't know if he just feels more comfortable here since Sally Field's around or something, but here there is ZERO restraint. The laugh goes up another ten notches, to the point he could conceivably be auditioning to do the voice of Elmo. So you gotta enjoy the unrestrained Reynolds glee, which ultimately manifests itself with a look straight into the camera, a silly grin, and the 'okay' sign, captured for all-time as the closing freeze frame.

Bravo, Hooper. Though the film probably would have been a bigger hit if they'd called it SMOKEY AND THE HOOPER. This is just the goofy primer, however, cause now you gotta rent SHARKY'S MACHINE and travel into the tortured inner depths of Burt's soul...

-Sean Gill

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Film Review: SHARKY'S MACHINE (1981, Burt Reynolds)


Stars: 4 of 5.
Running Time: 122 minutes.
Notable Cast or Crew: Vittorio Gassman, Brian Keith, Bernie Casey, Henry Silva, Charles Durning, Earl Holliman, Darryl Hickman, Richard Libertini.
Tag-line: "Nobody leans on Sharky's Machine."
Best one-liner(s): "I'm gonna pull the chain on you, pal. And you wanna know why? 'Cause you're fucking up my city. 'Cause you're walking all over people like you own them. And you wanna know the worst part? You're from out of state."

"Nobody better lean on Sharky's machine." Well, I got some bad news for ya, tagline. This movie is all about leaning on Sharky's machine. It's about tryin' to break that machine. His machine, of course, being the elite unit of men that Sharky builds during his exile in vice. Reynolds IS Sharky. And Reynolds IS also the auteur of this fine picture. And his machine includes everybody from the voice of Piglet to Bill and Ted's disapproving teacher. Now there's one question that's definitely gonna pop up if you watch SHARKY'S MACHINE. And it's gonna be: does director Burt Reynolds simply not know the rules of cinema, or is he openly choosing to flout them? And the answer is pretty clear if you know Sharky from Shinola.

For example- Reynolds has THREE extremely different pop songs play over the opening credits in a medley (including "Street Life"), he uses more helicopter shots than I thought humanly possible, he directs Charles Durning to be REALLY pissed off for every frame of his performance, and he condenses about a half-hour of screentime involving key plot points, forensics, and the first meeting between Sharky and the main villain into a montage sequence accompanied by some real smoove jazz. Reynolds cries! Reynolds makes key baddie Vittorio Gassman look like a shadowy doppelganger of SHARKY, 'stache and all! Reynolds slaps around both women AND corpses! Reynolds makes a movie in the vein of THE FRENCH CONNECTION in 1981! Reynolds inserts NINJAS into the narrative of a serious crime drama! So make no mistake, this movie is something of an anomaly. It's not afraid to buck convention. And it's a damn fine film. So nobody better lean on SHARKY'S MACHINE. Except maybe Loni, and maybe Dom on the weekends and when Burt's in a good mood.

-Sean Gill