Ritmo diabolico

Sal Mineo was a real so-so actor. Apart from his fresh, young looks, sweet face, deep eyes and athletic build, he was not more than a third rate version of some James Dean or even Elvis, who was a mediocre actor, too. Here, Sal tries to take on life of great late drummer (my personal musical favorite in jazz) Gane Krupa. Did Sal succeed? Nay, he did not. Gene was an affable, lovable, open-hearted man of integrity and skill. Sal is OK but not deeply convincing. Instead, he looks more like a talented, but hapless, selfish, spoiled man of some unripe masculinity. One thing is great for sure - Sal really knew how to play them drums well. Yes, real Gene Krupa recorded all the drum parts for the movie, but Sal mimicked them all with such a thrilling precision and skill that I, as a drummer myself, was awed. The love line is nothing more than a very typical 50's Hollywood kitsch palette of clichés and banality. Well, one more great thing is an outstanding jazz soundtrack with all the greats included. The film could have become a bigger and better thing, but all is jammed and packed in 100 minutes and the aftertaste is somewhat sour and bitter. Gene deserved a better impersonator, in fact. And the movie a better script.