Storm Fear

There may be a Christmas tree in the living room, but there is little festive flavour to this grim, gripping yarn, which combines crime drama with family misfortunes - regret, remorse and recrimination.

Dan Duryea is a writer who has much wrong with him. Hostile to the music on the radio (wait till you hit the '60's man!), whilst his ailing body and sporadic whines are the closest things to strong drink permitted in the isolated house he shares with dutiful wife, Jean Wallace and teenage son, David Stollery. It's difficult to warm to dismal Dan. There is a blanket of snow outside and he presides over a no less icy mood indoors. The arrival of his brother, Cornel Wilde, shot up and on the run following a robbery, with accomplices, bully boy Steven Hill, who resembles William Bendix after a six week course at Slimming World and his moll, blonde bombshell, Lee Grant, plunge the temperature even further.

A hostage in her own home, Wallace is charged with removing the bullet from Wilde's leg. A painstaking undertaking lightened by the backdrop of big band jazz. Wilde's relief at no longer having a bullet in quickly subsides with a news bulletin revealing that the cop shot during the robbery has since died.

With a visit from handyman Dennis Weaver falling into the "Phew that was a close one!" category and the law drawing ever nearer, Wilde presses his nephew into guiding them over the snow veiled mountain to the highway, whilst Wallace is...er..a bit tied up.

Soon Grant experiences a painful fall (told her not to wear those high heels!) and has a suspected broken ankle. Ah, the 1950's, the age of chivalry. After briefly discussing her sorry plight the two men decide....to leave her to the elements, flinging her a few dollars to become soggy in the snow for company. Cold comfort, literally, as she can't walk, there isn't a shop within miles and at this time Amazon was just a river.

On his directorial debut, working with a small, but eminently capable cast, Wilde hits a middle point where 'On Dangerous Ground' meets 'The Desperate Hours.' He conjures desolately noirish motifs from the unconventional settings, successfully pursuing themes of isolation, loneliness and desperation.

I first noticed Mr. Wilde in "Naked Prey" - although it's now a bit dated in some ways, much like that better known film, "Storm Fear" is a gripping tale when viewed with the appropriate 'Fifties mindset.

Cornel plays "Uncle Charlie", a ne'erdowell prodigal son returned to his brother's home while on the run from a capital crime with his gang of gruesomes. As its plot unfolds, we learn many disturbing lessons about Charlie and his brother and his brother's wife.

Akin to cinematographic pulp fiction, this is a memorable effort perhaps due to its depiction of universal, timeless human flaws. You'll love to hate Uncle Charlie, but I think you'll enjoy the rest of the cast even more.

A struggling writer and his family are visited at their remote mountain farm by his brother -- a wounded bank robber on the lam. Cornel Wilde directed eight films in his lifetime (seven of them, like this one, starring himself) and this was his first. And a superior first film it is, one I liked much more than NAKED PREY. Elevated far above the usual hostage drama by the strained familial relations and internal strife within each group. The interactions between the players are leaden with sorrow, failure and the ghosts of past regrets. Every character occupies a gray area, conflicted and/or damaged. Even the young boy plays a crucial role beyond being just an adorable moppet in jeopardy. The exception is the sidekick character who is pretty much your standard bad guy, but even he is given life with an engaging performance by Steven Hill. The whole cast is great: Lee Grant as the shabby dame, Jean Wallace as the wife with some secrets of her own, Dan Duryea again impressing me with a role outside his usual mold, Dennis Weaver as the hired hand, and of course Wilde. He makes an interesting choice to play the character with a slight stammer, hinting at the doubts that gnaw at him. The script is thoughtful and gripping, with a few great hard-boiled zingers for Grant and Hill. I also have to mention the music, yet another sublime score by Elmer Bernstein. This is an outstanding picture that takes unexpected turns and is heavy with melancholy and desperation. It needs a restoration and DVD release immediately.

Another of the 'home invasion' dramas so popular at the time, except with a twist. Here the fleeing criminals (bank robbers) invade the secluded mountain home of one (Wilde) of the robbers' old sweeties (Wallace) now married to a failed writer (Duryea) with an adolescent son (Stollery). Naturally, in these cramped quarters with a blizzard outside, emotions bubble over, especially with the consumptive, jealous Duryea, plus the unstable gunman Steven Hill.

These are promising elements but the drama really fails to gel, because Wilde is too nice to project real menace, while the real menace, Hill, is never given the kind of emotional close- ups that would establish his danger. Instead, he just sort of prowls around in the background. Actually, the movie's mainly about the burgeoning Wilde-Stollery relationship, where you have to read between the lines about the actual source of the dog collar. Then too, it's Stollery stealing the movie in a poignantly shaded performance, while Wilde unwisely spends too much time showing off his manly chest.

The second half moves to the great outdoors, where the gang tries to escape the approaching cops by fleeing over the snowy mountains. Here we get some suspense as the figures are reduced to little dots on a great white landscape. Now they're struggling not only with each other, but with an overwhelming nature. This part plays out in fairly effective fashion, though I never did figure out what exactly the errant snowplow was doing on an anonymous mountainside.

All in all, it's an uneven, sometimes awkwardly filmed movie, whose chief virtue may be what it doesn't tell the audience about the relationships instead of what it does. And kudos to producer Wilde for giving the blacklisted Lee Grant a minor part as the gang's moll, at a time when the best this fine actress could get is TV walk-ons. My guess is Wilde took on too much for a first-time filmmaker (director-producer-star) and would have been advised to hire an accomplished director. But then this was a low-budget effort, (the interiors were filmed in a TV studio!). Wilde's real filmmaking talent would show up later in the acclaimed Naked Prey (1966), so I guess this was something of a learning experience.

...and appreciate them; when drama and acting were more important than special effects. cornel wilde was an underrated director, and gives an impressive performance . It's really an ordinary film, made almost hypnotically watchable by excellent acting, filming and direction. the actor playing the boy is totally believable. and I can't resist noting that I recognized dennis weaver without knowing he was in it.