A Man Called Adam

I am floored that I have never seen this film before...much less ever heard of it! And now I am hooked until the end. The cast, the era, the theme, the music and even the opening is WORTH the price of admission on Netflix!

Great late Kennedy/early LBJ urban look to this film. A lot of it is set inside The Great Hipster Jazz Club with lots of Jackie hair do's on the gals and narrow black ties and glasses on the guys (horn rims for the Ofays and shades for the Brothers). You expect to see Lei Roi Jones, before he became Amiri Baraka, flagging down a cocktail waitress and Capote holding forth to Jill St. John (or vice versa). And there are three very good musical interludes featuring Satch, Mel and Sammy, respectively. Also, it's good to see Cicely Tyson just before she hit it big as well as Satch playing a character at least somewhat removed from himself.

Otherwise, this thing's a bore with endless, repetitive scenes of the title character either about to fall apart, falling apart or feeling guilty after falling apart, and Davis' performance, to put it at its kindest, is more energetic than nuanced. And Les and Tina Pine's dialogue is strictly from Squaresville, as they would have Adam say. C plus.

PS...Peter Lawford was forty two when this movie was made and easily looks sixty two. Ah, the vagaries of The Pack!

Adam Johnson (Sammy Davis Jr.) is a troubled self-destructive famous jazz musician. He drinks too much. He is too bitter after some personal tragedy. His best friend Nelson Davis (Ossie Davis) has brought over civil rights activist Claudia Ferguson (Cicely Tyson) and her grandfather Willie Ferguson (Louis Armstrong). At first, Adam is brutal with his guests which he regrets. Sometimes, he teaches and mentors Vincent (Frank Sinatra Jr.). His manager Manny (Peter Lawford) wants him to shut up and play.

This is an interesting indie. At least, it looks indie. There is a mix of musicians and professional actors, both do well. It is a bit of a mess cinematically. They are definitely trying a lot especially Sammy. The music is great. More than anything, this movie needs to rein in the rambling story.

Great movie the best SAMMY DAVIS JR film to date,did anybody notice MORGAN FREEMAN doing background extra work, when i was young I heard old people talk about his film people like my DAD, I know he saw this film this film was very appealing to him, I know,he was in to this type of music pure jazz, all the actors were great, know I would love to own it on DVD, it help me to understand the emotionally charged 1960s I lived thru that period.and the only program that bought laughter into our hope was a show called I DREAM OF JEANNIE which MR DAVIS did a guest spot and the number that OLD BLACK MAGIC if you look carefully you'll notice the cast is mesmerized at Sammy's performance Barbara Larry Hayden and bill even the background club atmosphere was awed by this man energy,,,,,wish I could've meet him

Sammy Davis Jr. does well with a self-destructive, unlikable role, that of a jazz trumpet player (with the ridiculously Anglo-ized name of Adam Johnson) who finds true love for the first time with a virginal bleeding heart: a sensible civil rights activist who wants to reform the hot-headed musician of his hard liquor and hard-living. Adam, carrying around a multitude of shoulder-chips, lashes out at everybody and never seems to land on his feet; after burning all his bridges, he finds himself at the end of his professional rope--yet the faithful are still hopeful he can make a comeback. Davis mimes the trumpet well enough, but this character is tough to take (if he's not humiliating himself, he's hurting all his loved ones). Much better are Ossie Davis as a friend with a strong center and endless patience, as well as love-interest Cicely Tyson (her sparkling smile is particularly ingratiating, though she has a speech late in the movie about robbing Davis of his manhood that plays all wrong). Mel Tormé stops the show with a terrific rendition of "All That Jazz", while the superb soundtrack and Jack Priestley's gleaming cinematography are first-rate throughout. Director Leo Penn is best at the smaller bits of business; the action happening just left of center is far more interesting than the film's big dramatic moments, which tend to run away from Penn. Worse, the montage-heavy final act is movie-shorthand for the Last Hurrah, a worn-out cliché even in 1966. ** from ****