Convicts

Like many stage adaptations, this film is a collection of set pieces without a tight overarching narrative. Not only is it adapted from the stage, but from the middle of a three-act play, which serves to remove some of the context; the viewer is just plopped into the middle of this one.

I thought the performances were good overall, but the production was somewhat lacking. Perhaps the streaming version I saw was a bad transfer, but the cinematography was nothing to write home about, the contrast was way too high in many of the daylight scenes, and the colors looked as if the film was shot on old, faded film stock.

A bit of a strange soundtrack too, but I liked it and I thought it was fitting.

I would recommend it if you like Foote, Faulkner, or Duvall.

If you care for fine acting and excellent characterization, try this film. It doesn't take the commercial, slick, easy approach to the storyline about the reason for use of convict labor on Southern plantations, or about the treatment of the convicts unlucky enough to be doing time at hard labor. Filled with well-thought-out glimpses of the declining southern gentry, the economics of plantation ownership, racism, and other tough subjects, it is also a commentary on human fragility.

Soll (Robert Duval) is a sugar plantation owner in southern Texas, 1902. We catch up with him on the last day of his life when he is not doing so well, having become quite senile. He repeats himself, relives old events, asks the same questions multiple times (getting the same answers). As might be expected, Duval creates a believable character, but I have to admit that spending an hour and a half with Soll served mainly to convince me of how difficult it would be to deal with such a person.

I wasn't there, so I don't know what things were like in southern Texas at the turn of the century, but the atmosphere created in this movie struck me as believable. I had never understood that some of the southern plantations were sugar cane plantations, so that was interesting to see portrayed. At the time of this movie the workers in the field were leased convicts, almost exclusively black. It seems that over three decades after the Civil War the only change in plantation workers was from slaves to leased convicts, who were treated as slaves. Soll did trust one black man (played by James Earl Jones) to help run the plantation. You got the feeling from this film that a certain era was slowly nearing an end from a time when people like Soll proudly wore his Confederate uniform and convicts were treated like slaves to somewhat better times (convict leasing was abolished in Texas in 1910). Soll can be seen as a symbol for a way of life that had grown old and no longer viable.

I was impressed with how Horace, a teenage white boy in the house, was so patient with Sol. The relationship between Soll and Horace was a key element in the movie--as one man was leaving the earth a young man who was more understanding and patient was taking his place. I imagine Horace's experiences on the plantation were something for him to sort through for the rest of his life, particularly the racial issues.

The movie is based on a play and much of it gives evidence to that fact.

My review was written in November 1991 after watching the film at a Manhattan screening room.

Robert Duval adds another memorable character to his screen portfolio in Horton Foote's "Convicts", a static, uncinematic play to film adaptation. Despite good supporting turns, the feature is strictly for Foote fetishists.

Given Duvall's stature and his quality work here it makes sense that 18 months-on-the-shelf pic is getting an Oscar qualifying run. Financial problems of its distributor MCEG account for the tardy release.

Foote has provided Duvall with some of his best screen roles, including the Faulkner adaptation "Tomorrow" and "Tender Mercies". Simpatico "Convicts" team also includes director Peter Masterson, who acted in "Tomorrow" and directed Foote's "The Trip to Bountiful"; and producer Sterling Van Wagenen, who made his directorial debut several months after this picture with "Convicts" co-star Lukas Haas starring in "Alan & Naomi". And Haas re-teamed a bit larger with Duvall to great effect in "Rambling Rose".

Unfortunately "Convicts", the second play in a nine-play cycle Foote calls "The Orphan's Home", does not present the sort of material suitable for modern film audiences. It might have worked best in the special interest format of Ely Landau's "American Film Theater" adaptations of the early 1970s.

Set on Texas's Gulf Coast on Christmas Eve in 1902 (actually lensed on Louisiana locations), "Convicts" is told through the observations of 13-year-old Haas, working in a country store on Duvall's sugar cane plantation. Many year's back, the land's tenant farmers were dismissed and convicts were contracted for low-cost labor replacements -not unlike the original slavery system.

Civil War veteran Duvall runs the farm but is senile, his affliction allowing Foote to out-Pinter Harold Pinter in dialog repetition. Duvall's interpretation is dead-on, as he continually asks Haas and anyone else in earshot the same inane questions to ultimately yield comic relief.

Presented without much continuity in elliptical vignettes, the story does not have a cumulative, dramatic narrative. Instead, various forms of cryptic behaviors are observed via Haas' eyes. Haas is trying to earn enough money to buy a headstone for his late father's unmarked grave and Duvall, making accelerating promises of wealth to Haas, gradually takes the boy under his wing.

The convicts of the title die of overwork or are shot to death 'escaping' almost randomly, with director Masterson emphasizing their symbolic function in the story by not explaining why. Duvall is so absentmnded he keeps asking if a specific convict is a Negro, and hnas to be reminded that they all are.

All the adult white people in the cast are constantly drunk, including Duvall's relatives Carlin Glynn and Gary Swanson, who loll around the house aimlessly. Foote's portrait of a decadent society on its last legs will not please Southerners but is vividly realized in microcosm here.

Haas, as in "Rambling Rose", provides impressive naturalism to balance Duvall's barnstorming performance. James Earl Jones is also quite understated, and besides Mel Winkler's convincing period portrayal, there is a powerfully modern, almost militant turn by Calvin Levels as a convict in chains who tells his sad story to Haas.

Toyomichi Kurita's frequently backlit photography captures the atmosphere of the place but the location shooting fails to disguise the story's theatrical origins.

I don't know what to make of this film. It is certainly original and well-crafted. Duvall is outstanding as usual, as well as the supporting cast. Overall, the acting is superb, even young Horace, who is a bit stilted in his role, but that is the way the story is written. The plot never goes anywhere, and that is what is disappointing - the unidimensional nature of the story. More of a character study than a story. All in all, I may feel more strongly about the film in time, because it is the sort of cinema that stays with you, and that is the mark of a good film, anyway. Definitely unique and different and if you enjoy quirky movie, you may like this one.