A MAN CALLED ADAM: all that jazz

Sammy Davis, Jr. in A MAN CALLED ADAM

In the underappreciated 1966 drama, A Man Called Adam, Sammy Davis Jr. plays Adam, a self-destructive jazz star. Adam draws people in with his talent and charisma, and, racked by guilt, pushes away those closest to him with selfish and cruel behavior. You can catch A Man Called Adam on Turner Classic Movies on January 31.

Claudia (Cicely Tyson) is drawn to Adam and tries to save him, anchoring herself in the roller coaster of his life. Remember that, after all the ups and downs, a roller coaster always ends up at the bottom.

Cicely Tyson in A MAN CALLED ADAM

Cicely Tyson, in her first credited movie role, is radiant. Two great speeches, in which she absolutely commands the screen, showcase her talent; you can tell that this is going to be a movie star.

While no Cicely Tyson, Sammy Davis, Jr., is excellent as the protagonist. This shouldn’t be so surprising, given that Sammy was an artistic savant, a dancing genius also known for his crooning. (And Sammy’s Rat Pack pals Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin were good movie actors, too, when they wanted to be.)

I also strongly recommend the insightful documentary Sammy Davis, Jr.: I’ve Gotta Be Me, which reveals Sammy’s struggle to fit into each of the six decades of his entertainment career; it can streamed on Amazon (included with Prime), iTunes, Vudu, YouTube and Google Play.

American race relations figure large in A Man Called Adam. Adam faces hostile racist thugs in the South and experiences “vacationing while black” in the North. This is one of the few films that depicts tension between Northern and Southern Black Americans. We also get to here Adam use the racial slur ofay, a word I had seen in print but never heard anyone use in a spoken sentence.

Mel Torme in A MAN CALLED ADAM

The jazz in the movie s good and Sammy looks credible as a musical prodigy. In real life, Sammy was a multi-instrumentalist who did perform with the trumpet. The best musical performance in A Man Called Adam is by Mel Torme, playing himself at an after-hours musicians party.

Rat Packer Peter Lawson plays a powerful gatekeeper of a booking agent; this role, a bitter, simmering guy who is ever ready to explode into a rage, seems written for Rod Steiger, and Lawson is no Steiger. Come to think of it, this is a rare role where Lawford is not asked to be debonair. (And where are those “debonair” roles today for actors like Lawford, David Niven, Charles Boyer or Roger Moore?)

Louis Armstrong plays an old time musician, and he’s really, really good as an actor. Frank Sinatra, Jr., is OK as Adam’s goofy protege. The great Ossie Davis plays the guy who tries to warn Claudia off Adam. Lola Falana appears in her screen debut. An uncredited Morgan Freeman is a party guest – right after the Mel Torme song and before Mel tries to get Adam to play, look for a guy with a cigarette, in conversation along the back wall.

A Man Called Adam was directed by prolific television director Leon Penn in his only big screen credit. Penn (father of actors Sean Penn and Chris Penn) deploys especially inventive camera placements and makes excellent us of use of closeups. From its setting in the jazz world to the portrait of Adam’s relationship carnage, A Man Called Adam is always realistic.

Penn’s direction really elevates this movie, as does Tyson’s performance. I saw A Man Called Adam, a bit of a lost film, on Turner Classic Movies. It’s not streamable, but you can find the DVD on Amazon and eBay.

Cicely Tyson in A MAN CALLED ADAM

MAYOR: potholes and tear gas, all in a day’s work

Musa Hadid in MAYOR

In the engrossing documentary Mayor, the camera shadows a mayor as he goes about his daily duties – and he’s the mayor of the Palestinian city Ramallah.  Director David Osit, in just his third feature, has created a masterpiece of cinéma vérité that informs us about human foibles and aspirations, nestled within the Palestinian-Israeli conflict.

Boy, I enjoyed this movie.  For the last forty years, my day jobs have been in politics and government, especially local government.  Just like every local American elected official, Ramallah Mayor Musa Hadid goes gladhanding among his constituents and hears face-to-face gripes about the equivalent of potholes.

So much of Mayor Hadid’s daily adventures are universal, especially dealing with his own bureaucrats.  He endures a tableful of public servants dithering about whether to name the new fountain at city hall.  He cajoles a hapless staffer to just get him a radio so he can listen to the news. He reams out a manager who ignores a sewage overflow. And, of course, between ribbon cuttings, he is beset by shady contractors.

Ramallah, however, brings its own unique challenges.  Not many mayors have to utter a sentence like “the soldiers are up there shooting at the kids.” At one point, the mayor is tear gassed in his own city hall, as the Israeli army rolls right up to the front windows.

The city has no sewage treatment plant (but there’s a Popeyes).   Palestinian rage simmers just under the surface, as some well-meaning German diplomats find out.  Mayor Hadid respectfully counters a politically correct politico who wants to spurn a visit by Prince William because Britain issued the Balfour Declaration in 1917.

Musa Hadid is a level-headed pragmatist whose calm demeanor can work to belie his strong fundamental principles.  He stiffens to state that you don’t negotiate unless there’s dignity.  Most of the time, however, he is refusing to overreact. 

The situation? It’s happening whether we freak out or not.

Mayor is being described as a dark comedy, which day-to-day local politics anywhere may well be. At one point, Mayor Hadid faces a LITERAL dumpster fire, which is, of course, also metaphorical.

Hadid and his high school- and college-age kids share am appreciation of irony and a robust sense of humor.   After each day filled with indignity, frustration and provocation, they relax with mutual teasing,  Even at city hall, there’s some amusing banter about Ivanka Trump.

Mayor is one of the Best Movies of 2020.  I watched Mayor on Virtual Cinema at Laemmle.

NIGHT STALKER: THE HUNT FOR SERIAL KILLER: a good man tracks down evil

Gil Carrillo in NIGHT STALKER: THE HUNT FOR A SERIAL KILLER

The true crime limited series Night Stalker: The Hunt for a Serial Killer tells a story of a public justifiably terrorized by profound evil, but it is elevated by one genuinely good guy.

In a five-and-a-half month 1985 crime spree, the serial killer nicknamed the Night Stalker inflicted unspeakable atrocities, mostly in a swath of Los Angeles. There were at least 14 murders, along with rapes and child rapes, brutal beatings and mutilations – enough carnage to ultimately to earn him 19 death sentences. And, to make it all even more sensational, he embraced Satanist symbology.

This was not a serial killer case to be solved by a profiler. The victims were of different ages, genders and races; his weapons of choice and his horrific acts all varied. There was no pattern to the crimes except that they were all nighttime home invasions.

Instead, it was a case for two dogged detectives, armed only with a single shoe print, trying to piece together more physical evidence. Frank Salerno, was the seasoned star detective of the LA Sheriff’s department, a local celebrity for cracking the notorious Hillside Strangler case. His partner was a fresh young cop who had just made detective, Gil Carrillo, underestimated by everyone except Salerno.

The whodunit and the man hunt make for a great story. It’s a roller coaster, with at least two breathtakingly squandered opportunities and a huge gaffe by, of all people, Dianne Feinstein,

Night Stalker: The Hunt for a Serial Killer is graced by the the testimony of survivors, victims, journalists and witnesses who encountered the Night Stalker face-to-face.

But the man reason I recommend Night Stalker: The Hunt for a Serial Killer is Gil Carrillo, who is an intoxicating story teller. As professional detectives can be, Carrillo is a disciplined observer who has the gift of narrative, whether in a bar or in a courtroom. He also wears his salt-of-the-earthness on his sleeve. I’m sure that Carrillo can be as terse as any cop on the street, but he lowers his guard here, and lets his humanity flow. The good guy, Carrillo, not the evil guy, is the real star of this movie.

And now a creepy possible connection with The Movie Gourmet. Many of my acquaintances have heard my “rats in the toilet” story from 1983-84, an episode that culminated when a city crew eradicated a colony of sewer rats from the sewer main under South 16th Street in San Jose. I later learned that, at the time, the Night Stalker himself was working as a San Jose sewer worker.

Night Stalker: The Hunt for a Serial Killer is streaming on Netflix.

MLK/FBI: about America then and about America today

MLK/FBI. Photo courtesy of IFC Films.

In MLK/FBI, Sam Pollard, the master of the civil rights documentary (Eyes on the Prize), takes on the FBI’s quest to discredit and even destroy Martin Luther King, Jr. Over many years, J. Edgar Hoover’s FBI targeted King with wiretaps, bugs, surveillance and informers. The FBI built a trove of audio tapes of King having extramarital sex; these tapes are now in the National Archives and will be released publicly in 2027. The tapes themselves are not included in MLK/FBI, but the film reveals the many secret FBI memos that discuss them.

Pollard bookends MLK/FBI with historians considering the questions of how we should process the behavior on the tapes and how we should face the actual tapes when they are released six years from now.

MLK/FBI documents the moment that Hoover and his top lieutenant William Sullivan became obsessed with King – and the moment they tried to force him into suicide. From their perspective, if King’s movement wanted to upend the racial inequities that included legal segregation, then of COURSE he must be an anti-American subversives. They started by red-baiting King for associating with communists, and then moved to focus on sexual behavior.

MLK/FBI reminds us who we were back in the 1960s. King had not yet been martyred and many in the mainstream shared Hoover’s discomfort with racial progress and his driving fear of communism. When MLK and Hoover had a public spat, the polling documented 50% of the American public siding with Hoover and under 20% with King.

While today, a male public figure would likely not be ruined by consensual heterosexual sex outside of marriage, that was not the case in the 1960s. Then it was still controversial about whether a divorced person – or even someone married to a previously divorced person – should be elected to high office.

And MLK/FBI says a lot about our society today. Although this salacious material was leaked to many journalists in the 1960s, none actually made it public. I find this particularly sobering, because today there is no way that the temptation to generate clicks, likes retweets and ratings would have been resisted – it would have gone viral, as we now say, probably with history-changing consequences.

MLK/FBI can be streamed from Amazon, AppleTV, Vudu, YouTube and Google Play.

coming on TV: WITNESS TO MURDER

Barbara Stanwyck in WITNESS TO MURDER

On January 16 and 17, Turner Classic Movies is airing the gripping and hard-to-find Witness to Murder. Richter (George Sanders) and Cheryl (Barbara Stanwyck) live in neighboring apartments. Cheryl believes she has seen Richter murder someone, but Richter’s clever and ruthless duplicity makes it appear that Cheryl is just crazy. Will Police Lt. Larry Mathews (Gary Merrill) believe her before Richter can make Cheryl his second victim?

What a wowzer first scene! Witness to Murder opens with a gripping scene that economically sets up the plot. “Operator, get me the police! Hurry!” We know immediately and certainly that Richter really committed the murder and that Cheryl really saw it. Throughout the movie, the audience knows this and Richter knows this, but no one else does, and neither does Cheryl herself during segments of the story.

Cheryl reports the murder and the police (Larry Mathews and sidekick) respond. However, Richter has concealed the crime so well that cops can’t find any evidence that a crime occurred. Could Cheryl have been mistaken? Or dreamed it? or made it up? or hallucinated? Is she neurotic and mildly hysteric or is she psychotic and delusional?

Larry develops an immediate attraction to Cheryl, and, despite her apparent emotional instability, begins a courtship.

Richter (malevolently) and Larry (paternalistically) begin gaslighting Cheryl, trying to convince her that she really only imagined what she saw – trying to convince her that what seemed so real, was not. Cheryl starts doubting herself.

Of course, Richter knows that he committed the murder, and he knows that Cheryl knows. To get her out of the way, he schemes to have her seen as crazed stalker. His scheme drives her to an outburst that serves as a pretext for locking her up in a psychiatric facility (with an interview by an oddly brusque shrink). Richter’s attempts to murder Cheryl continue right into Witness to Murder’s Perils-of-Pauline ending.

See my complete post on Witness to Murder, for more on the filmmakers and supporting cast. It’s one of my Overlooked Noir.

On this weekend’s TCM broadcast of Witness to Murder, film historian Eddie Muller – the Czar of Noir – will provide his always insightful intro and outro. Witness to Murder is not available to stream; I own the DVD. Be sure to DVR it when it airs on Turner Classic Movies.

George Sanders in WITNESS TO MURDER

ON THE ROCKS: waste of talent

Rashida Jones and Bill Murray in ON THE ROCKS

The inoffensive but unsatisfying On the Rocks, which can technically be described as a romantic comedy, wastes of the talents of Sofia Coppola, Bill Murry and Rashida Jones.

Laura (Rashida Jones) suspects that her husband Dean (Marlon Wayans), the striving CEO of a startup, is cheating on her. Her father Felix (Bill Murray), a worldly art dealer and serial womanizer, encourages her to stalk Dean, and propels them into increasingly crazy dad-daughter escapades.

The problem is that the suspicious wife plot is so tired that not even the considerable talents of Murray and Jones can make it sparkle. From Shakespeare through Howard Hawks to I Love Lucy, we’ve seen comedies based on mistaken perceptions, so we should expect SOME new element or nuance. This is, after all, from the writer-director of The Virgin Suicides and Lost in Translation. The dad-daughter issues in On the Rocks just aren’t enough.

I did enjoy the character of Felix, for whom wordly is a gross understatement. Completely at home with the billionaire class, he also knows every cop, concierge and maître d’, and glides smoothly among all of them with charm and craftiness. He also can’t resist hitting on anybody without a visible Adam’s apple.

Murray is winning as Felix, but he can’t elevate the predictable screenplay. As we watched On the Rocks, I said to The Wife, “I’ve always said that I could watch Blil Murray reading the phone book, but this IS Bill Murray reading the phone book.

On the Rocks is streaming on AppleTV.

ANOTHER ROUND: humanity buzzed

In Another Round, filmmaker Thomas Vinterberg once again explores human foibles with humor and cold-eyed insight – and profoundly to boot. And, in Another Round, Mads Mikkelsen delivers one of the year’s finest performances.

Mikkelsen plays one of four middle-aged male teachers – each in some sort of personal rut and struggling with career burnout. The other three are played by Thomas Bo Larson (love this guy whenever I see him), Magnus Millang and Lars Ranthe.

Grasping on to some convenient pseudo-science, the four decide to try living their lives with an alcoholic buzz – trying to maintain a steady blood alcohol level of 0.05 from morning through 8 PM. Now THERE’S a good idea.

They all should be trying SOMETHING new. Mikkelsen’s history teacher Martin is mailing in his job performance, so much so that his students and their parents confront him, worried that he won’t cover enough history for the kids to pass their exams. His marriage is comfortably civil but passionless.

With the boost of a drink or two, Martin and his buddies become more lively. Less inhibited, they fly back into their passions and share them with their students.

Suddenly, Martin is a man of spontaneity, shocks wife Annika (Maria Bonnevie) with a surprise vacation, and rekindles romantic sparks.

So far so good. But then they decide to try more is better, and try raising their blood alcohol level to 0.10. things don’t go as smoothly, and then they go on an epic bender and blow well past the 0.10.

The drunk behavior is realistic. So, some is funny slapstick, some is cringeworthy and some is heartbreaking. There’s a buffoonish moment in a supermarket, and we think that it would not be not amusing to be there in that moment. But when, out at dinner, Mikkelsen utters “It’s the little things“, the quip is hilarious.

Their experiment with alcohol treats each of them differently. One guy comes out ahead – he doesn’t suffer any long lasting consequences and even finally gets a girlfriend. Another guy blows up his marriage, but only temporarily, and he’ll be able to look back on this episode as a cautionary tale.

But alcohol abuse does not fit well with latent depression, with tragic results for one character.

Martin has the most complicated experience because he is predisposed to addiction. When it’s time for the guys to end the experiment, he can’t. There’s a moment when he receives a text message in a restaurant hallway, and we think “Leave right now!“, but he goes back inside for another drink. Will he be able to recover from the addiction? Another Round’s final thrilling scene ends with a euphoric dance – and leaves us with that question. (I think I know the answer.)

Mikkelsen’s performance is stellar. Usually we see Mikkelsen in charismatic roles; here he begins the story as a hollow shell, beaten down by the disappointments and responsibilities of life. He allows us to glimpse the talent, charm and vigor of his younger self. Finally, we see him thinking through each life choice (and choosing another round usually wins out); his Martin is not a hedonistic brute – he understands the consequence of each drink. Technically, his portrayal nails the various stages of drunkenness (which much be harder than it looks because even good actors don’t always get it right).

You’ll recognize Mikkelsen, a big star in Europe, from After the Wedding, the 2006 Casino Royale (he was the villain with the tears of blood) and TV’s Hannibal. He won the 2012 Cannes Best Actor award for his performance in Vinterberg’s The Hunt.

A groundbreaking writer/director, Thomas Vinterberg is an astute and cold-eyed observer of behavior. He broke through with Celebration (Festen), that darkest of dark comedy, and directed and the thriller The Hunt (Jagten). (And he can even do bodice rippers like Far From the Madding Crowd.) Vinterberg has worked before with all four of the main actors in Another Round.

Vinterberg also uses Another Round to comment on the drinking culture in his native Denmark (and, presumably, the rest of Scandinavia). This is a society that doesn’t blink at binge drinking, even by teenagers.

I watched Another Round on Virtual Cinema at Laemmle. It’s on my list of Best Movies of 2020 – So Far.

THE FATHER: as reality shifts

Olivia Colman and Anthony Hopkins in THE FATHER

Anthony Hopkins and Olivia Colman deliver heartbreaking performances in The Father, an unsettling exploration of memory loss.

As we meet the elderly Anthony (Hopkins), he is insisting on independence that he can no longer sustain. That makes it hard on his daughter Anne (Colman), who is trying to keep him safe and healthy, despite his resistance. But Anthony is losing his memory and becoming ever more suspicious. Soon, all the characters are experiencing disorentation, even fantasies and hallucinations.

The Father is the directing debut for Florian Zeller, who wrote the original play. Along with the superb acting, the key to The Father is Zeller’s ever shifting of reality as understood by the characters and by the audience. As we think we understand what is going on and then have it unraveled, we, like Anthony, lose confidence in our orientation.

Anthony Hopkins has an Oscar and a long list of great performances (The Silence of the Lambs, The Remains of the Day, Nixon, The Human Stain, The Two Popes), but none is better than this one. His Anthony is a man whose characteristic wilfulness is finally self-defeating; he is a man ever confident of his opinions, but the factual basis for those opinions is eroding. He is a man who firmly believes he is always right, facing a new reality in which he demonstrably is not.

Colman is also superb as the able and devoted daughter who is hurt by her father’s perception that she is betraying him. The rest of cast – Rufus Sewell, Imogen Poots, Mark Gattis and Olivia Williams – is impeccable.

The Father, which I saw while covering the virtual Mill Valley Film Festival in October, had been set for a December release, but Sony Pictures Classics has now scheduled a February 26 release. Nevertheless, it’s on my list of Best Movies of 2020.

AMMONITE: when the slow burn is a dud

Kate Winslet and Saoirse Ronan in AMMONITE

The fine acting of Kate Winslet and Saoirse Ronan can’t save Ammonite, a slog of a period romance.

Winslet plays a 19th century paleontologist isolated in the inhospitable climate of an English coastal village. Ronan plays a young wife whose clueless husband has diagnosed as melancholy, although her biggest issue seems to be him; he thinks that leaving her with Winslet’s loner in the brisk ocean breeze might be therapeutic.

The general arc of the story is predictable – these two underestimated women will come to appreciate each other’s gifts and will fall in love, a forbidden love in this time and place. Of course, it takes a long time to break down the anti-social barriers that the Winslet character has constructed to protect herself emotionally. In the mean time, there’s only so much smoldering that the audience can stand to consume.

The problem here is the directing and editing – the pace needed to be picked up. There’s not enough of a payoff to this story to reward a slow, slow, slow burn. The Wife and I just couldn’t hang in there with it. We stopped caring.

The Winslet character is so solitary – and so terse when she’s not alone – dialogue in Ammonite is scant. And the sound design is intentionally rigged to emphasize this – and it’s a problem. All of the non-dialogue sounds are louder than usual. Now, this works near the crashing surf; we all know that voices are drowned out by waves crashing on rocks. But every footstep and creaking hinge a makes a pronounced, even jarring, sound. Once you figure out what’s going on, it’s very distracting.

The sound design, because it is so innovative, has prompted some Oscar buzz. But it’s innovative-bad, not innovative-good.

Ammonite is available to stream; I watched it on Amazon.

THE PERSONAL HISTORY OF DAVID COPPERFIELD: Dickins alive at last

Dev Patel in THE PERSONAL HISTORY OF DAVID COPPERFIELD

Here’s an unexpected treat: Amando Ianucci’s vivid and brilliantly constructed The Personal History of David Copperfield. Unexpected because I’ve never warmed to the work of Charles Dickins or to any Dickins movies (except for the 1951 A Christmas Carol with Alistair Sim).

Of course David Copperfield IS a storyteller and Ianucci uses the device of David’s storytelling to frame the tale as David remembers it and as his readers and listeners imagine it in their own minds. Ianucci makes the highs in David’s life so vibrant and the lows so piercing, that the total package is a dazzling delight.

Dev Patel, he of the instantaneous appeal and the gleaming smile, is perfect as the quick-witted and charming David Copperfield. Patel’s David suffers grievance after grievance, just waiting for a moment of good luck when he can control his destiny.

That the talented David Copperfield, because of his station, cannot control his destiny in the class-constricted Victorian society is the whole point of David Copperfield, social criticism which Dickins keeps from stridency with his humor.

That’s prime territory for Armando Ianucci. Ianucci is a master of wickedly funny political satire, having directed In The Loop and Death of Stalin and created the television series Veep. (In case you want to know what I do on my day job, I am basically Malcom Tucker in In the Loop, whom you can find on YouTube.) Ianucci’s production designer, Cristina Casali, deserves a shout-out, too.

Peter Capaldi in THE PERSONAL HISTORY OF DAVID COPPERFIELD

It’s a wonderful cast, including Tilda Swinton and Hugh Laurie. The standouts are:

  • Laurie as the addled, but dignified, Mr. Dick.
  • Ben Whishaw as one of literature’s most distinctive villains, Uriah Heep.
  • Peter Capaldi (who played the aforementioned Malcom Tucker) as Mr. Micawber, a character modeled after Dickins’ own father.
  • Rosalind Eleazer as the even-smarrter-than-David Agnes.
  • Morfydd Clark as the sweetly vacant Dora Seamans.
  • Bronagh Gallagher (who played one of the backup singers in The Commitments) as the remarkably glass-half-full Mrs. Micawber.

Dickins wrote this story about white people in Victorian England. As is obvious with the casting of Patel as David, The Personal History of David Copperfield has an interracial cast, based on a premise that any actor can play any role. I’m okay with that, and I think as more directors cast their movies this way, the distracting aspects will evaporate for most viewers.

The Personal History of David Copperfield is streaming on Amazon, Vudu, YouTube and Google Play.