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Lon Chaney: worth another look

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Lon Chaney in THE UNKNOWN

OK – work with me here. On Wednesday, Turner Classic Movies is presenting a bunch of Lon Chaney films, and I think that Chaney’s charisma is worth sampling. And as a fun experience, not a “this is good for you” experience.

I will fess up that I am not a huge silent movie fan. I usually watch only one silent movie each year (out of the 250-300 movies that I see annually). I like the Charlie Chaplin, Harold Lloyd and Buster Keaton comedies, but I find sitting through most of the silent dramas to be “eat your broccoli” experiences. But Lon Chaney really enlivens his films. It’s like he is acting in a more modern movie than are the other actors.

Chaney was an expert with makeup and is well-known for grotesque roles like Quasimodo, and the Phantom of the Opera.  Accordingly, I had always thought of Chaney as his nickname, “Man of a Thousand Faces”.

But, for all his reliance on changing appearances, Chaney was NOT a gimmick actor.  He was very naturalistic, a relaxed actor whose screen-acting was very modern.   His course features and his charm combine for a unique magnetism.  I think that he would have been very successful in today’s cinema.

Unfortunately, Chaney died suddenly at age 47, so he was able to make only one talkie – the 1930 remake of his 1925 silent The Unholy Three.  You can find snippets of the remake on YouTube and hear his voice.

On October 3, Turner Classic Movies will present The Unknown and five other Lon Chaney films.  I also recommend the 1925 silent The Unholy Three, like The Unknown directed by Tod Browning.  (After Chaney’s death, horror master Browning went on to make Dracula and Freaks.)  TCM will also air Chaney in  The Phantom of the Opera, which I’ve seen, and three flicks I haven’t seen: The Monster, The Penalty and He Who Gets Slapped.

The Unknown has a completely outlandish plot.  Chaney plays Alonzo, a circus freak with no arms, who throws knives and shoots rifles with his feet.  But actually, Alonzo is a criminal on the lam who is merely PRETENDING to be armless.  He’s love with his much younger assistant, played by 21-year-old Joan Crawford (already in her 18th film), who spends much of the movie in a bikini top.  The thing is, she has a phobia and only feels comfortable with Alonzo because she think he has no arms.  Alonzo starts contemplating amputation to get her to marry him.  Yep, this is about a farfetched as a plot can get, but Chaney’s expressive face transcends the weirdness.

(Don’t confuse him with his son Lon Chaney, Jr., who also counted many horror pictures among his 197 screen roles.  I remember Lon Jr. most for playing Lennie in Of Mice and Men and the old retired sheriff in High Noon.)

Lon Chaney in THE UNKNOWN

 

THE CATCHER WAS A SPY: why couldn’t this have been a good movie?

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Paul Rudd in THE CATCHER WAS A SPY

The fact that Moe Berg’s is the only baseball card displayed at CIA headquarters tells us that he was a candidate for The Most Interesting Man in the World. Berg was a graduate of Princeton and Columbia Law who played 15 years in the Major Leagues, one of the few Jews in pre-war baseball.  While a pro player in the early 1930s, he visited Japan twice, learned Japanese and surreptitiously photographed Tokyo for US intelligence. During World War II, he performed secret missions in Europe for the OSS, the precursor to the CIA.

That’s quite a life. Unfortunately, The Catcher Was a Spy drains the interest out of it by trying to portray that most cerebral of real-life characters, Moe Berg, in kind of an actiony movie. The climax is a will-he-or-won’t-he decision that Berg has to make on a secret mission. If you are still awake by then…

Most of The Catcher Was a Spy is Paul Rudd as Moe Berg being watchful. Berg was an enigma and notoriously closed-mouthed – so we see him being enigmatic and silent. Not very cinematic.

The cast is remarkably talented: Mark Strong, Sienna Miller, Jeff Daniels, Tom Wilkinson, Guy Pearce and Paul Giamatti, Connie Nielson, and Shea Whigham. Strong has a pivotal role, but we only glimpse the others, and I still can’t place who Connie Nielsen played; it must have been that other female character…

If you’re a history geek like me, you might stream this. But don’t expect an espionage thriller.

STRANGER ON THE THIRD FLOOR: Nicholas Musaraca and the beginning of film noir

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Margaret Tallichet in STRANGER ON THE THIRD FLOOR

There has to be a first of everything, and more scholars name Stranger on the Third Floor as the first film noir than any film.  (Personally, I go with the more popular and influential The Maltese Falcon, released 14 months later.)  Indeed, due to the groundbreaking cinematography of Nicholas Musaraca, Stranger on the Third Floor did pioneer the look of German Expressionism in an urban American crime drama – so it has the look of a film noir.

A go-getter reporter (John Maguire) is the witness who placed a murder defendant (Elisha Cook, Jr.) at the scene of the crime. The reporter’s fiance (Margaret Tallichet), however, can’t stop worrying that an innocent man is going to the air, so the reporter turns detective to find exculpatory evidence. Mid-story, a creepy loner (Peter Lorre) shows up – is he the real murderer, and a serial killer to boot?

The engaged couple is sickeningly lovey-dovey. This sappiness and the corny ending almost disqualfy Stranger on the Third Floor from noirdom. But the story does has some noir aspects.

For one thing, it is very cynical about the American justice system. Elisha Cook, at his most loserly, is convicted by an apathetic court jury. Everyone involved in the trial, including his own lawyer and the judge, can’t wait to send him to the chair so they can go to lunch.

Then there’s Lorre, sneaking around like a malevolent elf. It’s almost as if he is sending up his serial killer role in M. He practically holds up an “I Am a Serial Killer placard”.

Peter Lorre in STRANGER ON THE THIRD FLOOR

And the bland reporter hates his obnoxious neighbor so much that he has his own murder fantasies. His torment leads to a surreal nightmare. Most of the 1940 audience had probably never seen anything as bizarre as this dream sequence.

There’s also the voiceover interior dialogue so typical of film noir.

Margaret Tallichet, however, is very engaging. Her performance comes less than two years into her 43 year marriage to William Wyler, just before she left the movies to raise her kids.

And then there is Musaraca’s cinematography. There are shadows everywhere, most exaggerated during the nightmare scene. The faces are dramatically uplit. Musaraca really gives the film what was in 1940 an entirely fresh look.

In 1940, the Italian-born Nicholas Musaraca was already a Hollywood veteran, having operated cameras since 1923.  Soon after Stranger on the Third Floor, Musaraca shot Val Lewton’s seminal horror films Cat People, The Seventh Victim and The Curse of the Cat People; the dark, dark look of those films also highly influential.  Then Musaraca returned to noir with The Fallen Sparrow, Deadline at Dawn, The Locket, Out of the Past, Born to Be Bad, Roadblock, Clash by Night, The Hitch-Hiker, The Blue Gardenia, and Where Danger Lives.  Along the way he shot films for Jacques Tourneur, Ida Lupino and Fritz Lang.  All of these movies were before 1953.  After 1955, Musaraca only worked in television, except for the 1957 noir Man on the Prowl.

In contrast, John Alton, the other great master film noir cinematographer didn’t get started in noir until noir’s high point of 1947-49, with his The Big Combo coming in 1954.

Turner Classic Movies will be airing The Stranger on the Third Floor on September 18. Or you can stream it from Amazon, iTunes, Vudu, YouTube or Google Play.

the electric chair dream sequence in STRANGER ON THE THIRD FLOOR

JULIET, NAKED: okay rom com with a fresh premise

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Ethan Hawke, Rose Byrne and Chris Dowd in JULIET, NAKED

Rose Byrne, Ethan Hawke and Chris O’Dowd sparkle in the affable romantic comedy Juliet, Naked. This rom com has a fresh premise – boy loses girl and finds her pursued instead by his lifelong idol. But the core of the film is, is it ever too late to jump start your life?

Annie (Byrne) lives what has become a very unsatisfying life in a British beach resort. Upon her father’s death, she returned to her hometown to help raise her little sister and the take over her father’s tiny museum. She fell in love with the local professor Duncan (O’Dowd), and they’ve been living together for over a decade. But now the sister is grown, she’s outgrown the museum, and the self-absorbed Duncan just doesn’t care about her opinions or her wants. She’s very unhappy – and it’s all sneaked up on her.

Duncan, on the other hand, is completely fulfilled by his obsessive fandom for the pop singer-songwriter Tucker Crow, who disappeared into seclusion twenty years ago. He’s filled a room of their apartment with Tucker Crowe memorabilia, and lives for the online discussions that he moderates discussions on his Tucker Crowe website. He derives status and gratification from being the world’s leading self-appointed authority on Tucker Crowe.  He is a major league bloviator.  In the movies, O’Dowd always seems so lovable; here, he;s successful in stretching himself into an unsympathetic character.

Tucker Crowe (Hawke), is living in an exile of self-loathing. Whereas Annie has settled for a life she no longer wants, Tucker has blown his life up with bad choices. After fathering several kids with several mothers – and abandoning them – he is now trying for redemption as the stay-at-home dad for his youngest, an eight-year-old boy. It turns out that one act of bad behavior in particular has – to him – discredited all his hit songs.

Rose Byrne and Chris Dowd in JULIET, NAKED

A turn of events lead to Annie kicking out Duncan, and Annie and Tucker – two unhappy and lonely people – meet online. Comedy and romance ensues. Among the funnier moments are when Duncan meets Tucker in real life, when Tucker stumbles into Duncan’s Tucker Crowe shrine and when all of Tucker’s exes and progeny descend on Tucker and Annie in a hospital room.

Ethan Hawke, who is a fair musician, nails a sweet cover of The Kinks’ Waterloo Sunset. Hawke also performs many of the songs on the soundtrack, including a very fun punk anthem during the closing credits.

Rose Byrne and Ethan Hawke in JULIET, NAKED

Overall, I liked Juliet, Naked as an agreeable romp. The Wife recommends it as a home video watch, not for a special trip to the theater.

The Wife also said she was distracted by all the clumsy efforts to hide Rose Byrne’s pregnancy – extra-roomy dresses and Byrne’s awkwardly front-carrying duffels and all manner of objects. I didn’t notice, but Byrne did gave birth in November 2017, so I assume that The Wife was once, again, far more observant than I.

WYETH: what is a muse?

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Andrew Wyeth’s Christina’s World, featured in WYETH

Wyeth, the latest documentary in the PBS American Masters series, takes on the odd case of the great painter Andrew Wyeth and explores the question, what is a muse?    And how can great art come from the most unlikely and obscure subjects?

Every artist has a source of inspiration, and it’s amazing that Wyeth was able to find his while living an unusually parochial life.   Choosing not to “see the world”, Wyeth spent his entire life in two rural settings – his childhood home in  Chadds Ford, Pennsylvania. and his summer coastal home in Cushing, Maine.  Fortunately, some of his neighbors allowed him to hang around and watch them in their daily lives.  Wyeth would then pad along home to his studio and churn out hundreds of finely detailed paintings from what he remembered.

In doing so, he rendered iconic some very unlikely subjects by painting them again and again – a disabled neighbor woman, a stolid farmer, an alcoholic eccentric.

We learn that Wyeth could spend all of his time on his two obsessions – studying the locals and painting them – because of his wife Betsy.  From age 17, Betsy managed Wyeth’s business, household and family, freeing him to devote every thought to the artistic process.

That’s why it was so shocking when Wyeth revealed fifteen years’ work – over 200 paintings, many erotic – with a subject Betsy had known nothing about.

Wyeth draws upon rich source material, including never-before-seen family photos and artifacts, and we meet Wyeth’s family members, neighbors and subjects, and visit the actual homes where Wyeth studied his subjects.

Wyeth will be airing on the PBS American Masters series beginning on September 7.

LET THE CORPSES TAN: an exercise in style

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A scene from LET THE CORPSES TAN, courtesy of Kino Lorber

Neo-noir and Spaghetti Westerns converge in the hyper-violent and stylized Belgian thriller Let the Corpses Tan.

Written and directed by Hélène Cattet and  Bruno Forzani, this is a contemporary thriller that pays loving homage to the Sergio Leone canon.  Tight closeups on characters’ eyes aren’t just for the big showdowns in this flick.  They even use two Ennio Morricone musical cues from 1969 and 1971.  A pivotal character even smokes cigarillos like Clint Eastwood’s Man With No Name in the Leone movies.

Let the Corpses Tan is set in a compound of ruins atop a Mediterranean cliff, occupied by an oversexed artist who hosts visitors.  Besides a writer, she’s hosting three mysterious out-towners.  They turn out to be criminals who, with their shady lawyer, have pulled off an armored car heist and are flush in gold bars.  Just as they are ready to sneak away, the writer is surprised by his estranged wife, her kid and her nanny.  Then two cops happen upon the residents, and a gun battle explodes.

There’s only one road out of the compound and two groups of criminals and two groups of the non-criminals occupy various shelters in the ruins.  It’s a standoff because no one can escape – or escape with the gold. They are forced to hunt each other in a lethal and claustrophobic game of cat-and-mouse, including even the guy caught without any clothes.  Under life-and-death pressure, allegiances become malleable and the double crosses and side-switching begin.

So do the casualties.  Sam Peckinpah would wince at some of the gore and splatter, and Let the Corpses Tan lives up to its deliciously brutal title.

As exhaustion mounts from the siege, various characters have vivid fantasies.  Let the Corpses Tan gets very, very trippy.  One breast milk crucifixion fantasy is like nothing I have seen or could have imagined.  Eventually, there’s a Death character in female form, at one point a urinating Death.

There’s one interesting character.  The artist/hostess is basically a goddess of carnality.  She is played by Elina Löwensohn (from 1994’s Amateur with Isabelle Huppert), and Löwensohn’s eyes are voracious.

Let the Corpses Tan is essentially a soulless exercise in style, more interesting than gripping.  It’s a visual stunner, though, and the Leone references are fun.

WE THE ANIMALS: not a feel-good

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WE THE ANIMALS

The coming-of-age drama We the Animals is decidedly NOT a feel good movie.  It’s about a working class Puerto Rican family in rural up-state New York.  The mom has a factory job, and the dad works night security.  The couple sleeps on the couch so the boys get the only bedroom. The youngest boy sneaks under the bed at night and draws; in We the Animals’ most inventive aspect, his drawings are animated throughout the film.

The dad hits the mom and leaves.  The mom is disabled by depression.  Without adult guidance, the boys become feral.  As we watch them roam wild, we worry about their immediate safety and welfare; and we worry about what they’ll become.

We the Animals has its moments, including two very compelling scenes, the first when the dad is prone on the floor and the boys let their feelings about him explode.  The second involves the youngest son’s drawings.  And the most poignant scene is when the mom asks her youngest to stay his current age.

Raúl Castillo and Sheila Vand play the parents, and both deliver excellent performances.  The non-actor kids are remarkable, too.

This film has won festival awards and received very good reviews.  But, only 93 minutes long, We the Animals feels longer.  Ironically, the movie’s success in making you care and worry about the kids also makes it a grind for the audience.

When I’m writing about what’s up on the screen, I usually consider it bad form to compare it to another movie.  But I realized why We the Animals just didn’t work for me – it is clearly inferior to Sean Baker’s The Florida Project, which is an oft-thrilling movie from just last year, also centered on free-ranging poor kids.  So there.

LET THE SUNSHINE IN: exquisite performance, pointless movie

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Juliette Binoche in LET THE SUNSHINE IN

The French drama Let the Sunshine In is a pointless movie with a great, great performance from Juliette Binoche. Binoche plays a divorced artist who, yearning to be in a relationship with a guy, has sexual encounters with a range of them. She churns a series of men who are not good-relationship material for a variety of reasons. And she is aiming way too low. All of this is obvious.

Finally, she finds herself listening to counsel from a character played by Gérard Depardieu; I really lost track of whether the character is a therapist or some kind of guru, whatever. But in this scene, the movie’s final 10-15 minutes, we can appreciate the most exquisite acting of the year. Depardieu is doing 90% of the talking, but the camera is on Binoche as she listens and internalizes what is being said. I really couldn’t tell you whether his advice was sound or empty psychobabble.  I was just too entranced by Binoche’s reactions.

This is the GOOD part of the movie, but there’s a problem here, too. Just when the audience is enraptured by Binoche’s face, the giant letters J-U-L-I-E-T-T-E-B-I-N-O-C-H-E run across it. It’s so distracting that my first thought was that the movie’s projection had become garbled.  But no – it’s the CLOSING CREDITS scrolling across the most profound performance of the year. Unpardonable.

It should be noted that this story of a woman’s yearnings is told by the woman writer-director Claire Denis. I liked, but don’t otherwise remember much about her 2008 35 Shots of Rum; I was dismayed by her 2013 Bastards.  Let the Sunshine In is another whiff.

THE LINES OF WELLINGTON: plodding through Portugal, glimpsing John Malkovich

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Nuno Lopes (left) and Afonso Pimentel in THE LINES OF WELLINGTON
Nuno Lopes (left) and Afonso Pimentel in THE LINES OF WELLINGTON

The Lines of Wellington is an epic about Wellington’s repulsion of the French invasion of Portugal during the Napoleonic Wars – but without very much about Wellington or his lines.  Because this is an epic – with lots and lots of characters – we do get the flavor of how war affected civilians and troops of all ranks in the early 1800s; hint – as war has been before and since, it has its unpredictable moments, but is predictably harsh for all concerned.

Wellington spent a year-and-a-half secretly building an ingenious series of defensive fortifications just north of Lisbon, scorched the earth in front of them and then lured in the French Army.  The scale of the fortifications is mind-boggling – lines of 126 forts with miles of walls  – and he even re-directed rivers.  When the French arrived, already weakened by the march to get there, they were baited to attack the impregnable defense.  The French suffered more heavy losses and completed the fiasco with a painful retreat.  Unfortunately, we don’t see the Lines of Wellington until only 26 minutes remain in The Lines of Wellington.  And even then we don’t get to appreciate the scale and connectivity of the fortifications – we might as well be watching Fort Apache.

We don’t see much of Wellington either.  Played by John Malkovich, Wellington struts around for a few minutes scowling impenetrably and once advises a painter on how to better glorify Wellington in oils.  Lots of other big name art house favorites wander through The Lines of Wellington.  If you don’t blink, you’ll catch glimpses of Catherine Deneuve, Michel Piccoli, Isabelle Huppert, Mathieu Amalric, Marisa Paredes and Chiara Mastroianni.  But The Lines of Wellington focuses more on the story of two Portuguese soldiers, one of whom is charismatically played by the Portuguese actor Nuno Lopes.

Because The Lines of Wellington aspires to tell the stories of the many affected by this military campaign, it is a series of vignettes.  The effect is a disjointed and mildly interesting slog through 1810 Portugal that takes 151 minutes (the miniseries cut).  Maybe, the 135 minute theatrical version is tighter, but it would still lack the depth and cohesiveness that I didn’t find here.

I really would only recommend The Lines of Wellington to a military history buff (like my friend Bob).  It is available streaming on Amazon Instant Video, Vudu and Xbox Video.

CRAZY RICH ASIANS: heckuva date movie

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Henry Golding and Constance Wu in CRAZY RICH ASIANS

Crazy Rich Asians is wildly popular for a reason – it’s damn entertaining and probably the year’s most appealing date movie.  Nick (the hunky Henry Golding) is getting serious about his New York girlfriend Rachel (Constance Wu) and wants to take her to meet his family in Singapore.  Now Rachel, being a beautiful NYU economics professor who is fluent in multiple languages, is just about anybody’s ideal daughter-in-law.  What Rachel doesn’t know is that Nick’s family is super, super rich – so rich that their set puts on $40 million weddings.  The family matriarch, Nick’s mom Eleanor (Michelle Yeoh – the leading lady in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon), is never going to approve Nick marrying an American, even a Chinese-American rock star like Rachel.  As the lovers try to win over the formidably stern Eleanor, comic situations ensue.  Will love prevail?

As you can tell, this story follows a familiar arc for a romantic comedy, but with an Asian cast, an Asian location and lots of Asian cultural references.  But his isn’t a just rom com with a gimmick.  Director John M. Chu keeps the pages turning quickly all the way through the two hours running time (a little long for this genre) without any slow spots.   The three main characters are surrounded by wacky friends and family, and most of the biggest laughs come from the foibles of the supporting characters.

I saw this film in a heavily Asian audience, and Ken Jeong’s scenes in particular drew howls from the Asian crowd.  The rapper Awkwafina, who has gotten good notices for her performance in Oceans Eight, is hilarious as Rachel’s zany friend.  We’re going to be seeing a lot more of Awkwafina in the movies; she has Lucille Ball’s lasered-in earnestness.

Awkwafina in CRAZY RICH ASIANS
Michelle Yeoh in Warner Bros. Pictures’ and SK Global Entertainment’s and Starlight Culture’s contemporary romantic comedy CRAZY RICH ASIANS, a Warner Bros. Pictures release.

The Asians in my audience also responded knowingly to the references to Chinese family traditions and parents’ relations to their adult children, much of which is, of course, also universal.

Crazy Rich Asians has some fine set pieces, including an over-the-top wedding where the bridal party wades down a flooded aisle – and a reception so decadent that it makes Baz Luhrmann’s The Great Gatsby look Amish. There’s also a mouth-watering street food scene in Singapore.

You’ll laugh, you’ll cry. Here’s the teaser (not the trailer because the trailer gives away two of the most impactful lines).