THE KILLING — THE CRITERION COLLECTION
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November 26, 2010
THE BIG SLEEP — CLASSIC FILM PICK
Howard Hawks's 1946 adaptation of Raymond Chandler's hardboiled noir novel is about one thing and one thing only, the insanely dynamic chemistry between Bogart and Bacall.
Coming off their first film together (Hawks's "To Have and Have Not") the actors carried on a quiet affair with the much older Bogart mentoring Bacall as an actor as well. Bogart plays private detective Philip Marlowe, a man whose sexual appeal to women knows no boundaries. Hawks was careful to pack every available scene with as much sexual innuendo as possible.
A convoluted story involving the murder of a gambling debt collector sets the stage for Bogart to hold court as the coolest card in the deck regardless of who's holding the gun. Many pistols are drawn as Marlowe follows up on an apparently blackmail-related murder.
Steamy photos of a client's hot-to-trot nubile daughter Carmen (Martha Vickers) are at the heart of the blackmail, but Carmen's older sister Vivian Rutledge (Bacall) generates the heat. Her bedroom eyes weighed down with erotic desire, Bacall's Vivian is the only thing more composed than Bogart's quick-talking man's man.
For all the women who throw themselves at Marlowe throughout the film, only one has a chance of sealing the deal. When the kiss between them finally arrives, Marlowe aptly treats it as business to be done away with until opportunity allows an encore of such pleasant luxury. As dead bodies pile up, so too does the romantic connection between the actors who would wed before "The Big Sleep" even opened in theaters.
"The Big Sleep" is a triumph of style over substance. So much of its joy comes from the way Bogart and Bacall deliver Raymond Chandler's witty language that there's no point in trying to put the pieces of the elaborate crime plot together. Here, the entire story is merely a MacGuffin for the actors to riff on. And oh, what riffing they do!
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June 27, 2010
TOUCH OF EVIL — CLASSIC FILM PICK
In 1957 "Touch of Evil" became Orson Welles's first return to studio production work in Hollywood after a ten-year hiatus — after his notorious failed version of “Macbeth.” For “Touch of Evil,” Universal hired Welles to write, direct, and act in what they considered to be a [low budget] B-picture. Little did anyone know at the time that "Touch of Evil" would mark the end of the cinematic movement known as Film Noir, and put the cherry on Welles’s storied career as a director.
Welles adapted "Touch of Evil" from a functional pulp novel titled "Badge of Evil" (by Robert Wade and H. Bill Miller). He crafted the source material into a bizarre anti-capitalist, anti-racist morality tale set in Mexico. Welles cast himself as Captain Quinlan, a nasty police officer with a low code of ethics. Needless to say, Welles’s performance is as gritty as anything else in the noir cannon.
By telling the linear story from three different viewpoints, Welles avoids structural clichés like flashbacks or narration. Welles was careful to give special attention to the material's obsession with vice that colors every scene. In one of the most harrowing passages in all of Film Noir, Janet Leigh is drugged and lies passed-out in a darkened hotel room where Quinlan strangles to death a Hispanic man against the brass bedpost next to where she lay. The scene resonates with noir’s tempestuous balance between sex and death.
Marlene Dietrich speaks the film's theme lines as Tana, an aging Mexican whore with a German accent. Every frame of Dietrich's non-blinking scenes spit humanist ethics against the corruption that surrounds her empathetic character. When Quinlan comes sniffing around Tana's brothel in the middle of the night, he asks her to read his fortune. Tana replies, "You haven't got any; your future's all used up. Why don't you go home?" Dietrich's come-hither look belies the somber world-weary tone of her gutsy character. The hard-boiled dialogue is all the more poignant because "Touch of Evil" also represented a finishing touch for Welles's and Dietrich's magnificent careers.
So the story goes, Orson Welles once fought in a bullring in Spain during his youth. He went on to spend his life searching for cinematic challenges that could match the power and unpredictability of an angry bull In "Touch of Evil," Welles kills the metaphorical beast, and with it the rich Film Noir genre that went before.
Rated PG-13. 95 mins.
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