Hats off to LarÂry GormÂley, who spent the betÂter part of five years creÂatÂing a zoomable graphÂic that “chronÂiÂcles the hisÂtoÂry of feaÂture films from the oriÂgins in the 1910s until the present day.” 2000 films, across 20 genÂres and 100 years, all preÂsentÂed in one artÂful disÂplay. NiceÂly done.
For Frank SinaÂtra’s 100 birthÂday today, we’re bringÂing back to the top a post from our archive that highÂlights the 1954 noir film, “SudÂdenÂly.” In this pubÂlic domain flick, SinaÂtra played the role of a psyÂchopath. And he played the role conÂvincÂingÂly, getÂting some very fine reviews from The New York Times. Enjoy the film and our origÂiÂnal post from 2012 below:
Tricky busiÂness, castÂing a world-famous musiÂcian in a movie’s starÂring role: it seems you must either craft the part to perÂfectÂly match their perÂsona, or to run perÂfectÂly against it. NicoÂlas Roeg, that inimÂitable employÂer of singers to his own semi-fathÂomable cinÂeÂmatÂic ends, has rigÂorÂousÂly explored this range of posÂsiÂbilÂiÂties. David Bowie seemed the only posÂsiÂble choice for the terÂmiÂnalÂly loneÂly alien of The Man Who Fell to Earth, just as Art GarÂfunkel seemed the last posÂsiÂble choice for the psyÂchoÂsexÂuÂal torÂmenÂtor of Bad TimÂing.
I perÂsonÂalÂly regret that Roeg nevÂer got to work with Frank SinaÂtra, used to such strikÂing effect by John FrankenÂheimer in The ManchuriÂan CanÂdiÂdate and Otto PreÂminger in The Man with the GoldÂen Arm. To hold those picÂtures up against, say, the Rat Pack free-for-all of Ocean’s Eleven is to underÂstand that castÂing against perÂsona, though on averÂage the riskiÂer option, proÂduces more fasÂciÂnatÂingÂly conÂtraÂdicÂtoÂry perÂforÂmances. In the 1954 noir SudÂdenÂly, availÂable free on Archive.org, you can watch an earÂly examÂple of this in SinaÂtra’s career, when direcÂtor Lewis Allen turns him into a psyÂchopath bent on assasÂsiÂnatÂing none othÂer than the PresÂiÂdent of the UnitÂed States.
GivÂen the proÂjecÂt’s unquesÂtioned B‑movie conÂtext, critÂics regardÂed SinaÂtra as havÂing made a reaÂsonÂably rich meal of this vilÂlainÂous part. “Mr. SinaÂtra deserves a speÂcial chunk of praise,” wrote the New York Times’ Bosley Crowther. “In SudÂdenÂly he proves a meloÂdraÂmatÂic tour de force.” VariÂety also looked favorÂably upon him: “Thesp inserts plenÂty of menÂace into a psyÂcho charÂacÂter, nevÂer too heavÂiÂly done, and gets good backÂing from his costar, SterÂling HayÂden, as sherÂiff, in a less showy role but just as authorÂiÂtaÂtiveÂly hanÂdled.” Yes, you read that right: this movie pits Frank SinaÂtra against SterÂling HayÂden. SinaÂtra and his crew of killers take over a small-town hillÂtop famÂiÂly home, the ideÂal vanÂtage point from which to shoot the passÂing PresÂiÂdent. Then HayÂden, the town’s sherÂiff, turns up to check things out. How will this clash of titanÂic perÂsonÂalÂiÂties resolve? Hit play and find out whether “the numÂber-one man in the nation,” as SudÂdenÂly’s senÂsaÂtionÂalÂisÂtic poster puts it, falls vicÂtim to this “kill-hunÂgry hoodÂlum.”
The NorÂmandy InvaÂsion, othÂerÂwise known as “OperÂaÂtion OverÂlord,” was launched by the Allies on June 6, 1944. On that day — D‑Day — AmerÂiÂcan, British and CanaÂdiÂan troops landÂed on five sepÂaÂrate beachÂheads in NorÂmandy, on the westÂern shores of France. By the end of August 1944, the Allies had libÂerÂatÂed all of northÂern France and startÂed marchÂing towards Nazi GerÂmany.
At the time, the filmÂmakÂer George Stevens (1904–1975) was a lieuÂtenant colonel in the U.S. Army’s SigÂnal Corps. Dwight D. EisenÂhowÂer, tasked with planÂning and carÂryÂing out the Allied invaÂsion of NorÂmandy, wantÂed film crews present at the invaÂsion to proÂvide footage for a docÂuÂmenÂtary film. Stevens took charge of the SpeÂcial Motion PicÂtures Unit and gathÂered a group of camÂeraÂmen and writÂers dubbed the “Stevens IrregÂuÂlars”. They used the stanÂdard Army motion picÂture stock, 35 mm black and white newsÂreel film. But they also brought along a hand-held camÂera and some 16 mm Kodachrome colÂor film. Stevens shot sevÂerÂal hours’ worth of colÂor footage from France, BelÂgium and GerÂmany. The scenes from the libÂerÂaÂtion of Dachau conÂcenÂtraÂtion camp are parÂticÂuÂlarÂly shockÂing and left their mark on the lives of the camÂeraÂmen. In 1994, Stevens’ son used this film footage to assemÂble the docÂuÂmenÂtary George Stevens: D‑Day to Berlin.
By proÂfesÂsion, Matthias RaschÂer teachÂes EngÂlish and HisÂtoÂry at a High School in northÂern Bavaria, GerÂmany. In his free time he scours the web for good links and posts the best finds on TwitÂter.
The motion picÂture you are about to witÂness may starÂtle you. It would not have been posÂsiÂble, othÂerÂwise, to sufÂfiÂcientÂly emphaÂsize the frightÂful toll of the new drug menÂace which is destroyÂing the youth of AmerÂiÂca in alarmÂingÂly increasÂing numÂbers. MarÂiÂhuaÂna is that drug — a vioÂlent narÂcotÂic — an unspeakÂable scourge — The Real PubÂlic EneÂmy NumÂber One! Or at least that’s how the openÂing crawl of Reefer MadÂness tells it.
Also known, in othÂer forms, as Tell Your ChilÂdren, The BurnÂing QuesÂtion, Dope Addict, Doped Youth and Love MadÂness, the film has spent the past forty years accruÂing cult credÂiÂbilÂiÂty on the (highÂly overÂlapÂping) midÂnight-movie and cannabis-culÂture cirÂcuits. That pecuÂliar spelling of what we know as marÂiÂjuaÂna reveals only a whiff of its disÂtincÂtive blend of hand-wringÂing salaÂciousÂness, aggresÂsive squareÂness, and sheer ignoÂrance. KeiÂth Stroup, founder of the NationÂal OrgaÂniÂzaÂtion for the Reform of MarÂiÂjuaÂna Laws, spotÂted the movie’s uninÂtendÂed comedic potenÂtial back in 1971, when he bought a print and began colÂlege-camÂpus screenÂings. It today draws more proÂlonged, disÂbeÂlievÂing gufÂfaws and chorÂtles than ever before.
Since Reefer MadÂness has fallÂen into the pubÂlic domain, you can hold your own midÂnight screenÂing nearÂly withÂout effort by watchÂing it online. Behold the deeply askew motion picÂture that began as a church-fundÂed moralÂiÂty play, got into the hands of earÂly exploitaÂtion-film icon Dwain Esper (he of 1934’s ManiÂac, 1937’s How to Undress in Front of Your HusÂband, and 1938’s Sex MadÂness), and wound up as an uproarÂiÂous mainÂstay of hazy uniÂverÂsiÂty audiÂtoÂria. While the film clearÂly knows nothÂing of marÂiÂjuaÂna or its real effects — or, seemÂingÂly, of the real effects of any narÂcotÂic — that doesÂn’t stop its script from yieldÂing a host of resÂoÂnant lines. These run from the “straightÂforÂward quesÂtion” of whether “you have, perÂhaps unwillÂingÂly, acquired a cerÂtain habit through assoÂciÂaÂtion with cerÂtain undeÂsirÂable peoÂple” to the recÂolÂlecÂtion of havÂing been “high enough to take over the marines and the navy” to that immorÂtal imperÂaÂtive, “Bring me some reefers!” Laugh if you must, but bear in mind the final words from the solemn Dr. CarÂroll: “The next tragedy may be that of your daughÂter’s… or your son’s… or yours… or yours… or yours!”
HalÂloween has long since passed, grantÂed. But givÂen the overÂabunÂdance of ChristÂmas decÂoÂraÂtions even now arisÂing all around us, a bracÂing splash of horÂror won’t go amiss. This goes douÂble when the splash comes from George A. Romero’s Night of the LivÂing Dead, urtext of the modÂern zomÂbie movie. It goes triple when you can watch it free online. (It’s been uploaded in high-defÂiÂnÂiÂtion video, no less, an absolute essenÂtial for lo-fi, low-budÂget gorefests.) Though only released in 1968, the movie appears on the interÂnet legalÂly due to its disÂtribÂuÂtor not indiÂcatÂing their copyÂright on the film prints. They removed the origÂiÂnal title cards, which disÂplayed the conÂsidÂerÂably less catchy origÂiÂnal title Night of the Flesh Eaters, but forÂgot to put the copyÂright stateÂment back in with the new ones.
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Long before iPhones, Garmins, and Google Maps conÂspired to make carÂtoÂgraphÂic sheep of us all, ChevroÂlet had a vestÂed interÂest in glamÂorÂizÂing anyÂthing to do with four wheels, includÂing the process that put maps in a supÂposÂedÂly advenÂturÂous, car-buyÂing pubÂlic’s hands. Caught MapÂping (1940), like so many of the short, inforÂmaÂtive films the autoÂmoÂtive giant engiÂneered with direcÂtor Jam Handy and “the coopÂerÂaÂtion of State HighÂway DepartÂments,” has all the earÂmarks of its time:
GorÂgeous black and white cinÂeÂmatogÂraÂphy? Check.
FetishisÂtic regard for anyÂthing that might posÂsiÂbly be described as “the latÂest techÂnolÂoÂgy” (includÂing a big sheet of acetate and a realÂly big camÂera)? Check.
JaunÂty male narÂraÂtor suckÂing all the nonÂchaÂlance out of periÂod slang? Say, felÂla, what are you “driÂving” at? Check.
Of parÂticÂuÂlar interÂest to those accusÂtomed to navÂiÂgatÂing digÂiÂtalÂly is the sheer gritÂtiÂness of the endeavÂor. ComÂpare the earÂly EuroÂpean explorÂer shown ponÂderÂousÂly wieldÂing a sexÂtant to the perÂspirÂing road scouts (or “map detecÂtives”) crissÂcrossÂing Death ValÂley in an un-airÂconÂdiÂtioned vehiÂcle, chasÂing down the sort of conÂstrucÂtion-relatÂed detours or topoÂgraphÂiÂcal develÂopÂments that could renÂder a paper map obsoÂlete. One steers; the othÂer updates the most recentÂly pubÂlished ediÂtion in ink, imperÂviÂous to such hazÂards as car sickÂness and bumps in the road. EvenÂtuÂalÂly, the eggheads in the lab take over, transÂlatÂing the intreÂpid road scouts’ fieldÂwork into a series of symÂbols and sigÂniÂfiers as mysÂteÂriÂous as hieroÂglyphs to the modÂern viewÂer.
TechÂnoÂlogÂiÂcal advanceÂments aside, it’s the hands-on aspect that proves most thrilling. SomeÂone should make a movie about these guys for real.
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“YasuÂjiro Ozu, the man whom his kinsÂmen conÂsidÂer the most JapanÂese of all film direcÂtors, had but one major subÂject, the JapanÂese famÂiÂly, and but one major theme, its disÂsoÂluÂtion.” So writes DonÂald Richie in Ozu: His Life and His Films, still the definÂiÂtive EngÂlish-lanÂguage study of this thorÂoughÂly JapanÂese filmÂmakÂer. (Richie, perÂhaps the most astute and expeÂriÂenced livÂing critÂic of JapanÂese film, tells more of Ozu in the relÂeÂvant segÂment of Mark Cousins’ series The StoÂry of Film.) Despite his JapanÂeseÂness, or indeed because of it, Ozu conÂtinÂues, nearÂly fifty years after his passÂing, to enthrall genÂerÂaÂtion after genÂerÂaÂtion of westÂern cinephiles. YesÂterÂday we feaÂtured a clip from Tokyo-Ga, the docÂuÂmenÂtary whereÂin Wim WenÂders makes a Tokyo jourÂney out of sheer need to seek out the spirÂit of Ozu. CritÂiÂcalÂly acclaimed French filmÂmakÂer Claire Denis has also paid tribÂute, and above you’ll find a salute to Ozu as inspiÂraÂtion from equalÂly laudÂed but resÂoluteÂly deadÂpan Finnish auteur Aki KauÂrisÂmäÂki. “Ozu-san, I’m Aki KauÂrisÂmäÂki from FinÂland,” the Le Havre direcÂtor explains, readyÂing a cigÂaÂrette. “I’ve made eleven lousy films, and it’s all your fault.”
What is it about Ozu? The disÂciÂplined econÂoÂmy of his stoÂries, diaÂlogue and images accounts for some of it. But he also delivÂers someÂthing less obviÂous. “Just as there are no heroes in Ozu’s picÂtures,” writes Richie, “so there are no vilÂlains. [ … ] In basic Zen texts one accepts and tranÂscends the world, and in traÂdiÂtionÂal JapanÂese narÂraÂtive art one celÂeÂbrates and relinÂquishÂes it. The aesÂthetÂic term mono no aware is often used nowaÂdays to describe this state of mind.” And, whether in those words or not, Ozu’s folÂlowÂers savor the expresÂsion of mono no aware in his many films, such as An Autumn AfterÂnoon, Tokyo StoÂry, Late Spring, and Good MornÂing. This sort of thing being betÂter expeÂriÂenced than described, why not watch Ozu’s 1952 picÂture The FlaÂvor of Green Tea Over Rice? (Or 1941’s The BrothÂers and SisÂters of the Toda FamÂiÂly, 1948’s A Hen in the Wind, 1950’s The MurekaÂta SisÂters?) To my mind, nothÂing sums up Ozu’s appeal quite so well as his use of “pilÂlow shots” — simÂple, staÂtÂic comÂpoÂsiÂtions placed in his films for pureÂly rhythÂmic, non-narÂraÂtive purÂposÂes — of which you can watch one fan-made comÂpiÂlaÂtion below. How many filmÂmakÂers, JapanÂese or othÂerÂwise, could pull those off?
DurÂing the 1950s, the pioÂneerÂing phoÂtoÂjourÂnalÂist Eve Arnold took a series of porÂtraits of MarÂiÂlyn MonÂroe. The now iconÂic phoÂtos genÂerÂalÂly present MonÂroe as a largÂer-than-life celebriÂty and sex symÂbol. Except for one. In 1955, Arnold phoÂtographed MonÂroe readÂing a worn copy of James Joyce’s modÂernist clasÂsic, Ulysses. It’s still debatÂed whether this was simÂply an attempt to recast her image (she often played the “dumb blonde” charÂacÂter in her ’50s films), or whether she actuÂalÂly had a penÂsive side. (Her perÂsonÂal library, catÂaÂlogued at the time of her death, sugÂgests the latÂter.) But, either way, Arnold explained years latÂer how this memÂoÂrable phoÂto came about:
We worked on a beach on Long Island. She was visÂitÂing NorÂman RosÂten the poet.… I asked her what she was readÂing when I went to pick her up (I was tryÂing to get an idea of how she spent her time). She said she kept Ulysses in her car and had been readÂing it for a long time. She said she loved the sound of it and would read it aloud to herÂself to try to make sense of it — but she found it hard going. She couldn’t read it conÂsecÂuÂtiveÂly. When we stopped at a local playÂground to phoÂtoÂgraph she got out the book and startÂed to read while I loaded the film. So, of course, I phoÂtographed her. It was always a colÂlabÂoÂraÂtive effort of phoÂtogÂraÂphÂer and subÂject where she was conÂcerned — but almost more her input.
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