There is a reason I am not writing this until a week after Christmas, and it's not that I was too lazy the holiday week. And the one after that. Well, not only that.
I didn't want to sully the Xmas season with a dose of "Bah, humbug!" You see, somehow, Carol for Christmas, despite an all-star cast and pedigree, is not a great watch. Oh, it's worth seeing, of course, and all praise to our true Santa, Turner Classic Movies, for showing it, but once is enough for me.
This TV special aired December 28, 1964 on ABC and was part of a series of specials sponsored by Xerox promoting the United Nations. Wait, December 28? Hey, what a great time to air a reworking of A Christmas Carol, right--3 days after the holiday. Almost like writing a post about it two weeks--uh, never mind.
Produced and directed by Joseph Mankiewicz and written by Rod Serling, the special comes off like pure propaganda. I mean, I won't complain about, say, dramatizing the horrors of Hiroshima, but the screenplay shows off the didactic side of Serling. It goes out of its way to promote ingternational cooperation at the expense of storytelling, and I think the agenda-pushing would work much better in a 30-minute format than in this feature-length scenario.
Still, it's Serling, it's atmospheric, and it features an outstanding cast led by Sterling Hayden as the Scrooge (Daniel Grudge here). I could go on about the plot and other production details, but I found an interesting article on TCM that says it all, so just head there, and I will share some screencaps.
Among the standouts: Ben Gazarra, Steve Lawrence, Eva Marie Saint, Pat Hingle, Angry Mob, and Peter Sellers (himself fresh off a massive heart attack):
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Wednesday, January 9, 2019
Monday, June 13, 2016
The Wonderful World of TCM
One of the greatest things about The Greatest Cable Channel Known to Mankind (Turner Classic Movies to the squares) is its distinguished face of the network, Bobby Osbo (Robert Osbourne to the squares). It's understandable that a man of his age would scale back hosting duties, but while B-Mank (Ben Mankewicz to the--aw, forget it) has grown into a likable alternative for me, it's still a letdown to tune in during prime time on the channel and not see the silver fox of screen set-up welcoming me to the feature presentation.
And yet...
I don't want to suggest I want to see Bobby Osbo take more time off or that I wouldn't miss him were he not a regular, but, boy, did I see a suitable fill-in last week. Full disclosure: I am never watching TCM live these days, so I caught the 1957 crime flick "Timetable" on demand. In that format, you never know who's going to intro the movie or if there will be one, so imagine my delight when I saw the lovely and talented Madeleine Stowe discussing the film I was about to see.
Actually don't imagine it; it could get embarrassing for both of us. I'm a big fan of Stowe, and it's been a while since I've seen her in anything--I never watched "Revenge" because, yeah, it had her, but come on--so what a pleasant collision of worlds this was.
Apparently she has been a recurring guest presenter, but much to my shame, I hadn't caught her on TCM. She did a great job of setting up "Timetable," and I'd love to see more of her, but it looks like Turner is--surprise, surprise--leaning just a bit younger as it prepares for Bobby's retirement (which I fear is imminent): http://www.turner.com/story/tcm-announces-new-saturday-daytime-host-tiffany-vazquez
And yet...
I don't want to suggest I want to see Bobby Osbo take more time off or that I wouldn't miss him were he not a regular, but, boy, did I see a suitable fill-in last week. Full disclosure: I am never watching TCM live these days, so I caught the 1957 crime flick "Timetable" on demand. In that format, you never know who's going to intro the movie or if there will be one, so imagine my delight when I saw the lovely and talented Madeleine Stowe discussing the film I was about to see.
Actually don't imagine it; it could get embarrassing for both of us. I'm a big fan of Stowe, and it's been a while since I've seen her in anything--I never watched "Revenge" because, yeah, it had her, but come on--so what a pleasant collision of worlds this was.
Apparently she has been a recurring guest presenter, but much to my shame, I hadn't caught her on TCM. She did a great job of setting up "Timetable," and I'd love to see more of her, but it looks like Turner is--surprise, surprise--leaning just a bit younger as it prepares for Bobby's retirement (which I fear is imminent): http://www.turner.com/story/tcm-announces-new-saturday-daytime-host-tiffany-vazquez
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Thursday, May 19, 2016
The Wonderful World of TCM: Double feature of watchable oldies
Oh, it's been a long time since we visited The Wonderful World of Turner Classic Movies! Longtime readers (and of course the various organizations that have me under surveillance) know that I currently have no DVR, and with my work/superheroics/foosball schedule being what it is, I rarely get the opportunity to sample The Greatest Cable Channel Known to Mankind.
The good news is that Watch TCM (unfortunately, it requires authentication) offers a wide variety of golden oldies every week, a rotating assortment of classics, B-movies, shorts, and everything else you'll see on the muthaship. The bad news is that you sometimes have to act quickly because the movies have short windows of availability.
The good news (see, I have even more of it), is that you get closed captions and even intros if they are available. The bad news (fair and balanced, I is) is that Bobby Osbo does not shoot an intro for all the pre-codes and obscurities they run during the day.
You know what, though? I always thought the real gold on TCM was the weird stuff it ran in those morning hours. Prime time gives you the themes and the stars of the month and the classics you have already seen a bunch of times, but earlier, all kinds of stuff pops up.
I don't know when TCM ran these two movies, but I was glad to see them: Her Majesty, Love (1931); and Stranger in Town (1932). These are not great films--one of them isn't even that good--but they are refreshing in their own way.
"Her Majesty, Love" is a flat romance between two people from different social strata. Leonard Maltin's guide gives it a lowly *.5 and calls it "unbearable," but I think that's a bit harsh. Maltin and I clashed recently (he doesn't know about it, but I disagreed with his book's take on "The Kid from Cleveland," which I reviewed for ClassicFlix. Someday, I hope we settle this beef). After all, the father of the gal is played by W.C. Fields, and Leon Errol is also on board to do some of his typical drunk business. Fields doesn't have nearly enough to do, but where I come from, if you have a chance to see a movie with he and Leon Errol, you see that movie (Our class reunions are pretty wild where I come from).
"Stranger in Town" is a better overall picture. It's an unpretentious story of a town elder (Chic Sale doing his "old-timer" gimmick) fighting to save his grocery business when a young man comes to town on behalf of a discount grocery chain and sets up operations across the street. Complications ensue when Sale's daughter (Ann Dvorak) falls for the young man.
Again, not a classic, but it's a watchable little light comedy, and I don't mean that as faint praise. This one isn't even in Maltin's book, and while I lament the lack of so many films of the classic studio era in that otherwise awesome guide, these are the kind of oddball flicks I love to check out on TCM.
Watch TCM is a hidden gem, but it also frustrates, and not just because it isn't available for Roku or another TV-based platform. I know that there are big walls separating, say, Turner Classic from Warner Archive Instant, but this selection of films is *exactly* what WAI should be offering each month. Instead, it's almost a ghost service right now instead of the "TCM on demand" so many of us hoped it would be. Folks, if you haven't cut the cord yet and you're looking for a streaming classic film service, there is no need to wait for Filmstruck. Such a service is already here...sort of.
The good news is that Watch TCM (unfortunately, it requires authentication) offers a wide variety of golden oldies every week, a rotating assortment of classics, B-movies, shorts, and everything else you'll see on the muthaship. The bad news is that you sometimes have to act quickly because the movies have short windows of availability.
The good news (see, I have even more of it), is that you get closed captions and even intros if they are available. The bad news (fair and balanced, I is) is that Bobby Osbo does not shoot an intro for all the pre-codes and obscurities they run during the day.
You know what, though? I always thought the real gold on TCM was the weird stuff it ran in those morning hours. Prime time gives you the themes and the stars of the month and the classics you have already seen a bunch of times, but earlier, all kinds of stuff pops up.
I don't know when TCM ran these two movies, but I was glad to see them: Her Majesty, Love (1931); and Stranger in Town (1932). These are not great films--one of them isn't even that good--but they are refreshing in their own way.
"Her Majesty, Love" is a flat romance between two people from different social strata. Leonard Maltin's guide gives it a lowly *.5 and calls it "unbearable," but I think that's a bit harsh. Maltin and I clashed recently (he doesn't know about it, but I disagreed with his book's take on "The Kid from Cleveland," which I reviewed for ClassicFlix. Someday, I hope we settle this beef). After all, the father of the gal is played by W.C. Fields, and Leon Errol is also on board to do some of his typical drunk business. Fields doesn't have nearly enough to do, but where I come from, if you have a chance to see a movie with he and Leon Errol, you see that movie (Our class reunions are pretty wild where I come from).
"Stranger in Town" is a better overall picture. It's an unpretentious story of a town elder (Chic Sale doing his "old-timer" gimmick) fighting to save his grocery business when a young man comes to town on behalf of a discount grocery chain and sets up operations across the street. Complications ensue when Sale's daughter (Ann Dvorak) falls for the young man.
Again, not a classic, but it's a watchable little light comedy, and I don't mean that as faint praise. This one isn't even in Maltin's book, and while I lament the lack of so many films of the classic studio era in that otherwise awesome guide, these are the kind of oddball flicks I love to check out on TCM.
Watch TCM is a hidden gem, but it also frustrates, and not just because it isn't available for Roku or another TV-based platform. I know that there are big walls separating, say, Turner Classic from Warner Archive Instant, but this selection of films is *exactly* what WAI should be offering each month. Instead, it's almost a ghost service right now instead of the "TCM on demand" so many of us hoped it would be. Folks, if you haven't cut the cord yet and you're looking for a streaming classic film service, there is no need to wait for Filmstruck. Such a service is already here...sort of.
Friday, February 7, 2014
The Wonderful World of TCM...on demand
I think I have recently seen maybe the greatest thing to ever air on Turner Classic Movies, and that's saying something since, as we all know, it is The Greatest Cable Channel Known to Mankind. But before I get to that, allow me to discuss something else I saw, something that is very well known but not something I need to see again.
I had vague memories of seeing the original "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty," but stimulated by the release of Ben Stiller's remake, I saw the Danny Kaye picture pop up on demand and figured I'd check it out. Well, I understand now why my memories were only vague. To me, it's a forgettable movie that disappears from my consciousness almost as soon as I see it.
I'm sure Danny Kaye fans will want to stick my pistle up my pestle for saying this, but I just don't "get" the guy. I acknowledge his talent, but his movies just don't seem to do much for me. Maybe I just wasn't in the right mood for "Mitty." I'll say this: I haven't even seen the Ben Stiller version, but I'm sure this one is better.
I'll tell you what's better than just about anything: The episode of "Private Screenings," the long-form chat show hosted by Robert Osbourne, featuring as its guest...Robert Osbourne! That's right, our beloved Bobby Osbo sat down on the other side of the set and faced an interrogation from Alec Baldwin.
Well, actually, it was a spirited but affectionate conversation between two guys who are clearly great friends and who share a fine on-screen chemistry. This is perhaps a tad ironic considering some of the behavior for which Alec has made headlines lately, but you can't come away from this special not seeing the bond still enjoyed by the former "TCM Essentials" co-hosts.
Somehow I missed this when it first aired. This is what life does to you when you no longer own a DVR. You have to endure commercials...you can't hoard episodes of Crash and Bernstein...and most significantly, you nearly miss a Bobby Osbo special and must stumble upon it while checking the TCM on demand lineup.
This "Private Screenings" is itself an "essential" for any TCM lover. You get the Secret Origin of Osbourne himself as well as some background on the start of the network. Later you see some highlights from past "Private Screenings" episodes, including Robert Mitchum sandbagging with non-answers and Mickey Rooney acting out a past rage and making our guy more than a little uncomfortable.
I had heard many of the stories Osbourne tells, but the producers of this show unearth some great footage to really animate them. There's a clip of Bobby greeting Bette Davis at an AFI event in the 1970s, a pivotal incident that got him exposure and led to some daytime TV appearances. I enjoyed that anecdote before, but to see the actual encounter is something else. Best of all are the amazing snippets of Osbourne acting on soap operas!
Baldwin is a skilled interviewer and an ideal partner for this exercise, though fans of the old AMC may be taken aback by his dismissal of former frontman Bob Dorian. He means it as a tribute to Osbourne, not necessarily a slam on Doran, though. Bobby Osbo himself is, as always, the epitome of class, a true gentleman and someone whose love of classic film is always evident. The last segment of the program is an almost unbearable montage of celebrities offering cheesy soundbites in tribute, but if anyone deserves that kind of treatment while they're still around to see it, it's Mr. TCM.
I had vague memories of seeing the original "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty," but stimulated by the release of Ben Stiller's remake, I saw the Danny Kaye picture pop up on demand and figured I'd check it out. Well, I understand now why my memories were only vague. To me, it's a forgettable movie that disappears from my consciousness almost as soon as I see it.
I'm sure Danny Kaye fans will want to stick my pistle up my pestle for saying this, but I just don't "get" the guy. I acknowledge his talent, but his movies just don't seem to do much for me. Maybe I just wasn't in the right mood for "Mitty." I'll say this: I haven't even seen the Ben Stiller version, but I'm sure this one is better.
I'll tell you what's better than just about anything: The episode of "Private Screenings," the long-form chat show hosted by Robert Osbourne, featuring as its guest...Robert Osbourne! That's right, our beloved Bobby Osbo sat down on the other side of the set and faced an interrogation from Alec Baldwin.
Well, actually, it was a spirited but affectionate conversation between two guys who are clearly great friends and who share a fine on-screen chemistry. This is perhaps a tad ironic considering some of the behavior for which Alec has made headlines lately, but you can't come away from this special not seeing the bond still enjoyed by the former "TCM Essentials" co-hosts.
Somehow I missed this when it first aired. This is what life does to you when you no longer own a DVR. You have to endure commercials...you can't hoard episodes of Crash and Bernstein...and most significantly, you nearly miss a Bobby Osbo special and must stumble upon it while checking the TCM on demand lineup.
This "Private Screenings" is itself an "essential" for any TCM lover. You get the Secret Origin of Osbourne himself as well as some background on the start of the network. Later you see some highlights from past "Private Screenings" episodes, including Robert Mitchum sandbagging with non-answers and Mickey Rooney acting out a past rage and making our guy more than a little uncomfortable.
I had heard many of the stories Osbourne tells, but the producers of this show unearth some great footage to really animate them. There's a clip of Bobby greeting Bette Davis at an AFI event in the 1970s, a pivotal incident that got him exposure and led to some daytime TV appearances. I enjoyed that anecdote before, but to see the actual encounter is something else. Best of all are the amazing snippets of Osbourne acting on soap operas!
Baldwin is a skilled interviewer and an ideal partner for this exercise, though fans of the old AMC may be taken aback by his dismissal of former frontman Bob Dorian. He means it as a tribute to Osbourne, not necessarily a slam on Doran, though. Bobby Osbo himself is, as always, the epitome of class, a true gentleman and someone whose love of classic film is always evident. The last segment of the program is an almost unbearable montage of celebrities offering cheesy soundbites in tribute, but if anyone deserves that kind of treatment while they're still around to see it, it's Mr. TCM.
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Saturday, December 21, 2013
The Wonderful World of TCM: Holiday Affair redux AND a bonusaa
Yes, it's finally time once again for me to revisit The Greatest Cable Channel Known to Mankind (ka-ching! Hey, wait...). Rare is the time these days I get a chance to sit and watch an entire film as it unfolds on Turner Classic Movies, but I made a special effort to plunk myself down in a chair at Cultureshark Tower when the network screened Holiday Affair (1949) last weekend.
I've written about this movie before, so let me see if I can add anything new this time. Somehow "Holiday Affair" has become one of my favorites. It's a relatively unassuming and underappreciated Christmas classic, but I feel incomplete if I don't at least see a good chunk of it each season. In that older post I talked about how the the courtroom scene stood out for me, with Harry Morgan's sardonic judge trying to walk away with the whole movie. This time, it's a cool scene with star Robert Mitchum and second banana/hapless soon-to-be ex-boyfriend Wendell Corey trying to make chitchat while they wait for Janet Leigh to come back in the room. They exchange banalities about the weather while trying to hide their mutual suspicion from each other...or maybe not. Mitchum's reactions in this scene are particularly priceless. Just the way he cocks an eyebrow and gives an offhand "Is that so?" cracks me up. Mitchum plays Steve Mason as a guy who knows he is going to take Janet Leigh from Corey, who knows that Corey knows it, and is just doing the bare minimum to maintain the pretense of NOT knowing it..but is amused by the whole thing.
Another highlight comes when Mitch drops the pretense and, after being invited to join the widow Leigh and her little boy, her current boyfriend, and her former in-laws for Christmas dinner, makes a speech about Janet should marry HIM instead of the lame lawyer sitting 3 feet away. Sure, they ask him to say a few words, but I think the table is expecting something more along the lines of "God rest ye merry gentlemen." Bob says, "Well, you asked for it," but goes ahead and says what's on his mind, pointing out how it's probably better to do that than to go around behind Corey's back. Of course this speech only makes Mitchum's no-BS character only cooler and Corey's Carl Davis all the more hapless.
I quoted him last time, but the line stands out 5 years later, so let me again tell you what poor Carl Davis has to say to Janet Leigh's gorgeous young widow: "You look like a tired beautiful girl instead of just a beautiful girl." Pardon me while I regurgitate my egg nog. There's a reason I haven't put any spoiler tags in here when mentioning that Mitchum is gonna take Leigh away.
I watched Ben Mankiewiecz's intro and learned that this box office disappointment opened on Christmas Eve. Really? These days, any Christmas movie that thinks it has a chance to make any money opens by Thanksgiving and tries to milk the season for as long as it can. It's not for nothing that I'm talking about this movie today instead of December 26.
If you want to see this TCM perennial again or for the first time and don't have the DVD, TCM is playing it again Christmas Eve at 4:15. Tell 'em Cultureshark sent you. And tell 'em he appreciates that B-Mank gives it its props and that the channel runs it every year. Oh, and also, "Holiday Affair" is currently available On Demand on my cable system in the TCM section.
Speaking of On Demand, TCM's corner of that universe has changed a bit in recent months. In its CONcast incarnation, it used to offer a group of movies for about a month at a time. Now it seems like the offerings are rotated much more frequently and a broader range of titles are offered. Last week I saw the 1936 RKO football picture "The Big Game," and I recommend it as a fun early sports movie, except it's already gone from the On Demand lineup.
Phillip Huston and Bruce Cabot star as college football players, and there are cameos by a host of real-life gridiron stars, including Jay Berwanger, the first ever Heisman winner. Apart from the frequent comic relief provided by Andy Devine's overage player named "Pop" (because he has a wife and kids, see), the movie is a fairly tough look at some serious issues affecting the game in those days: Gambling, exploitation of amateurs by money-making universities, unethical operations in athletic departments...Gee, it's a good thing we don't have to worry about any of those things anymore, huh? There is a remarkable speech one player gives about wanting to get HIS since the system is using all of them that could fit right in during a modern-day football flick.
"The Big Game" isn't the best old-time college football movie--that of course is "Horsefeathers"--but I never see it discussed in conversations about sports films, and it deserves a look. I don't remember seeing it run on TCM, actually, which made catching it On Demand a real delight. Check it out if it returns or if it shows up on the network proper.
I've written about this movie before, so let me see if I can add anything new this time. Somehow "Holiday Affair" has become one of my favorites. It's a relatively unassuming and underappreciated Christmas classic, but I feel incomplete if I don't at least see a good chunk of it each season. In that older post I talked about how the the courtroom scene stood out for me, with Harry Morgan's sardonic judge trying to walk away with the whole movie. This time, it's a cool scene with star Robert Mitchum and second banana/hapless soon-to-be ex-boyfriend Wendell Corey trying to make chitchat while they wait for Janet Leigh to come back in the room. They exchange banalities about the weather while trying to hide their mutual suspicion from each other...or maybe not. Mitchum's reactions in this scene are particularly priceless. Just the way he cocks an eyebrow and gives an offhand "Is that so?" cracks me up. Mitchum plays Steve Mason as a guy who knows he is going to take Janet Leigh from Corey, who knows that Corey knows it, and is just doing the bare minimum to maintain the pretense of NOT knowing it..but is amused by the whole thing.
Another highlight comes when Mitch drops the pretense and, after being invited to join the widow Leigh and her little boy, her current boyfriend, and her former in-laws for Christmas dinner, makes a speech about Janet should marry HIM instead of the lame lawyer sitting 3 feet away. Sure, they ask him to say a few words, but I think the table is expecting something more along the lines of "God rest ye merry gentlemen." Bob says, "Well, you asked for it," but goes ahead and says what's on his mind, pointing out how it's probably better to do that than to go around behind Corey's back. Of course this speech only makes Mitchum's no-BS character only cooler and Corey's Carl Davis all the more hapless.
I quoted him last time, but the line stands out 5 years later, so let me again tell you what poor Carl Davis has to say to Janet Leigh's gorgeous young widow: "You look like a tired beautiful girl instead of just a beautiful girl." Pardon me while I regurgitate my egg nog. There's a reason I haven't put any spoiler tags in here when mentioning that Mitchum is gonna take Leigh away.
I watched Ben Mankiewiecz's intro and learned that this box office disappointment opened on Christmas Eve. Really? These days, any Christmas movie that thinks it has a chance to make any money opens by Thanksgiving and tries to milk the season for as long as it can. It's not for nothing that I'm talking about this movie today instead of December 26.
If you want to see this TCM perennial again or for the first time and don't have the DVD, TCM is playing it again Christmas Eve at 4:15. Tell 'em Cultureshark sent you. And tell 'em he appreciates that B-Mank gives it its props and that the channel runs it every year. Oh, and also, "Holiday Affair" is currently available On Demand on my cable system in the TCM section.
Speaking of On Demand, TCM's corner of that universe has changed a bit in recent months. In its CONcast incarnation, it used to offer a group of movies for about a month at a time. Now it seems like the offerings are rotated much more frequently and a broader range of titles are offered. Last week I saw the 1936 RKO football picture "The Big Game," and I recommend it as a fun early sports movie, except it's already gone from the On Demand lineup.
Phillip Huston and Bruce Cabot star as college football players, and there are cameos by a host of real-life gridiron stars, including Jay Berwanger, the first ever Heisman winner. Apart from the frequent comic relief provided by Andy Devine's overage player named "Pop" (because he has a wife and kids, see), the movie is a fairly tough look at some serious issues affecting the game in those days: Gambling, exploitation of amateurs by money-making universities, unethical operations in athletic departments...Gee, it's a good thing we don't have to worry about any of those things anymore, huh? There is a remarkable speech one player gives about wanting to get HIS since the system is using all of them that could fit right in during a modern-day football flick.
"The Big Game" isn't the best old-time college football movie--that of course is "Horsefeathers"--but I never see it discussed in conversations about sports films, and it deserves a look. I don't remember seeing it run on TCM, actually, which made catching it On Demand a real delight. Check it out if it returns or if it shows up on the network proper.
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Tuesday, August 9, 2011
The Wonderful World of TCM: Tarzan and what comes next
I appreciate the weekly Tarzan screening brought to us by The Greatest Cable Channel Known to Mankind, though I checked out after the Johnny Weissmullers ended a few weeks ago. Truth be told, I sort of "checked out" even earlier, as at a certain point I realized that while I could see the appeal of the series, they weren't always holding my attention, and I began to use them more as background than as dedicated appointment DVR viewing.
Two installments that stood out in the Weissmuller run were "Tarzan's New York Adventure" because it seemed to always be on when I was a kid (maybe it just stood out because Tarzan wore a suit in it) and "Tarzan Triumphs" because--this may be sacrilege--Frances Gifford surprised be my making forget it was the first in the series without Maureen O'Sullivan. Yowza yowza!
I've been thinking about what TCM will run on Saturdays once it exhausts the King of the Jungle's portfolio. It seems a shame to let the Saturday morning/afternoon series concept expire after this and the long (and very much welcome) Bowery Boys stint. I see that Philo Vance is on tap for September, with the Hildegarde Withers mysteries slated for October as the Tarzans continue. These and many of the best-known and best-loved film series have already run on the channel in recent years. So forgive me if my personal preferences run to material that's buried a little deeper in the vaults.
So, Boston Blackie, Crime Doctor, Mexican Spitfire, Andy Hardy, Dr. Kildare, The Saint, I love you all, but you have made numerous appearances already, often in convenient marathons.
Maisie and The Falcon also make frequent appearances on the channel (though I admit I do need to watch those Maisies someday).
The Lone Wolfs, the Whistlers, the Perry Masons, the Nancy Drews, the I Love a Mysteries, and the Sherlock Holmeses are either on video or already make regular appearances on TCM.
I like Columbia's Blondie series based on the enduring comic strip, but I...have access to those already, not that I wouldn't appreciate seeing pristine prints.
Abbott and Costello are great, but I have the DVDs, and those movies haven't been wallflowers, either. In fact, This TV is running many of them lately. Speaking of This, the channel is also showing Francis the Talking Mule films, and they also have slipped in a few Ma and Pa
Kettles to complement those other Universal franchises.
This also runs the occasional Charlie Chan film, as does TCM, and most of the Chans are on video. Same with the cool Mr. Moto series. I'd like to see the rest of the Michael Shaynes, actually. That would be a good candidate, but a handful of those are on DVD.
After thinking this through, I have a winner. The one series I would like to see make its way to TCM on Saturdays after the guy in the loincloth moves on is...
The Aldrich Family.
I've never seen any of these 11 Paramount Studios pictures, and I don't recall The Greatest Cable Channel Known to Mankind airing them since I've had it. It was a popular franchise back in the 1940s and 1950s, originating as a radio program and eventually moving into television. But I'd be happy just to see the movies.
Maybe there are rights issues or materials issues that prevent them from being shown, but as far as I know the Aldrich Family movies have been M.I.A. for years. I think I'd enjoy 'em. Make it happen, TCM.
Two installments that stood out in the Weissmuller run were "Tarzan's New York Adventure" because it seemed to always be on when I was a kid (maybe it just stood out because Tarzan wore a suit in it) and "Tarzan Triumphs" because--this may be sacrilege--Frances Gifford surprised be my making forget it was the first in the series without Maureen O'Sullivan. Yowza yowza!
I've been thinking about what TCM will run on Saturdays once it exhausts the King of the Jungle's portfolio. It seems a shame to let the Saturday morning/afternoon series concept expire after this and the long (and very much welcome) Bowery Boys stint. I see that Philo Vance is on tap for September, with the Hildegarde Withers mysteries slated for October as the Tarzans continue. These and many of the best-known and best-loved film series have already run on the channel in recent years. So forgive me if my personal preferences run to material that's buried a little deeper in the vaults.
So, Boston Blackie, Crime Doctor, Mexican Spitfire, Andy Hardy, Dr. Kildare, The Saint, I love you all, but you have made numerous appearances already, often in convenient marathons.
Maisie and The Falcon also make frequent appearances on the channel (though I admit I do need to watch those Maisies someday).
The Lone Wolfs, the Whistlers, the Perry Masons, the Nancy Drews, the I Love a Mysteries, and the Sherlock Holmeses are either on video or already make regular appearances on TCM.
I like Columbia's Blondie series based on the enduring comic strip, but I...have access to those already, not that I wouldn't appreciate seeing pristine prints.
Abbott and Costello are great, but I have the DVDs, and those movies haven't been wallflowers, either. In fact, This TV is running many of them lately. Speaking of This, the channel is also showing Francis the Talking Mule films, and they also have slipped in a few Ma and Pa
Kettles to complement those other Universal franchises.
This also runs the occasional Charlie Chan film, as does TCM, and most of the Chans are on video. Same with the cool Mr. Moto series. I'd like to see the rest of the Michael Shaynes, actually. That would be a good candidate, but a handful of those are on DVD.
After thinking this through, I have a winner. The one series I would like to see make its way to TCM on Saturdays after the guy in the loincloth moves on is...
The Aldrich Family.
I've never seen any of these 11 Paramount Studios pictures, and I don't recall The Greatest Cable Channel Known to Mankind airing them since I've had it. It was a popular franchise back in the 1940s and 1950s, originating as a radio program and eventually moving into television. But I'd be happy just to see the movies.
Maybe there are rights issues or materials issues that prevent them from being shown, but as far as I know the Aldrich Family movies have been M.I.A. for years. I think I'd enjoy 'em. Make it happen, TCM.
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Monday, July 18, 2011
The Wonderful World of TCM: Drive-in double feature with Bobby Osbo
Perhaps the greatest pleasure to be had from June's drive-in film festival on The Greatest Cable Channel Known to Mankind was witnessing the esteemed (soon to be going on a brief sabbatical; boy, will we miss him) host Bobby Osbo discuss these B-movies.
Before the screening of 1957's "The Giant Claw" Osborne couldn't conceal his "Yep, this movie's crap," grin during his remarks, and really why should he? He pretty much said that the movie was best known for its goofy monster and that sometimes people might wonder about the appeal of this kind of flick...or something like that. Really, I wouldn't have taken offense had he just called it a piece of garbage. I watched the thing, and while it had its moments, those moments consisted of me laughing at the monster like everyone else.
A much better effort was "The Tarantula" (1955), which, though it had a pretty slow build (as many of those old monster movies seem to, come to think) featured some decent acting and story. However, I thought the picture was a tad on the dark side. I don't mean the movie was dark like, say, "Seven," but rather the print looked a bit darker than maybe it should have. It resembled what you'd get back in the day when you tried to dub a VHS that was Macrovision-protected, not that I ever did so.
My mind ran wild with the scenario of Turner Classic actually dubbing a DVD and somehow putting the result on the air; better still, Bobby Osbo explaining it to the viewers:
"Unfortunately, Universal wouldn't play ball with us and provide decent source material for a fair license fee, so we took matters into our own hands and burned a copy of their recent commercial DVD. The result is what you're about to see. If anyone at Universal has a problem with this, they're encouraged to e-mail our complaints department at BenMank@tcm.com. Here, then, from 1955, directed by Jack Arnold..."
If only! I DID think the movie looked a little murky, though...
Before the screening of 1957's "The Giant Claw" Osborne couldn't conceal his "Yep, this movie's crap," grin during his remarks, and really why should he? He pretty much said that the movie was best known for its goofy monster and that sometimes people might wonder about the appeal of this kind of flick...or something like that. Really, I wouldn't have taken offense had he just called it a piece of garbage. I watched the thing, and while it had its moments, those moments consisted of me laughing at the monster like everyone else.
A much better effort was "The Tarantula" (1955), which, though it had a pretty slow build (as many of those old monster movies seem to, come to think) featured some decent acting and story. However, I thought the picture was a tad on the dark side. I don't mean the movie was dark like, say, "Seven," but rather the print looked a bit darker than maybe it should have. It resembled what you'd get back in the day when you tried to dub a VHS that was Macrovision-protected, not that I ever did so.
My mind ran wild with the scenario of Turner Classic actually dubbing a DVD and somehow putting the result on the air; better still, Bobby Osbo explaining it to the viewers:
"Unfortunately, Universal wouldn't play ball with us and provide decent source material for a fair license fee, so we took matters into our own hands and burned a copy of their recent commercial DVD. The result is what you're about to see. If anyone at Universal has a problem with this, they're encouraged to e-mail our complaints department at BenMank@tcm.com. Here, then, from 1955, directed by Jack Arnold..."
If only! I DID think the movie looked a little murky, though...
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Wednesday, June 15, 2011
The Wonderful World of TCM: Make Mine Monogram!
Johnny Doesn't Live Here Anymore (1944): Not a great movie, mind you, but a really fun bit of 1940s lower-tier studio filmmaking. Hollywood must have made hundreds of movies about domestic housing shortages in WWII, and I think TCM shows them all. I haven't caught up yet, but I like the atmosphere of them, with bright and eager young servicemen, helpful young women--wait, that didn't sound the way I intended--and the wacky mixups that ensue.
It is interesting to see Simone Simon in a conventional ingenue kind of a role, playing a woman who winds up inadvertently sharing an apartment in the city (New York City--where else?) with a bunch of military men, and, wow, this really isn't sounding the way I intend now.
But it's all good, clean fun albeit with a few hints that everyone knows the risque nature of the situation. There are some smiles if not hearty laughs, some pleasant interaction among the principals, and an amusing cameo by Rondo Hatton, of all people. Why, Robert Mitchum has a key part, too, and is quite effective, and there's an all-too-brief look or two at Grady Sutton. All this plus an animated Gremlin who keeps popping up throughout the picture and causing all the mischief. It's a bizarre element that springs from Simon reading a magazine article about Gremlins (from what I've read, the playful notion of little monsters called Gremlins screwing things up became a big trendy thing in the war years), and it adds to the offbeat nature of a movie that does rely on a lot of conventional romantic misunderstandings.
The surprise ending, which also breaks from reality a bit, is a real corker, too. This is a fun way to spend a little over and hour and another good reason to Make Mine Monogram.
I also watched a couple of James Dunn B-Pictures from Monogram. The Living Ghost (1944) stars Dunn as a wiscracking ex-private eye who un-retires to solve a murder case. Leave It to the Irish (1942) stars Dunn as a wisecracking private eye who solves a murder case. Each is directed by William Beaudine, who directed tons of Bowery Boys and other cheapo pictures--not necessarily an endorsement for these, I suppose.
Even only a week or so after watching them, they do blend together a bit, but they are both quality pieces of entertainment, low-budget hourlong programmers that do their job. I think the dialogue was a little crisper in "Ghost," but I enjoyed Dunn's plucky fetching love interest, played by Wanda McKay, in "Irish." So if I had to pick one to recommend, I'd say...see both of them If you're into this sort of thing. Each is only a little over an hour long, and you'll get what you're looking for, especially if, like me, you find Dunn a likeable wiseguy.
It is interesting to see Simone Simon in a conventional ingenue kind of a role, playing a woman who winds up inadvertently sharing an apartment in the city (New York City--where else?) with a bunch of military men, and, wow, this really isn't sounding the way I intend now.
But it's all good, clean fun albeit with a few hints that everyone knows the risque nature of the situation. There are some smiles if not hearty laughs, some pleasant interaction among the principals, and an amusing cameo by Rondo Hatton, of all people. Why, Robert Mitchum has a key part, too, and is quite effective, and there's an all-too-brief look or two at Grady Sutton. All this plus an animated Gremlin who keeps popping up throughout the picture and causing all the mischief. It's a bizarre element that springs from Simon reading a magazine article about Gremlins (from what I've read, the playful notion of little monsters called Gremlins screwing things up became a big trendy thing in the war years), and it adds to the offbeat nature of a movie that does rely on a lot of conventional romantic misunderstandings.
The surprise ending, which also breaks from reality a bit, is a real corker, too. This is a fun way to spend a little over and hour and another good reason to Make Mine Monogram.
I also watched a couple of James Dunn B-Pictures from Monogram. The Living Ghost (1944) stars Dunn as a wiscracking ex-private eye who un-retires to solve a murder case. Leave It to the Irish (1942) stars Dunn as a wisecracking private eye who solves a murder case. Each is directed by William Beaudine, who directed tons of Bowery Boys and other cheapo pictures--not necessarily an endorsement for these, I suppose.
Even only a week or so after watching them, they do blend together a bit, but they are both quality pieces of entertainment, low-budget hourlong programmers that do their job. I think the dialogue was a little crisper in "Ghost," but I enjoyed Dunn's plucky fetching love interest, played by Wanda McKay, in "Irish." So if I had to pick one to recommend, I'd say...see both of them If you're into this sort of thing. Each is only a little over an hour long, and you'll get what you're looking for, especially if, like me, you find Dunn a likeable wiseguy.
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Monday, June 13, 2011
The Wonderful World of TCM: Cry in the Night (1956)
I finally got to the interesting little picture "Cry in the Night," an effective black-and-white thriller that puts Natalie Wood in jeopardy and puts poor, old Raymond Burr in a figurative psychoanalyst's chair. It'll be on TCM Wednesday at 4:30 A.M., but I recorded it a looong time ago.
After conking her boyfriend (Richard Anderson) on the noggin, Burr snatches Natalie from a popular makeout spot (as opposed to those unpopular makeout spots--you know, they may not be where the cool kids go, but at least people don't get brained and/or abducted there) and takes her to his secret hideaway where she will presumably be his girlfriend forever.
Cynical police captain Brian Donlevy, much like his beat cops, think the boyfriend is a drunk who needs to sleep it off, but gradually they get the picture, and guess what? Natalie happens to be the daughter of overprotective, gruff, but lovable Captain Edmond O'Brien!
Chaos ensues as the force tries with desperation to find her, while Donlevy strains to hold O'Brien somewhat in check. We see some early examples of profiling, and it turns out Burr's character has mommy issues. Even O'Brien is due for a dose of armchair psychiatry in this one, and the discussions won't be unfamiliar to anyone who's seen movies from that time period that attempt to get into the heads of perverted criminals or even well-meaning dads. I don't want to say much else, but really this isn't a film based on plot twists. Everything is laid right out there, and the tension comes in the creepy Burr/Wood scenes and the plight of O'Brien and his charges.
Hey, speaking of creepy Burr/Wood scenes, I liked Bobby Osbo's outro to this one, in which he discussed the stir created by the public dalliance between the two stars. Our own Robert Osbourne is not one to tell tales out of film school during his segments, but I liked that he mentioned the public being taken aback by the fact that they were co-stars and the fact there was an age difference between the two while they were conspicuously being seen out on the town together.
Uh-huh. THAT'S what was odd about that pairing.
After conking her boyfriend (Richard Anderson) on the noggin, Burr snatches Natalie from a popular makeout spot (as opposed to those unpopular makeout spots--you know, they may not be where the cool kids go, but at least people don't get brained and/or abducted there) and takes her to his secret hideaway where she will presumably be his girlfriend forever.
Cynical police captain Brian Donlevy, much like his beat cops, think the boyfriend is a drunk who needs to sleep it off, but gradually they get the picture, and guess what? Natalie happens to be the daughter of overprotective, gruff, but lovable Captain Edmond O'Brien!
Chaos ensues as the force tries with desperation to find her, while Donlevy strains to hold O'Brien somewhat in check. We see some early examples of profiling, and it turns out Burr's character has mommy issues. Even O'Brien is due for a dose of armchair psychiatry in this one, and the discussions won't be unfamiliar to anyone who's seen movies from that time period that attempt to get into the heads of perverted criminals or even well-meaning dads. I don't want to say much else, but really this isn't a film based on plot twists. Everything is laid right out there, and the tension comes in the creepy Burr/Wood scenes and the plight of O'Brien and his charges.
Hey, speaking of creepy Burr/Wood scenes, I liked Bobby Osbo's outro to this one, in which he discussed the stir created by the public dalliance between the two stars. Our own Robert Osbourne is not one to tell tales out of film school during his segments, but I liked that he mentioned the public being taken aback by the fact that they were co-stars and the fact there was an age difference between the two while they were conspicuously being seen out on the town together.
Uh-huh. THAT'S what was odd about that pairing.
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Tuesday, March 22, 2011
The Wonderful World of TCM: A trio
It's been a while since we've done one of these, so I wish this one were more exciting:
The Story of Mankind: How can a movie with the three main Marx Brothers (Sorry, Gummo) be so dull? I can understand bad--things happen--but dull? I had long wanted to see this Irwin Allen-directed tale of an argument over the future of the species between "the human spirit" (Ronald Coleman) and the devil (Vincent Price). Come to think, how can a movie with Vincent Price as the devil be so dull? I found myself fast-forwarding through some of the historical vignettes to get to the Marx segments, which were all too brief.
My thinking is, if you cast Chico Marx as Christopher Columbus, you might as well go more than 4 minutes or so with it. I mean, I'd sit and watch that for...well, maybe not for 95 minutes, but it was a hell of a lot more interesting than listening to Price and Coleman debate the worthiness of mankind. If you're a Marx Brothers fanatic, this is a must-see...but only for the 3 brief segments with Chico, Groucho as Peter Minuit, and Harpo as Isaac Newton (And the brothers don't appear together, either). Keep that remote handy.
Room for One More: This 1952 film co-starring Cary Grant and one of his real-life wives, Betsy Drake, premiered on TCM a few months back. Yeah, you read that right, and it begs the question: Why the hell did it take so long for a Warner Brothers Cary Grant movie to debut on the channel?
Unfortunately, pondering that question provided more stimulation than did the movie itself. It's a pleasant effort, with Grant and Drake a couple that frequently takes in foster children, but it gets pretty sappy and Cary Grant is not, you know, Cary Grant in it. So I didn't love it, but the wife and I didn't regret having spent the time on it. I still wonder what took so long to air it, not that I dare question The Greatest Cable Channel Known to mankind.
Cover-Up: Hey, a TCM movie I really DID like recently! Dennis O'Keefe is an insurance company rep investigating a strange death, and encountering a lot of resistance, in a small town in this 1949 mystery. I would have liked more noirish elements, or at least plain, old dark ones, but this is an entertaining little flick. O'Keefe apparently wrote this, too, and while I give him credit for wearing two hats, William Bendix walks away with the whole thing. His wise-ass sheriff, who is blatantly unwilling to assist O'Keefe's inquiries, gives "Cover-Up" most of its edge and its wit. Really, just those two guys bickering and bantering would have been enough for a pretty decent crime/noir film.
As "Cover-Up" progresses, it gets a little too smooth for its own good, and those darker aspects I alluded to fade pretty quickly. This isn't unusual for movies of the era, but it's a little disappointing nonetheless. But I still recommend it for the fine work of the cast (Barbara Britton also stands out as an attractive young woman O'Keefe befriends in the town), some fun dialogue, and enough mood and atmosphere to trick you every now and then into thinking it actually is noir.
The Story of Mankind: How can a movie with the three main Marx Brothers (Sorry, Gummo) be so dull? I can understand bad--things happen--but dull? I had long wanted to see this Irwin Allen-directed tale of an argument over the future of the species between "the human spirit" (Ronald Coleman) and the devil (Vincent Price). Come to think, how can a movie with Vincent Price as the devil be so dull? I found myself fast-forwarding through some of the historical vignettes to get to the Marx segments, which were all too brief.
My thinking is, if you cast Chico Marx as Christopher Columbus, you might as well go more than 4 minutes or so with it. I mean, I'd sit and watch that for...well, maybe not for 95 minutes, but it was a hell of a lot more interesting than listening to Price and Coleman debate the worthiness of mankind. If you're a Marx Brothers fanatic, this is a must-see...but only for the 3 brief segments with Chico, Groucho as Peter Minuit, and Harpo as Isaac Newton (And the brothers don't appear together, either). Keep that remote handy.
Room for One More: This 1952 film co-starring Cary Grant and one of his real-life wives, Betsy Drake, premiered on TCM a few months back. Yeah, you read that right, and it begs the question: Why the hell did it take so long for a Warner Brothers Cary Grant movie to debut on the channel?
Unfortunately, pondering that question provided more stimulation than did the movie itself. It's a pleasant effort, with Grant and Drake a couple that frequently takes in foster children, but it gets pretty sappy and Cary Grant is not, you know, Cary Grant in it. So I didn't love it, but the wife and I didn't regret having spent the time on it. I still wonder what took so long to air it, not that I dare question The Greatest Cable Channel Known to mankind.
Cover-Up: Hey, a TCM movie I really DID like recently! Dennis O'Keefe is an insurance company rep investigating a strange death, and encountering a lot of resistance, in a small town in this 1949 mystery. I would have liked more noirish elements, or at least plain, old dark ones, but this is an entertaining little flick. O'Keefe apparently wrote this, too, and while I give him credit for wearing two hats, William Bendix walks away with the whole thing. His wise-ass sheriff, who is blatantly unwilling to assist O'Keefe's inquiries, gives "Cover-Up" most of its edge and its wit. Really, just those two guys bickering and bantering would have been enough for a pretty decent crime/noir film.
As "Cover-Up" progresses, it gets a little too smooth for its own good, and those darker aspects I alluded to fade pretty quickly. This isn't unusual for movies of the era, but it's a little disappointing nonetheless. But I still recommend it for the fine work of the cast (Barbara Britton also stands out as an attractive young woman O'Keefe befriends in the town), some fun dialogue, and enough mood and atmosphere to trick you every now and then into thinking it actually is noir.
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Thursday, February 3, 2011
The Wonderful World of TCM: Just a note
No in-depth or out-of-my-depth movie reviews in this post, but rather this is a note to remind everyone that Turner Classic Movies remains The Greatest Cable Channel Known to Mankind, even though many diehard fans get frustrated in February.
See, February is the channel's annual tribute to Oscar, and while the programmers seem to slip in at least a few surprises each time out, the schedule for the second month of each calendar year is rife with overplayed favorites and underplayed un-favorites that people really don't want to see on TCM.
The occasional "Pretty Woman" sighting, in my opinion, is a small price to pay for months like, well, January, which may have been one of the absolute best since I started getting the channel. There were some lesser-known noirs, the continuing saga of the Bowery Boys, and best of all a monthlong Hal Roach Studios festival. This tribute gave TCM an excuse to run short subjects featuring "The Boy Friends" and "The Taxi Boys," plus an outstanding run of 10 episodes of the ultra-rare 1950s television program "Screen Director's Playhouse," in which A-list directors teamed with movie stars to produce quality half-hour programs each week.
(How in the heck have we not heard more about this show before now, by the way, and where the heck are the rest of the episodes? They look to be in great shape and would make an awesome DVD collection...or would have made a great one 5 years ago when people still cared about that sort of thing.)
I loved January on TCM, and I still have enough of it on my DVR to get me through February. So I am not going to come down too hard on the folks there for slipping in something like "Pretty Woman"...though I do reserve the right to make a wise-ass comment about it every now and then.
See, February is the channel's annual tribute to Oscar, and while the programmers seem to slip in at least a few surprises each time out, the schedule for the second month of each calendar year is rife with overplayed favorites and underplayed un-favorites that people really don't want to see on TCM.
The occasional "Pretty Woman" sighting, in my opinion, is a small price to pay for months like, well, January, which may have been one of the absolute best since I started getting the channel. There were some lesser-known noirs, the continuing saga of the Bowery Boys, and best of all a monthlong Hal Roach Studios festival. This tribute gave TCM an excuse to run short subjects featuring "The Boy Friends" and "The Taxi Boys," plus an outstanding run of 10 episodes of the ultra-rare 1950s television program "Screen Director's Playhouse," in which A-list directors teamed with movie stars to produce quality half-hour programs each week.
(How in the heck have we not heard more about this show before now, by the way, and where the heck are the rest of the episodes? They look to be in great shape and would make an awesome DVD collection...or would have made a great one 5 years ago when people still cared about that sort of thing.)
I loved January on TCM, and I still have enough of it on my DVR to get me through February. So I am not going to come down too hard on the folks there for slipping in something like "Pretty Woman"...though I do reserve the right to make a wise-ass comment about it every now and then.
Monday, November 8, 2010
The Wonderful World of TCM: Home Run on the Keys (1937)
I had long wanted to see this Vitaphone short film starring baseball legend Babe Ruth, and when TCM aired it as part of a mini-baseball movie marathon a few weeks back, well, I finally got my chance.
After I saw it, I googled it and realized it's widely available on the Internet, and I felt like a complete moron. But, hey, just because I could have seen this one on the web doesn't make Turner Classic any less wonderful for showing it.
All I had ever seen was the thrilling climax of this short subject, and that's the Bambino dressed in formal wear in front of an orchestra, awkwardly reciting lines like "Strike one," and "Ball one," while waving his arms stiffly. The buildup to this scenario couldn't possibly be as amusing, and, no, it isn't. But the short is still essential viewing for the comedy value of the Babe's "performance" alone.
The film opens with the Sultan of Swat doing what he always does in the offseason: Spending time on a hunting trip in a small cabin with a group of dudes. Note some of the words missing from that sentence, words like "broads" and "booze." Yep, even before we get to Maestro Bambino in the studio, we have reason to question the verisimilitude of this film.
Speaking of truthiness, Babe tells his version (at least his 1937) version of his legendary "called shot" home run in the '32 World Series. You know how baseball historians have researched this story and found a lot of ambiguity? Well, there ain't none of that pesky ambiguity here. Babe called his home run off Charlie Root, and as longtime Yankee announcer Mel Allen might say, "There was no doubt about it!"
Anyway, one of the Babe's pals is working on a tune for an upcoming radio broadcast, and he's having a tough go of it until, what do you know, Ruth dazzles the group with his own songwriting prowess. After hearing the song on the piano (the guys may have forgot the women and the spirits, but, by gum, they made darn sure that cabin had a piano) he tells everyone to do a "Home run on the keys," which consists of plunking a few ivories while imitating a home plate umpire. Instead of telling him, "Hey, did we ever tell you how to hit a curve?" the gang rejoices, embracing Babe's contribution as if it were Bruce Dickinson calling for "more cowbell."
My first reaction is, uh, can we hear that story about the '32 Series again? But I'm glad the story continues, because we go into the radio studio for a live performance. After we hear a couple of kids do their song (sorry to give them short shrift, but it's like if Alvaro Espinoza batted ahead of Babe Ruth--we just want to get to the big guy). The emcee beckons him to the mic and tells him to let the audience know what he's gonna do, and then Ruth feigns total ignorance of the concept of radio. "Well, I can't tell a crowd that I can't see," he protests. He quickly gets the hang of it, though, doing a little patter before delivering that immortal performance of "Home Run on the Keys."
"Play ball! Strike one! Strike two! Foul ball..."
For me, the wait for this gem was well worth it, though it still stings to know it was on YouTube a year ago! Some folks might think corny stuff like this takes away from the legend of Babe Ruth, but I think it only enhances it. Sure, the clip is a little goofy, but Ruth comes off as a swell guy, and there is a charm to it that MLB couldn't hope to capture today.
Were audiences in 1937 better off not hearing so much about the more tawdry aspects of the Babe Ruth story? Were they able to enjoy this on a purer, more sincere level? Perhaps. However, seeing it in 2010 is still a joyous experience, even while chuckling about some of the aspects of it--OK, all of the aspects of it.
The film opens with the Sultan of Swat doing what he always does in the offseason: Spending time on a hunting trip in a small cabin with a group of dudes. Note some of the words missing from that sentence, words like "broads" and "booze." Yep, even before we get to Maestro Bambino in the studio, we have reason to question the verisimilitude of this film.
Speaking of truthiness, Babe tells his version (at least his 1937) version of his legendary "called shot" home run in the '32 World Series. You know how baseball historians have researched this story and found a lot of ambiguity? Well, there ain't none of that pesky ambiguity here. Babe called his home run off Charlie Root, and as longtime Yankee announcer Mel Allen might say, "There was no doubt about it!"
Anyway, one of the Babe's pals is working on a tune for an upcoming radio broadcast, and he's having a tough go of it until, what do you know, Ruth dazzles the group with his own songwriting prowess. After hearing the song on the piano (the guys may have forgot the women and the spirits, but, by gum, they made darn sure that cabin had a piano) he tells everyone to do a "Home run on the keys," which consists of plunking a few ivories while imitating a home plate umpire. Instead of telling him, "Hey, did we ever tell you how to hit a curve?" the gang rejoices, embracing Babe's contribution as if it were Bruce Dickinson calling for "more cowbell."
My first reaction is, uh, can we hear that story about the '32 Series again? But I'm glad the story continues, because we go into the radio studio for a live performance. After we hear a couple of kids do their song (sorry to give them short shrift, but it's like if Alvaro Espinoza batted ahead of Babe Ruth--we just want to get to the big guy). The emcee beckons him to the mic and tells him to let the audience know what he's gonna do, and then Ruth feigns total ignorance of the concept of radio. "Well, I can't tell a crowd that I can't see," he protests. He quickly gets the hang of it, though, doing a little patter before delivering that immortal performance of "Home Run on the Keys."
"Play ball! Strike one! Strike two! Foul ball..."
For me, the wait for this gem was well worth it, though it still stings to know it was on YouTube a year ago! Some folks might think corny stuff like this takes away from the legend of Babe Ruth, but I think it only enhances it. Sure, the clip is a little goofy, but Ruth comes off as a swell guy, and there is a charm to it that MLB couldn't hope to capture today.
Were audiences in 1937 better off not hearing so much about the more tawdry aspects of the Babe Ruth story? Were they able to enjoy this on a purer, more sincere level? Perhaps. However, seeing it in 2010 is still a joyous experience, even while chuckling about some of the aspects of it--OK, all of the aspects of it.
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Thursday, October 28, 2010
The Wonderful World of TCM: Hound of the Baskervilles (1939)
Maybe because of the approaching holiday, or maybe because I figured, "Hey, it's been almost a year since I taped it; maybe I ought to watch it already," I sat down the other day to watch "The Hound of the Baskervilles," which I'm pretty sure was the only Basil Rathbone/Nigel Bruce Sherlock Holmes flick I had never seen.
Some of the Holmes flicks are ubiquitous, but others, like this one, are rarely on the tube anymore, and since Netflix long ago exiled the DVD to its version of the Moors (also known as the dreaded "SAVE" status in my queue), I was thankful TCM aired it as part of its Sherlock festival last Christmastime. Uh...so thankful I waited till Halloween to watch it.
I like this series, but I must say the entries all blur together. For some reason, I forget most of the particulars within hours after watching one, so for me, these atmospheric movies make good late-night viewing. I sort of drift in and out mentally and just kind of take them in rather than fully engaging with them.
"Baskervilles" is considered one of the finest in the series, and I won't argue that, but as a first-time viewer, I must register a slight complaint: Holmes is hardly in the blamed thing! Nothing against our dear Watson, but a little more of the big guy would be nice. Apparently this was the first Rathbone picture, and nobody really knew quite what they had yet.
The other thing that jumped out at me was the final line of dialogue, Holmes telling Watson, "Oh, Watson, the needle!" Now, as I said, these films often put me in a dreamlike state, so I was skeptical I really heard that. But sure enough, that's the line, and no less an authority than Leonard Maltin even cites it in his movie guide and links it to Holmes' cocaine use (though the guide entry inserts the word "quick" for "Oh").
Is this the most notable movie of the classic Hollywood era to end with a blatant drug reference? I don't recall Bogart telling Claude Rains, "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Now let's go do a few lines." Nor do I remember Carl Denham asserting at the end of King Kong, "It wasn't the airplanes; it was that speedball concoction that killed the beast."
Some of the Holmes flicks are ubiquitous, but others, like this one, are rarely on the tube anymore, and since Netflix long ago exiled the DVD to its version of the Moors (also known as the dreaded "SAVE" status in my queue), I was thankful TCM aired it as part of its Sherlock festival last Christmastime. Uh...so thankful I waited till Halloween to watch it.
I like this series, but I must say the entries all blur together. For some reason, I forget most of the particulars within hours after watching one, so for me, these atmospheric movies make good late-night viewing. I sort of drift in and out mentally and just kind of take them in rather than fully engaging with them.
"Baskervilles" is considered one of the finest in the series, and I won't argue that, but as a first-time viewer, I must register a slight complaint: Holmes is hardly in the blamed thing! Nothing against our dear Watson, but a little more of the big guy would be nice. Apparently this was the first Rathbone picture, and nobody really knew quite what they had yet.
The other thing that jumped out at me was the final line of dialogue, Holmes telling Watson, "Oh, Watson, the needle!" Now, as I said, these films often put me in a dreamlike state, so I was skeptical I really heard that. But sure enough, that's the line, and no less an authority than Leonard Maltin even cites it in his movie guide and links it to Holmes' cocaine use (though the guide entry inserts the word "quick" for "Oh").
Is this the most notable movie of the classic Hollywood era to end with a blatant drug reference? I don't recall Bogart telling Claude Rains, "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Now let's go do a few lines." Nor do I remember Carl Denham asserting at the end of King Kong, "It wasn't the airplanes; it was that speedball concoction that killed the beast."
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Monday, August 23, 2010
The Wonderful World of TCM: The Survivors.
What better way to kick off Movie Week here at Cultureshark than to revisit the Wonderful World of TCM? Our good friends at Turner Classic Movies offered a relative rarity last month in the 1983 Michael Ritchie film "The Survivors," an offbeat comedy co-starring Walter Matthau and Robin Williams, who get a lot of help from Jerry Reed.
I don't have a lot of in-depth analysis on the movie here, but I agree wholeheartedly with Ivan at TODY, who opined...
Yes, I know this movie is uneven and has more holes than Albert Hall. I don’t care.
He calls it one of his own guilty pleasures. Go read Ivan's take on "The Survivors," and then I'll share my own interest here.
Here's where I confess to a little thrill at not just seeing a lesser known but entertaining picture on TCM in the wee hours, but at hearing the magical F-bomb--you know, variations of the word known here as "f***" because I consider this a family blog and in my family we don't know how to spell with asterisks--on Turner Classic.
That's right, call me immature, call me juvenile, Call Me Bwana (sorry, but it was Bob Hope night Sunday on TCM), but I do get a kick out of hearing salty language on The Filthiest Cable Channel Known to Mankind.
Well, it's far from the filthiest channel, of course, but isn't it fun hearing a naughty word or two in there sometimes? I mean, I 'd hate to hear hardcore profanity on the channel all the time, or even often, but as long as it's mostly confined to later hours and special occasions, I have zero problem.
Quite the contrary--I chuckle at the notion of the hip but still basically staid TCM entertaining this kind of language. For all I know, esteemed host Bobby Osbo sounds like mid-1980s Eddie Murphy off camera, but in my mind, he doesn't even think the f-word. Even if Tony Curtis lets it slip during some anecdote about "Some Like It Hot," I believe Bobby's internal filter processes it, automatically changes the letters to asterisks, and only then lets the word pass safely into his noggin.
On a more serious note, seeing and hearing this kind of thing on Turner Classic is a reminder of the network's commitment to screening uncut movies in their original form whenever possible. TCM even showed Jamie Lee Curtis' breasts via "Trading Places" last year. I believe Bobby Osbo's internal filter processes female breasts by...eh, let's not go there.
I don't have a lot of in-depth analysis on the movie here, but I agree wholeheartedly with Ivan at TODY, who opined...
Yes, I know this movie is uneven and has more holes than Albert Hall. I don’t care.
He calls it one of his own guilty pleasures. Go read Ivan's take on "The Survivors," and then I'll share my own interest here.
Here's where I confess to a little thrill at not just seeing a lesser known but entertaining picture on TCM in the wee hours, but at hearing the magical F-bomb--you know, variations of the word known here as "f***" because I consider this a family blog and in my family we don't know how to spell with asterisks--on Turner Classic.
That's right, call me immature, call me juvenile, Call Me Bwana (sorry, but it was Bob Hope night Sunday on TCM), but I do get a kick out of hearing salty language on The Filthiest Cable Channel Known to Mankind.
Well, it's far from the filthiest channel, of course, but isn't it fun hearing a naughty word or two in there sometimes? I mean, I 'd hate to hear hardcore profanity on the channel all the time, or even often, but as long as it's mostly confined to later hours and special occasions, I have zero problem.
Quite the contrary--I chuckle at the notion of the hip but still basically staid TCM entertaining this kind of language. For all I know, esteemed host Bobby Osbo sounds like mid-1980s Eddie Murphy off camera, but in my mind, he doesn't even think the f-word. Even if Tony Curtis lets it slip during some anecdote about "Some Like It Hot," I believe Bobby's internal filter processes it, automatically changes the letters to asterisks, and only then lets the word pass safely into his noggin.
On a more serious note, seeing and hearing this kind of thing on Turner Classic is a reminder of the network's commitment to screening uncut movies in their original form whenever possible. TCM even showed Jamie Lee Curtis' breasts via "Trading Places" last year. I believe Bobby Osbo's internal filter processes female breasts by...eh, let's not go there.
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Sunday, May 16, 2010
Words of Wisdom from the Bowery Boys
I'm watching "Smuggler's Cove" Saturday, the latest installment in TCM's ongoing "hopefully running all the way through to the end" Bowery Boys series, and this exchange cracks me up:
Sach sees a tigerskin rug on the floor and gasps a bit, exclaiming, "Ooh! A bagel tiger!"
To which Slip retorts, "It's not BAGEL tiger, it's BEAGLE tiger, you moron!"
And then, of course, he takes a swat at him.
I don't know how it plays in print--it makes me laugh because I already saw it--but it's hilarious on screen, just one of the many goofy moments that amuse me each week in this series. There's just something about the way Huntz Hall and Leo Gorcey interact that gets me.
The Greatest Channel Known to Mankind didn't earn its reputation by playing "Some Like It Hot" every two weeks, but rather by playing the gems (and not gems) that aren't as widely circulated in the culture today. I'm loving these Bowery Boys films, to the extent that I usually watch each Saturday's offering the same day. That may not be a big deal to normal folk, but I have unwatched movies from last summer on my DVR.
The Boys take a break for Memorial Day weekend, but let's hope Turner Classic Movies continues the series.
Sach sees a tigerskin rug on the floor and gasps a bit, exclaiming, "Ooh! A bagel tiger!"
To which Slip retorts, "It's not BAGEL tiger, it's BEAGLE tiger, you moron!"
And then, of course, he takes a swat at him.
I don't know how it plays in print--it makes me laugh because I already saw it--but it's hilarious on screen, just one of the many goofy moments that amuse me each week in this series. There's just something about the way Huntz Hall and Leo Gorcey interact that gets me.
The Greatest Channel Known to Mankind didn't earn its reputation by playing "Some Like It Hot" every two weeks, but rather by playing the gems (and not gems) that aren't as widely circulated in the culture today. I'm loving these Bowery Boys films, to the extent that I usually watch each Saturday's offering the same day. That may not be a big deal to normal folk, but I have unwatched movies from last summer on my DVR.
The Boys take a break for Memorial Day weekend, but let's hope Turner Classic Movies continues the series.
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Friday, April 9, 2010
The Wonderful World of TCM: Texas Carnival (1951)
I'm going to say this right at the top here, and it's important that you read this carefully because The Greatest Cable Channel Known to Mankind is running "Texas Carnival" again this Monday, and this information may be vital:
You have to love a movie that leads to a climactic chuck wagon derby.
That's right, you may come to "Texas Carnival" for the songs, the farce, or co-stars Red Skelton and Esther Williams, but you'll stay for the chuck wagon derby.
A chuck wagon derby is a contest in which teams drive a horse-driven wagon across miles of expansive desert, pause to prepare and serve a meal, and then get back in the vehicle to race to the finish.
Why is this not a regular program on CMT? Surely the network that kicked music aside for endless reruns of "Are You Smarter than a Fifth Grader?" and "Wife Swap" isn't too upscale for the American Chuck Wagon Derby League. You know what, though? Come to think of it, the Viacom network would probably preempt the ACWDL for "Trick My Truck." Let's put this exciting new sport on RFD-TV, which could be not just a network, but a home for all the exciting chuck wagoning.
Until that day, we must settle for the thrilling footage in "Texas Carnival." Now, you may think I'm being facetious, but let me tell you, those wagons are really chuckin'. Oh, there's more than a bit of comedy involved, as one would expect when a drunken Red Skelton is one of the participants, but, hey, considering the event is supposed to be a lark, there's some real action. Apparently the idle rich like to do things like this at fancy Western resorts. It's sort of like the poor man's America's Cup, only without the poor. It's not quite the chariot scene from "Ben Hur," but it is fun to watch. I only wish the cooking didn't get short shrift. I can only imagine the filmmakers presumed audiences would rather see wagons tipping over than hardtack sizzling on a griddle.
What comes before this classic film sequence? There is plenty of entertainment outside the derby. Skelton and Williams are carny workers who, after an encounter with eccentric drunken tycoon Keenan Wynn (there's a lot of drunkenness in this picture), end up staying in his suite at a fancy resort. Much old-fashioned mistaken-identity humor ensues as Skelton is mistaken for Wynn and then decides to go with it. After all, he and Esther are hungry, and...why not?
Now, most people might be interested in the two stars, but I recorded this movie to see my boy Howard Keel, a cowboy who falls for Williams, and Ann Miller, who--spoiler alert--shows off her gams in a nifty dance or two. Keel and Miller may not be top billed, but they are the main attractions for me--well, at least till that derby.
I have to say, though, that while I underestimated the appeal of Esther Williams in the past, the more I actually see her, the more I get it. She's delightful in and out of the water (yep, she gets wet in this one, too) and has a lot more charisma than I expected. Look, there are a lot of silly situations in this movie, but it's all good, clean fun, and Williams and Keel pull off their romantic/comic tension credibly enough. But if they don't do it for you, enjoy the physical comedy of Red Skelton, the musical numbers, and a fun outright comic role for Wynn. There are even appearances by great character actors Hans Conreid and Donald MacBride.
"Texas Carnival" will never be included on a list of the great MGM musicals, but it sure is a lot of fun, pardner. And did I mention the chuck wagon derby? When you see the Albilene Cowpokes against the Round Rock Rustlers on RFD-TV, remember you read about it here first.
You have to love a movie that leads to a climactic chuck wagon derby.
That's right, you may come to "Texas Carnival" for the songs, the farce, or co-stars Red Skelton and Esther Williams, but you'll stay for the chuck wagon derby.
A chuck wagon derby is a contest in which teams drive a horse-driven wagon across miles of expansive desert, pause to prepare and serve a meal, and then get back in the vehicle to race to the finish.
Why is this not a regular program on CMT? Surely the network that kicked music aside for endless reruns of "Are You Smarter than a Fifth Grader?" and "Wife Swap" isn't too upscale for the American Chuck Wagon Derby League. You know what, though? Come to think of it, the Viacom network would probably preempt the ACWDL for "Trick My Truck." Let's put this exciting new sport on RFD-TV, which could be not just a network, but a home for all the exciting chuck wagoning.
Until that day, we must settle for the thrilling footage in "Texas Carnival." Now, you may think I'm being facetious, but let me tell you, those wagons are really chuckin'. Oh, there's more than a bit of comedy involved, as one would expect when a drunken Red Skelton is one of the participants, but, hey, considering the event is supposed to be a lark, there's some real action. Apparently the idle rich like to do things like this at fancy Western resorts. It's sort of like the poor man's America's Cup, only without the poor. It's not quite the chariot scene from "Ben Hur," but it is fun to watch. I only wish the cooking didn't get short shrift. I can only imagine the filmmakers presumed audiences would rather see wagons tipping over than hardtack sizzling on a griddle.
What comes before this classic film sequence? There is plenty of entertainment outside the derby. Skelton and Williams are carny workers who, after an encounter with eccentric drunken tycoon Keenan Wynn (there's a lot of drunkenness in this picture), end up staying in his suite at a fancy resort. Much old-fashioned mistaken-identity humor ensues as Skelton is mistaken for Wynn and then decides to go with it. After all, he and Esther are hungry, and...why not?
Now, most people might be interested in the two stars, but I recorded this movie to see my boy Howard Keel, a cowboy who falls for Williams, and Ann Miller, who--spoiler alert--shows off her gams in a nifty dance or two. Keel and Miller may not be top billed, but they are the main attractions for me--well, at least till that derby.
I have to say, though, that while I underestimated the appeal of Esther Williams in the past, the more I actually see her, the more I get it. She's delightful in and out of the water (yep, she gets wet in this one, too) and has a lot more charisma than I expected. Look, there are a lot of silly situations in this movie, but it's all good, clean fun, and Williams and Keel pull off their romantic/comic tension credibly enough. But if they don't do it for you, enjoy the physical comedy of Red Skelton, the musical numbers, and a fun outright comic role for Wynn. There are even appearances by great character actors Hans Conreid and Donald MacBride.
"Texas Carnival" will never be included on a list of the great MGM musicals, but it sure is a lot of fun, pardner. And did I mention the chuck wagon derby? When you see the Albilene Cowpokes against the Round Rock Rustlers on RFD-TV, remember you read about it here first.
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Monday, March 15, 2010
Wonderful World of TCM: Women's pictures
Ann Carver's Profession (1933): Anytime I see a title like this and the movie is from anywhere near the Pre-Code era, I think, you guessed it, prostitution.
Well, sorry to disappoint (hey, I know I was kind of bummed), but Ann Carver's profession is one slightly more reputable: attorney. She's a darned good one, too--attorney--and rises quickly. There is some rather racy material here, too. In one memorable sequence, the shrewd Carver, played with gusto and credibility by Fay Wray, defends her client in a breach of promise suit by attempting to prove to the jury that there was no way the defendant could have known the plaintiff was black! It's a remarkable thing to watch. Oh, so wrong, yes, with all its racial implications, but amazing.
The heart of this tale, though is Carver's marriage to former football star turned second fiddle to his wife Bill Graham (played by Gene Raymond). As Ann becomes more and more successful, Bill becomes more and more pouty, and it's interesting to see the guy acting petulant not just because his wife is working--this happened all the time in movies of the era--but because he feels overshadowed, neglectful, and inadequate. Hmm, I guess this happened all the time back then, too.
The couple splits, but things take an interesting turn when Bill is accused of murder. Will Ann defend him, even if that makes little sense for a variety of reasons? You'll just have to watch, but fear not, the movie takes the entertaining path here. It's a fun movie highlighted by Wray's self-assured, confident, independent character--uh, just ignore her little "affirm prevailing values" speech at the end.
Four Daughters (1938): Claude Rains is a blustery but bighearted widower raising 6 daughters--no, I kid, it's 4 daughters. The ladies are charming, and the mix of melodrama and some light comedy goes down smoothly.
One thing becomes evident quickly: John Garfield was a movie star, and a helluva lot more charismatic than the likes of Jeffrey Lynn and Frank McHugh. Not to dis those guys, but the young Garfield must have really blown them off screen to audiences in 1938. Even though his character has kind of an Eeyore-like attitude about the world's treatment of himself, he is still the most interesting thing in the movie, especially since Rains' role is sparse and he shares screen time with the most luminous of the Daughters, Priscilla Lane.
Directed by Michael Curtiz, "Four Daughters" is professional entertainment delivered by Warner Brothers. I mainly saw this because some time ago I saw a good chunk of "Four Wives." I think TCM shows this one more often than the sequels, "Wives" and "Four Mothers," but I hadn't gotten around to seeing it yet. Now I have an enjoyed it enough, so bring on the others.
Well, sorry to disappoint (hey, I know I was kind of bummed), but Ann Carver's profession is one slightly more reputable: attorney. She's a darned good one, too--attorney--and rises quickly. There is some rather racy material here, too. In one memorable sequence, the shrewd Carver, played with gusto and credibility by Fay Wray, defends her client in a breach of promise suit by attempting to prove to the jury that there was no way the defendant could have known the plaintiff was black! It's a remarkable thing to watch. Oh, so wrong, yes, with all its racial implications, but amazing.
The heart of this tale, though is Carver's marriage to former football star turned second fiddle to his wife Bill Graham (played by Gene Raymond). As Ann becomes more and more successful, Bill becomes more and more pouty, and it's interesting to see the guy acting petulant not just because his wife is working--this happened all the time in movies of the era--but because he feels overshadowed, neglectful, and inadequate. Hmm, I guess this happened all the time back then, too.
The couple splits, but things take an interesting turn when Bill is accused of murder. Will Ann defend him, even if that makes little sense for a variety of reasons? You'll just have to watch, but fear not, the movie takes the entertaining path here. It's a fun movie highlighted by Wray's self-assured, confident, independent character--uh, just ignore her little "affirm prevailing values" speech at the end.
Four Daughters (1938): Claude Rains is a blustery but bighearted widower raising 6 daughters--no, I kid, it's 4 daughters. The ladies are charming, and the mix of melodrama and some light comedy goes down smoothly.
One thing becomes evident quickly: John Garfield was a movie star, and a helluva lot more charismatic than the likes of Jeffrey Lynn and Frank McHugh. Not to dis those guys, but the young Garfield must have really blown them off screen to audiences in 1938. Even though his character has kind of an Eeyore-like attitude about the world's treatment of himself, he is still the most interesting thing in the movie, especially since Rains' role is sparse and he shares screen time with the most luminous of the Daughters, Priscilla Lane.
Directed by Michael Curtiz, "Four Daughters" is professional entertainment delivered by Warner Brothers. I mainly saw this because some time ago I saw a good chunk of "Four Wives." I think TCM shows this one more often than the sequels, "Wives" and "Four Mothers," but I hadn't gotten around to seeing it yet. Now I have an enjoyed it enough, so bring on the others.
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Monday, March 1, 2010
Wonderful World of TCM: (White) Lightning Round
Yes, it's a "WHITE LIGHTNING" round this post, as I finally got around to seeing an old recording I made of the 1973 Burt Reynolds moonshinin' and drivin' flick. This movie should have been awesome, but though it had its moments, I just wasn't feeling it. It needed something else. It had the moonshinin' and the drivin' (and some cool chase scenes), but maybe a little more gum-chewin' and charmin' from His Burtness would have involved me more.
However, "White Lightning" is a passable way to spend an afternoon. Burt plays a character named "Gator," and in some ways, that's all you need, and I bet the fillmakers pretty much agreed. Gator helps the authorities bust a moonshining ring and take down a corrupt sheriff/crime boss who killed Lil' Gator, AKA Burt's younger bro (not actually called Lil' Gator, and it would have improved the movie if he had been).
There's enough stunting and driving and Burt-rebel-being (OK, that's a ridiculous word, but you get my drift) to make you think this is a Hal Needham joint, but not so fast, my friend! This being '73, Needham was still doing stuntwork, and in fact, almost killing himself on this very movie during some dangerous car work.
There's some fun, some old hands around to fill out the cast, and best of all, there's Ned Beatty as Sheriff Connors.
Heel Ned Beatty is awesome, especially Southern Boy Heel Ned Beatty. Lemme tell you, he's a real sumbitch in this one. Watching him in action makes me wonder, what if he got the plum Lex Luthor role in "Superman: The Motion Picture" instead of Gene Hackman?
Now, I grew up watching that movie on ABC every year--it's one of my favorites--and Hackman is one of my favorite screen actors, but it's not like his Lex Luthor is the quintessential interpretation. Maybe Beatty would have dropped a few pounds, gone "the full Telly" instead of wearing a piece most of the film, and turned in a bona fide mega heel performance instead of the classic stooge henchman job he delivered as Otis.
And then maybe instead of settling into a fine career as a beloved high-profile character actor, he would have gotten something like Gene Hackman's unconventional leading man kind of career (Speaking of which, where is Gene Hackman these days? Is he in ill health? I woke up the other day and got really worried about this). Maybe we would have seen Ned Beatty with his name above the title in an ensemble Bruckheimer blockbuster or a big summer action thriller.
Is this scenario likely? I'd bet any effort to have ol' Ned topline a big event movie would have been met with derisive "Deliverance" jokes. So I would say no. But is pondering it a lot more interesting than reading my efforts to describe a movie you really need to see to appreciate?
[turns and looks straight ahead, enjoying a thoughtful gum chew or 3 before turning back around to face the reader]
You betcha.
However, "White Lightning" is a passable way to spend an afternoon. Burt plays a character named "Gator," and in some ways, that's all you need, and I bet the fillmakers pretty much agreed. Gator helps the authorities bust a moonshining ring and take down a corrupt sheriff/crime boss who killed Lil' Gator, AKA Burt's younger bro (not actually called Lil' Gator, and it would have improved the movie if he had been).
There's enough stunting and driving and Burt-rebel-being (OK, that's a ridiculous word, but you get my drift) to make you think this is a Hal Needham joint, but not so fast, my friend! This being '73, Needham was still doing stuntwork, and in fact, almost killing himself on this very movie during some dangerous car work.
There's some fun, some old hands around to fill out the cast, and best of all, there's Ned Beatty as Sheriff Connors.
Heel Ned Beatty is awesome, especially Southern Boy Heel Ned Beatty. Lemme tell you, he's a real sumbitch in this one. Watching him in action makes me wonder, what if he got the plum Lex Luthor role in "Superman: The Motion Picture" instead of Gene Hackman?
Now, I grew up watching that movie on ABC every year--it's one of my favorites--and Hackman is one of my favorite screen actors, but it's not like his Lex Luthor is the quintessential interpretation. Maybe Beatty would have dropped a few pounds, gone "the full Telly" instead of wearing a piece most of the film, and turned in a bona fide mega heel performance instead of the classic stooge henchman job he delivered as Otis.
And then maybe instead of settling into a fine career as a beloved high-profile character actor, he would have gotten something like Gene Hackman's unconventional leading man kind of career (Speaking of which, where is Gene Hackman these days? Is he in ill health? I woke up the other day and got really worried about this). Maybe we would have seen Ned Beatty with his name above the title in an ensemble Bruckheimer blockbuster or a big summer action thriller.
Is this scenario likely? I'd bet any effort to have ol' Ned topline a big event movie would have been met with derisive "Deliverance" jokes. So I would say no. But is pondering it a lot more interesting than reading my efforts to describe a movie you really need to see to appreciate?
[turns and looks straight ahead, enjoying a thoughtful gum chew or 3 before turning back around to face the reader]
You betcha.
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Wednesday, February 17, 2010
The Wonderful World of TCM: Men Are Such Fools
Men ARE fools, you know--and scoundrels and knaves and suckers and all that, as well. But wimmen are fools, too, and Priscilla Lane's character provides ironclad evidence in this 1938 Warner Brothers picture directed by Busby Berkeley and featuring Humphrey Bogart in a supporting role. The Greatest Cable Channel Known to Mankind aired this rarity as part of its Bogey festival in December, and while there isn't a whole lot of prime Bogart, there is a lot of entertainment value, what with all the boys and girls running around being foolish.
The highlight for me in "Fools," however, is one of the most romantic scenes in cinematic history, a scene which I regret seeing some years after I met, courted, and married the lovely Mrs. Shark. Wayne Morris, of all people--that's right, Wayne "Lunkhead" Morris--offers up the most enchanting proposal of matrimony in the annals of LIFE, not just the moving pictures.
But I'll get to that in a minute. First, let me talk about all the foolish behavior. Morris' character Jimmy Hall is a promising young (as young as Wayne Morris can ever be--to me the guy always looked like he was 35 or so when he was born and didn't bother changing) ad man when he meets Lane's Linda, a talented young copywriter. They get married partly because they're too jealous not to, but trouble brews when Jimmy tires of Linda's long hours and wants her to quit and be a good little wifey.
We see this situation many times in old movies and TV shows, of course--"No woman of mine will ever have to work in this household," etc.--but this case amuses because from all we know, Linda is the one with the talent. We see her working and exercising ambition, whereas we just kind of hear that Jimmy's got ad skills. Makes you wonder what's really going on when he pulls his "Me Mad Man, you Desperate Housewife" routine.
Well, Linda consents, but she gets ticked when Jimmy declines a plum job she helped set up for him. Now, here's where things get a little foolish on her part. She executes the ol' "Walk out on the hubby to get him to change his ways" routine, and that's silly enough, but she winds up taking her old job working for our man Bogart--the same guy who previously pulled the "Make a play for an attached woman" out of his playbook in an effort to snag Linda from Jimmy. Now, Priscilla Lane is luminous in this movie, but she loses me with this action. Bogart is not so much a fool in this story as a bona fide CAD, and he had gone so far as to deliberately keep Lane late at work one night so she would miss a date with Jimmy and his college chums (not to pick on Wayne Morris, but I have a hard time believing he went to Princeton, by the way) and undermine their marriage.
It's OK with Linda, though, who not only works with Bogey, but she romances him a little bit, too, or at least lets him romance her. This all ends in predictable fashion, with Jimmy stepping out a bit for a while with a suitor of his own before everyone comes to their senses. The only thing that surprises me is that Berkeley doesn't somehow manage to get an overhead shot of Bogart, Lane, Morris, and a chorus line dancing in a circle. But let me tell you, these people are such FOOLS.
You know what's not foolish, though? Making a romantic marriage proposal to a reluctant sweetie in such an extravagant manner that she can't possibly resist. Jimmy fakes us all out by feigning the old "Make love to her in the car" routine, then adds a glorious twist. He stops his automobile on a set of railroad tracks and announces he's not moving until she agrees to marry him.
Adding to the sentimental value of this priceless moment is the presence of an actual oncoming train. Oh, if I had only used this approach instead of the boring, old "Getting down on one knee" routine, the stories I'd have to tell my grandkids!
An exasperated Linda eventually relents just before the BrideKiller Express halts mere yards from the vehicle. She sort of gets mad when she realizes Jimmy knew all along the train was gonna stop there (see, this kind of proposal requires a lot more planning than just angling to get yourself on the stadium Jumbotron), and in response...he chuckles. Hey, she said she would marry him, and in the 1930s, that constitutes a binding verbal contract and cannot be broken. So what does he care if she sees his grand romantic gesture as foolish?
I realize Valentine's Day was a few days ago, but if any single readers are thinking of popping the question soon, here is your romantic masterstroke. All you need is a woman who isn't quick enough to get out of an open-top car, a reliable train with a consistent route, and of course the vehicle.
Oh, you'd better make it a reliable vehicle, too, because after Jimmy's stunt, another train zooms by and nearly dashes them both to bits before they can even do a cake tasting. That would be kind of a downer in the real world, I think, but since this is the movies, our Foolish but happy couple laughs it off and, for all we know, plans a cross-country rail trip for their honeymoon.
The highlight for me in "Fools," however, is one of the most romantic scenes in cinematic history, a scene which I regret seeing some years after I met, courted, and married the lovely Mrs. Shark. Wayne Morris, of all people--that's right, Wayne "Lunkhead" Morris--offers up the most enchanting proposal of matrimony in the annals of LIFE, not just the moving pictures.
But I'll get to that in a minute. First, let me talk about all the foolish behavior. Morris' character Jimmy Hall is a promising young (as young as Wayne Morris can ever be--to me the guy always looked like he was 35 or so when he was born and didn't bother changing) ad man when he meets Lane's Linda, a talented young copywriter. They get married partly because they're too jealous not to, but trouble brews when Jimmy tires of Linda's long hours and wants her to quit and be a good little wifey.
We see this situation many times in old movies and TV shows, of course--"No woman of mine will ever have to work in this household," etc.--but this case amuses because from all we know, Linda is the one with the talent. We see her working and exercising ambition, whereas we just kind of hear that Jimmy's got ad skills. Makes you wonder what's really going on when he pulls his "Me Mad Man, you Desperate Housewife" routine.
Well, Linda consents, but she gets ticked when Jimmy declines a plum job she helped set up for him. Now, here's where things get a little foolish on her part. She executes the ol' "Walk out on the hubby to get him to change his ways" routine, and that's silly enough, but she winds up taking her old job working for our man Bogart--the same guy who previously pulled the "Make a play for an attached woman" out of his playbook in an effort to snag Linda from Jimmy. Now, Priscilla Lane is luminous in this movie, but she loses me with this action. Bogart is not so much a fool in this story as a bona fide CAD, and he had gone so far as to deliberately keep Lane late at work one night so she would miss a date with Jimmy and his college chums (not to pick on Wayne Morris, but I have a hard time believing he went to Princeton, by the way) and undermine their marriage.
It's OK with Linda, though, who not only works with Bogey, but she romances him a little bit, too, or at least lets him romance her. This all ends in predictable fashion, with Jimmy stepping out a bit for a while with a suitor of his own before everyone comes to their senses. The only thing that surprises me is that Berkeley doesn't somehow manage to get an overhead shot of Bogart, Lane, Morris, and a chorus line dancing in a circle. But let me tell you, these people are such FOOLS.
You know what's not foolish, though? Making a romantic marriage proposal to a reluctant sweetie in such an extravagant manner that she can't possibly resist. Jimmy fakes us all out by feigning the old "Make love to her in the car" routine, then adds a glorious twist. He stops his automobile on a set of railroad tracks and announces he's not moving until she agrees to marry him.
Adding to the sentimental value of this priceless moment is the presence of an actual oncoming train. Oh, if I had only used this approach instead of the boring, old "Getting down on one knee" routine, the stories I'd have to tell my grandkids!
An exasperated Linda eventually relents just before the BrideKiller Express halts mere yards from the vehicle. She sort of gets mad when she realizes Jimmy knew all along the train was gonna stop there (see, this kind of proposal requires a lot more planning than just angling to get yourself on the stadium Jumbotron), and in response...he chuckles. Hey, she said she would marry him, and in the 1930s, that constitutes a binding verbal contract and cannot be broken. So what does he care if she sees his grand romantic gesture as foolish?
I realize Valentine's Day was a few days ago, but if any single readers are thinking of popping the question soon, here is your romantic masterstroke. All you need is a woman who isn't quick enough to get out of an open-top car, a reliable train with a consistent route, and of course the vehicle.
Oh, you'd better make it a reliable vehicle, too, because after Jimmy's stunt, another train zooms by and nearly dashes them both to bits before they can even do a cake tasting. That would be kind of a downer in the real world, I think, but since this is the movies, our Foolish but happy couple laughs it off and, for all we know, plans a cross-country rail trip for their honeymoon.
Friday, January 22, 2010
The Wonderful World of TCM: LIghtning Round
The Return of Doctor X: I watched this one again as part of TCM's December Humphrey Bogart festival, and while it didn't magically become a good movie, it remained entertaining. I mean, this is a real Warner Brothers movie directed by a real director (Vincent Sherman), and you just have to wonder what went wrong here. I always find it compelling, though--from Bogart's oddball performance to the awkward comic relief (in what is at least 51% tongue in cheek to begin with), it's something every Bogart fan should see, if not admire.
Have a Heart: An earnest old-timey (1934) romantic picture with James Dunn and Jean Parker. It's a familiar story: Parker needs an operation to fix her leg, and Dunn must enter the seedy yet alluring world of the underground Tiddlywinks circuit to pay for it.
Well, no, that's not what happens at all, but she does need the operation, and she raises the dough, but when Dunn is falsely accused of stealing from his employer, she "pays it back" so the cops will release him. Dunn gets all huffy when he learns this and shuns his loyal girlfriend because he thinks she doesn't believe in him or some bunk like that. You know, I enjoyed this movie at the time for what it was--average pleasant romantic melodrama--but the more I think of it, the more annoyed I am at Dunn's self-righteous character. He would be a lot more interesting if he entered the underground Tiddlywinks circuit.
You're in the Army Now: I really enjoyed this Phil Silvers-Jimmy Durante teaming, and I think it gets a bum rap in my copy of Leonard Maltin's book. The guide gives a lowly two stars and says the stars work hard to overcome the material. I think this is a solid piece of entertainment, and I can assure you it wasn't much work to enjoy the material.
It's no classic, and the lengthy tank chase scenes take up some time that might otherwise be used on "Gladdaseeyas" or other bits of verbal business, but if you're a fan of wartime service comedies or the two leads, then you must see this next time it's on. It's more Durante than Silvers, but you get plenty of antics as they go from vacuum salesmen to troublemaking enlisted men, all the while driving Donald MacBride's imperious colonel up a wall.
Plus you get the longest kiss in screen history, a smooch between Jane Wyman and that legendary lover Regis Toomey. I read that trivia bit in the Maltin book, and I credit it here to show there are no hard feelings even though it underrates the movie.
Have a Heart: An earnest old-timey (1934) romantic picture with James Dunn and Jean Parker. It's a familiar story: Parker needs an operation to fix her leg, and Dunn must enter the seedy yet alluring world of the underground Tiddlywinks circuit to pay for it.
Well, no, that's not what happens at all, but she does need the operation, and she raises the dough, but when Dunn is falsely accused of stealing from his employer, she "pays it back" so the cops will release him. Dunn gets all huffy when he learns this and shuns his loyal girlfriend because he thinks she doesn't believe in him or some bunk like that. You know, I enjoyed this movie at the time for what it was--average pleasant romantic melodrama--but the more I think of it, the more annoyed I am at Dunn's self-righteous character. He would be a lot more interesting if he entered the underground Tiddlywinks circuit.
You're in the Army Now: I really enjoyed this Phil Silvers-Jimmy Durante teaming, and I think it gets a bum rap in my copy of Leonard Maltin's book. The guide gives a lowly two stars and says the stars work hard to overcome the material. I think this is a solid piece of entertainment, and I can assure you it wasn't much work to enjoy the material.
It's no classic, and the lengthy tank chase scenes take up some time that might otherwise be used on "Gladdaseeyas" or other bits of verbal business, but if you're a fan of wartime service comedies or the two leads, then you must see this next time it's on. It's more Durante than Silvers, but you get plenty of antics as they go from vacuum salesmen to troublemaking enlisted men, all the while driving Donald MacBride's imperious colonel up a wall.
Plus you get the longest kiss in screen history, a smooch between Jane Wyman and that legendary lover Regis Toomey. I read that trivia bit in the Maltin book, and I credit it here to show there are no hard feelings even though it underrates the movie.
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