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The Train (1964)
9/10
Masterful Action Drama from Frankenheimer
30 June 2007
For me, the concept of an 'action' film is the most curious, as many examples of the genre seem very static to me - even today where it seems that anything can be shown on screen. A fight, car crash, explosion, etc is rehearsed, staged, simultaneously photographed and edited in a certain way that brings out and sometimes enhances the action. But, as the event is meticulously planned, rigorously controlled and sometimes, or always re-shot, spontaneity cannot be part of the action, or plays a small part. The action may be impressive, but it still seems unreal, too chaotic, or even more importantly, the sense that the action is not integrated into the story and maybe even more importantly, the attitude and motivation of the characters. Most action films are far from being this sophisticated.

Almost everything that Burt Lancaster does, or experiences in John Frankenheimer's, THE TRAIN seems real, necessary and interesting. He did all his own stunts in the film, learned to cast driving axle-bearings, which we see in the film in a continuous take. Frankenheimer was one of the true masters of the audacious, complicated, continuous scene and this film has many astounding set-pieces. The film is also one of the last great films shot in deep focus black and white (mostly with a 25mm lens) and it is the bold, striking compositions of the intense and vigorous action that elevates the film to an even higher level. Frankenheimer never took the bland, straightforward choices of blocking and positioning the camera in his films - certainly not in the first half of his career and THE TRAIN is a veritable textbook in imaginative visual directing.

There is great sense of danger in the film, much like the feeling that THE WAGES OF FEAR produces - and indeed in one scene, we see an actual train-crash that smashed nine cameras, and was only captured by one camera which yielded one of the most startling shots in all of Cinema! The whole film has sense of almost reckless daring, but was carefully controlled throughout. The scene where Albert Rémy uncouples the engine from the cars is insane! I can't think of another film where a key actor does something so dangerous on their own, with a stunt double.

But all of these scenes and shots serve the story, which is in itself fascinating. It asks the question: What is more important - irreplaceable works of art or the lives of common human beings? Col. von Waldheim is an unorthodox Nazi, who has a deep admiration for 'decadent' paintings and is willing to save them possess or save them at any cost , regardless of his orders. Paul Labiche knows trains inside out, but a painting means as much to him as "a string of pearls to an ape," but his morals are infinitely more compassionate than von Waldheim, which he makes clear without speech at the end - where, in fact, twenty minutes go by without Lancaster uttering a single word, which was unheard of them of a superstar male actor, but it totally appropriate. It is one of the great performances in all of war/action Cinema, I feel. And his antagonist is the legendary Paul Scofield in his first screen appearance in six years, who is, as always, magnificent. Everyone did a first-rate job on this film, yet only the screenwriters were nominated for the 1966 Oscars (the film was not released until May 1965 in the USA) which is yet another example of Academy madness.

Everything about THE TRAIN is unconventional. It was made at a time when other studios and directors would have gone for colour and CinemaScope, Frankenheimer went for deep-focus, black and white 1.66:1, went for authenticity, verisimilitude - no back-projection or models. Arthur Penn actually began the film, but I have never been able to ascertain how much material he shot, or why he was fired, but it would have been a very different movie; Frankenheimer's vigorous, but elegant style is so perfectly right for this film.

One thing that makes some films extra special is those that have many scenes where a process is at work and is shown in detail, seem more powerful. One cannot shown process in any other medium of art. Heist scenes, as in THE ASPHALT JUNGLE, RIFIFI, LE CERCLE ROUGE, etc are prime examples, the escape preparations in Robert Bresson's, A MAN ESCAPED and Jacques Becker's, LE TROU are also enthralling and 'make' each movie what it is. The working out of a life-or-death puzzle, as in BLOW-UP, THE CONVERSATION and De Palma's, BLOW OUT also illustrate the power of the medium. What makes these scenes - 'process of action' - interesting and occasionally powerful, is that they make us look at human interaction with matter is a different, even deeper way. Slow motion cinematography remains one of man's greatest inventions. Before it, we had no idea how fast moving objects worked or behaved. There was over 50 years of gunfire in Cinema, until we saw what a bullet leaving the barrel of a gun looked like, in THE OMEN (1976). It spins, for one thing. That must have surprised many people.

On the whole and after seeing it for the first time in about six years, I firmly feel that THE TRAIN is one of the greatest action films ever made, not only for its audacious crashes, bold style and unobtrusive score by Maurice Jarre, but also for it simply being a fascinating and unusual story this is brilliantly acted.
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6/10
Ecce Homo!
19 November 2006
There is no denying it: Peter Medak's film of Peter Barnes', The Ruling Class was, and still is, as highly unique film in every regard and it never shirks its controversial pathway, all the way to its truly unexpected and mortifying conclusion.

The critic, Ian Christie's concise essay is right on the money about the context of the film: "... beneath the veneer of modernization , very little had changed in Britain." And this is something that I doubt many American critics or audiences of the time - or even now - understood, at least to any deep degree. The so-called, "Swinging Sixties", much like all 'revolutions' didn't alter the political paradigm or power structures in Britain - it was all illusion. Grinding poverty remained throughout the 60s, 70s, 80s, in which we saw recession, deunionization, significant unemployment, a meaningless war on an island near the Antarctic and all the while the idols remained strong, nary a crack appearing, whilst the masses diverted their attention to a flimsy pop culture, fashions and New Age gobblydegook and ultimately the atomization of Society, and it was even being articulated bluntly and shockingly by the PM, Margaret Thatcher: "There is no such thing as 'Society'." But all the while, the ruling class has remained, though they have had to camouflage themselves in various colours over the last 40 years - with one of the few unabashed public rituals remaining: the Fox Hunt, which continues to causes hysterical incredulity in an age of terrorism, health service meltdown and possible apartheid between secular anglo-saxons and Muslims. Earlier in the 70s, there was a film called, "The Rise and Rise of Michael Rimmer" by Peter Cook, John Cleese, Graham Chapman, Kevin Billington and the in that film, we have in Peter Cook's Michael Rimmer - Tony Blair, it's uncanny. Normally, socio-political films for before the 90s - British films - date very badly, but there have been a few that haven't and "The Ruling Class" is one of them, but it has such an oddball aesthetic and attitude that it never really remained in peoples' minds as such.

"The Ruling Class" has an energy and personality all of its own and it is a shame that it isn't appreciated as much as it deserves to be. Yes, it is probably too long, but it barrels along beautifully and the second viewing is incredibly satisfying. It was a film that for many, broke too many rules in its day and even now when comparing it to other films of that period, it stands out as a black sheep, though the following year, we saw Lindsay Anderson's, "O, Lucky Man!" and Ken Russell was just getting into his stride. O'Toole's performance is electrifying and truly unforgettable and to think that he wasn't paid a penny for the role. He truly deserved to win the Oscar, but "The Godfather" was a huge smash and Brando was on a comeback, while "The Ruling Class" was for all intents and purposes, an unknown movie to Americans in 1972-73. A shame.
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9/10
One of the Great Performances of British Cinema
19 November 2006
Warning: Spoilers
I had seen the film before on television, starting twenty minutes in, but experiencing this drama, from the beginning, allowing the full emotional build up to Crock's revelatory and moving moment - where his stoicism dissolves - to be fully delivered had a devastating effect on me.

When the Crock first speaks of the greatness of Agamemnon to Taplow, the transmission of the regret at not only not completing his verse translation, but that he has lost the manuscript ("and so many other things") is beautifully delivered by Redgrave. However, as with all men, there is opportunity for redemption. When Fate delivers the manuscript back to Crock, a strange power gripped me; it was the equivalent of Kane reclaiming Rosebud. But Crock has lost faith; he has been 'ground down' as us Brits say, through proxy by the school system and by his cruel, selfish and childless wife. Clearly a great scholar, Crocker-Harris was ultimately used as a cog, trapped in the lower-fifth, alluded to as being like Heinrich Himmler, locked in a loveless marriage, suffering heart problems and facing a financially insecure future.

The weight of Life is on Crock's shoulders, sapping his will. He could never suspect the sliver of light - of affection - that Taplow would bring when he presents him with an inscribed second-hand copy of Robert Browning's verse translation of Agamemnon. But it is smothered in shadows by his wife's cruel, spiteful and misguided 'hard truth'.

I read the ending thus: In his farewell speech, Crock fearlessly faces facts about his apparent failures; he also does so with great dignity and self-deprecation and seemingly wins belated respect from the students. Taplow's appraisal of his in-progress verse translation might just have ignited Crock's determination to exert his will to power on Life again, after years of partly self-imposed psychological slavery. Pure speculation of course, but that's how it plays to me.

Redgrave's subtle, poignant and exquisitely developed performance, which is not only his best, but one of Cinema's very best. The final image of the respectfully defiant Crock walking off, manuscript under arm, God looking on graciously is "most gratifying" to me. Good old Crock! Good old Crock!
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9/10
Allegory for Life itself?
31 May 2006
It's a wonderfully strange film. I keep getting the feeling that it is an allegory for life itself - life is the train that keeps pulling us along, apathetic if we fall off; Shack represents Death; A no. 1 represents true, earthy experience, cunning and will power; Cigaret represents the cocky ignorance and unpreparedness of most men to the "thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to" in life. The film reminds me, somewhat, of Henri-George Clouzot's masterful, "The Wages of Fear" (1953). Both films are parables of the fight against existential insignificance.

A no. 1 has a great dictate near the end of the bloody journey: "You ain't stoppin' at this hotel, kid. My hotel! The stars at night - I put 'em there. And I know the presidents - all of 'em. And I go where I damn well please. Even the chairman of the New York Central can't do it better. My road, kid, and I don't give lessons and I don't take partners. Your ass don't ride this train!" A no. 1 - or writer Christopher Knopf - is clearly trying to say something significant here: "The stars at night - I put 'em there" - that's a strange thing for a hobo to say. The characters are most definitely archetypes, so the story itself must surely be a parable. A no. 1 could possibly represent that intangible guiding hand that led man from the plains of Africa to the surface of the Moon - a hand that cannot be forced to reveal its secrets, like Cigaret tries to do through bluster, but it must be channelled carefully and without egotistical greed. "My road, kid, and I don't give lessons and I don't take partners" - in other words, you have to learn the skills of how to live through proxy, like the greasing of the tracks: A no. 1 teaches Cigaret - or tries to - without words how to control the speed of the train - life itself - and that is what we all strive for, but usually fail to attain in frustration.
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8/10
Climb Every Mountain
6 May 2006
"The Dark Glow of the Mountains" features the genuinely legendary free-style mountaineer, Reinhold Messner who, along with Hans Kammerlander scaled Gasherbrum I & II - two of the world's most difficult peaks back to back. Reinhold Messner is undoubtedly the greatest mountain climber of all time. He was the first person to climb all 14 of the 8000+ meter peaks (between 1970-1986).

Since the days of Tenzing Norgay and Edmund Hillary, oxygen tanks had been used in ascents of Everest. Messner was the first climber to break this tradition. In 1978, he and Peter Habeler made the first successful climb without oxygen. Critics claimed that Messner used mini-bottles of oxygen, Messner silenced them when he summited the mountain, without oxygen or support, on the more difficult Northwest route, in 1980 - and during monsoon season, to boot! A feat that will probably never be equalled. During 1989, he and Arved Fuchs were the first men to cross Antarctica without animal or motorised power - purely on skis alone.

He is also the world's greatest author on mountain climbing. His books - especially "The Naked Mountain", "The Big Walls: From the North Face of the Eiger to the South Face of Dhaulagirl" and "Free Spirit: A Climber's Life" are truly amazing, being at once informative, harrowing, deeply emotional and truly inspiring.

Messner was a member of the European Parliament for the Italian Green Party from 1999 to 2004. He is - in my mind, at least - one of the most formidable dudes of all time and I wish that he and his achievements were known by all. "The Dark Glow of the Mountains" is a beautiful jewel of a film that delivers so much more than one would expect and I feel it is one of Herzog's greatest works.

Available on DVD only as part of the Herzog documentary and short film boxed set, from his official website.
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7/10
Forgotten Gem from the Great Val Guest
8 May 2005
Still recovering from serious head injuries sustained in a car crash, motor racing driver Alan Colby and his wife Denise go on holiday to the South of France. There, Alan is suddenly and unexpectedly struck with a compulsion to strangle his wife. Hearing about this, Dr. David Prade, a local psychiatrist, offers to help, but his offer is rejected by Alan and he and Denise return to London. The psychiatrist follows them there, convinced that sooner or later his services will be needed and that he should be close at hand. At first, all seems well with Alan, but then one morning he wakes from a long sleep to find that Denise has disappeared. Worse, all the evidence points to his having murdered her.

Beautifully filmed in black-and-white MegaScope by the great Gil Taylor and masterfully directed by Guest, who was always at his best working on suspense films, "The Full Treatment" is a minor classic.
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One Night Stand: Bill Hicks (1991)
Season 3, Episode 12
10/10
Perhaps the greatest stand-up set ever performed.
22 January 2005
It's tight, hilarious and beautifully presented.

"I have never looked at an egg and thought it was a f*****g BRAIN." "If I was gonna legalize a drug, it wouldn't have been alcohol." Brilliant. He just splayed hypocrisy in two.

Without Hicks, the Nineties would have been a mistake. He was a dreamer. Not the only one, but there are so many conformists these days that I weep daily.

Some wait for the second coming of Jesus... I wait for Goatboys Comeback Special...

"One Night Stand" is available as part of the DVD, "Bill Hicks Live - Satirist, Social Critic, Stand-Up Comedian".
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6/10
Light and breezy caper from a master filmmaker.
8 January 2005
Michel Deville is perhaps the most underrated French filmmaker alive today. His films are marked by a deft, intelligent style; the editing and transition scenes in his films is often stunning: dialogue scenes are always zippy and fresh, especially in La Lectrice (1988) and the superb, Death in a French Garden (1986).

On a Vole La Joconde, as the film is known in France (The Mona Lisa Has Been Stolen in English-speaking nations) is a light a breezy caper film in the best tradition of the subgenre, which was very popular in the late 50s and early 60s, with hits like Big Deal on Madonna Street and It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World (1963) springing first to mind.

What makes the film so appealing is Chakiris' laconic, confident performance which sits well with the overall tone of the film; danger is never present, yet one is intrigued as to how and when the famous portrait will be stolen and who will finally get their hands on it. Slapstick abounds once things get going, but it never becomes overbearing.

Marina Vlady gives a coy but sexy performance and her rapport with Chakiris is delightful.

Even with fluff, Deville's style is invigorating and The Mona Lisa Has Been Stolen is a fun, sexy caper, beautifully shot in scope by Massimo Dallamano; this was his last film; he shot Leone's A Fistful of Dollars and For a Few Dollars More.

Available on DVD in the UK in anamorphic widescreen.
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