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Soul Erosion in a Counterfeit World

Soul Erosion in a Counterfeit World:

The definitive film of the 1980’s

William Friedkin’s career masterpiece

To Live and Die in L.A.

MGM/UA, 1985


 4 stars out of 4. Immortal classic film.

As a lifelong fan of The French Connection (likely still the best film ever made about the police) I use none of the words above lightly. Over the years I find myself returning to this film and its ideas, themes and context. It has never truly gone away and is arguably more relevant today than upon its original release. TLADILA is a bold, brash and unrelenting explosion of energy, drive and complete erosion of the soul. This soul erosion is a reflection of the shift in culture that occurred and defined the 80’s, and an extension of Reganomics itself. It goes without saying that the industry itself was turned inside out for the worse but combined with the rise of commercialism in every aspect of society, conglomerates amassing huge amounts of control over our daily lives amidst a general feeling that cash solves all problems. It is no wonder that the film itself deals with a counterfeiting plot.

The film deals with the US Secret Service and their everyday activities fighting against counterfeiting rackets as an extension of the US Treasury department. Agent Richard Chance (the astounding William Petersen) is a reckless and brash field agent who risks everything in the pursuit of his target. When his retiring partner is ambushed and killed by ultra-counterfeiter Rick Masters (the incomparable Willem Dafoe), Chance sets out to nail Masters by any means necessary, roping in a new partner the by-the-book John Vukovich (John Pankow). Chance’s enraged pursuit, backed by a scintillating ego will place absolutely everything in the crossfire.

Chance is perhaps the worst agent possible. He must live on the edge almost as if it is as essential as breathing and frequently risks everything in order to achieve his goals. With the murder of his older partner pushing him over the edge, now the law he has upheld his entire career is merely an obstacle that slows him down. His partner Vukovich is another obstacle, as a traditional agent who finds Chance’s actions more and more objectionable though he himself gets involved deeper and deeper running against his own moral code and perhaps beginning to enjoy the danger somewhat.

Rick Masters is also not a typical villain. He may be even more of an enigma than Chance. As an artist he is consistently searching for something to fill the empty void within himself, the same degree of counterfeiting displayed in his excellent false money. This is why he burns all of his work, as it reveals something he cannot or will not acknowledge about himself. The same reasoning applies to the consistent videotaping of his own sexual encounters with his girlfriend. It is an extension of how each character displays such a deep rooted sense of teetering on the edge of destruction due to the fact that only primordial reasons guide them forwards in a land of imposed annihilation.

All in the film are completely developed and morally questionable characters, amidst a world that burns away at them. Frequently it seems as if everyone in the film is treading water in a sea of acid all while trying to grasp at any shred of debris to stop their flesh burning away. The style and tone of the film completely predates the slightly later 80’s action film renaissance where character began to take a backseat to unrealistic glories which when closely examined feel quite hollow i.e. the Rambos, Miami Vice-styled crud and even predates many of the same themes that turned up in Lethal Weapon and Die Hard before those franchises became imitators of themselves.

Each and every one of these characters is morally questionable and absolutely duplicitous. It is up to the audience to determine when they are counterfeit or if they are completely gone. The character of Vukovich is perhaps the only one who is not too far gone but over the course of the film even his motives come called into question. Friedkin described the film as being set in a counterfeit world, where everyone and everything is as counterfeit as the money Rick Masters makes. But this can only take place once the soul has eroded away leaving a world of people who revert to primordial tendencies of greed and rage with a degree of conviction because they have nothing else left to them. It is this central emptiness to their lives that pushes Masters to continually burn all of his own artwork as he cannot face the fact that he is already a dead man, and the reason why Chance lives so close to the edge taking enormous risks without any hesitation.

Friedkin was and is what I describe as a kinetic filmmaker, or one who uses the medium to convey a sense of motion and immediacy through sensory linked visuals in addition to narrative. You see this in The Excorcist and The French Connection, but never as blatant and layered as TLADILA, where they begin in the opening titles. It may come across as heavy handed to some, but they serve to link the narrative to the individual character’s state of mind and also to disorient the viewer and forcing the brain to work harder to get the meaning thus involving the audience in the picture even more. That this is done in a refined way without any modern tendencies to induce false realism only adds to the picture’s power. This extends to the soundmix design which uses varying levels of volume and other trickery to create a sense of unease in the brain that puts the audience on edge. And to extract such a degree of control on a low budget film in the era of analog Dolby Stereo, which was extremely limited in terms of what you could and couldn’t do, is nothing short of amazing.

Seeing this film begs the question: “how in the world did they get away with all this?” The answer is simply that it was made as essentially an indie with a non-union crew, and where everyone took pay cuts to simply do the film. Budgeted at six million, TLADILA was never meant for star power, and thus actually cast for the respective parts using lesser known stage and screen actors. It is of course no surprise that many are familiar faces now since much time and care was placed in finding the right people to fill the roles. Particularly Petersen and Dafoe both of which are absolutely riveting, with Petersen presaging his phenomenal work a year later in Michael Mann’s stylistically similar/outright inspired by TLADILA,  Manhunter. (Mann later tried to sue Friedkin by claiming TLADILA stole from his developing Miami Vice series. Which it didn’t, as Vice was a poor man’s version of TLADILA, made for TV.)   Then you have Friedkin’s usage of all practical locations and no sets. This bridges the line between fiction and reality so that we’re already in the film’s world and it is our own. To add to this it was Friedkin’s desire and practice during shooting to secretly film rehearsals and not cut at scene’s end in order to try and catch those magical moments of realism that came from developing a real trust with all the actors. The film truly evolves into a nightmarish vision of what seems like just another chapter in the madness of humanity.

The film was shot fast and dirty, but still provides remarkable cinematography from Robby Muller with great usage of color and staggering tracking shots that directly recall TFC. The editing is seamless and editor Bud Smith actually co-produced the picture. (I met Mr. Smith once at a lecture; who aside from being very honest, informative and talented is a very nice man. All a rarity in the business.)

The other and perhaps best stroke of luck possible is that the film’s deal was moved to MGM/UA who at this time was still financially off kilter, and UA had been bought out after the Heaven’s Gate fiasco. This led to many things being virtually unquestioned until it was far too late to do anything and because the budget was so low less care was placed on messing with Friedkin’s decisions.  This was challenged in the ending, where the studio objected to the abrupt reversals and demanded a more conventional and absolutely implausible happy ending. That being said is a testament to all those involved that they could craft such a piece of garbage and tie it in beautifully to the film’s overlying tone.

Anyone who knows of the film today or remembers it is usually referring to the now renowned car chase that tears through backstreets, train yards and the LA aqueducts before finally heading down the freeway against oncoming traffic. It is as bold as the film itself and was inserted only as Friedkin put it: “if it could top the chase in The French Connection”. Due to the latter’s sheer iconic status it doesn’t exactly do that, but it is one of the rare chases that so perfectly matches the story and characters with reality. Every single aspect of this chase is down to earth and places the audiences right there in the moment with Chance and the panicked Vukovich in the back of a crap Chevy sedan at its breaking point. Friedkin went for broke here and rightfully so. Car chases have become a cliché and never serve anything other than being the umpteenth bad action scene in any standard filth. They used to mean something and the really good ones told you about character whilst performing vehicular feats you could only dream about doing. Thus this chase is up there with the greats from TFC, The Seven-Ups, Ronin and of course the big one: Bullitt.

Now we come to the score. Friedkin handpicked Wang Chung to score the entire film as he liked their sound on the Points of the Curve album and felt they would be perfect for the setting he was trying to achieve. While it seems to be off-putting to modern reviewers who lambast the sounds as being terribly dated, in fact Friedkin was right and not only is the score perfectly matched to the narrative, but it is the best work the band ever achieved-particularly before going down in history as the “everybody wang chung tonight” guys. It is a symphony of darkness in a sun-blazed world set against synthesizers. Even their earlier hit “Dance Hall Days” was incorporated into the film as what its eventual resting place likely was: background music for a seedy stripclub in the daytime hours.

Modern viewers complain about the film’s style and staging being severely dated, but this misses the point entirely. The goal was to fully utilize the new sheen of the 80’s to fully convey just how far gone society had become. It is all defined by the erosion of the soul I underlined. It beautifully hints at the film industry shifts occurring at the time, the dark underbelly of Reganomics and the growing desire at the time for more.

The gaze of Regan himself reaches into the film, as a framed portrait on the wall of the abandoned Secret service branch office, glimpsed as Chance and Vukovich return arms late at night. It is one of those real life touches that so eloquently underscores the film’s study of the difference between outer shells and true intent. Regan is of course also heard in the opening, where he is giving a speech and heard over the radio comms.

Friedkin is still working today, but never achieved the recognition or career of some of his contemporaries, likely due to his up and downs at the box office and his somewhat abrasive personality. But it cannot be stressed enough that he is a prime example of someone who truly cares about the medium and isn’t afraid to embrace cinema history or to break rules. Somebody PLEASE give the man a decent budget and free reign. TLADILA was his return to form, and essentially going back to his roots of independent documentary filmmaking. It remains a triumph of story, style, execution and complete mastery and control of narrative cinema—particularly after the absolute waste that was his film Cruising.

TLADILA is a film not easily forgotten, and if closely examined reveals a rich understanding of the human condition and how it our own impositions that tear away at the soul. It is practically The Third Man of the 1980’s.

A federal agent is dead…

A killer is loose…

And the City of Angels is about to explode…


Not much to report here. Image eventually released a decent LD with okay color, widescreen matting and the original Dolby Stereo mix in PCM. MGM finally released the DVD in 2003 with extras and commentary surprisingly. The sound was remixed in 5.1 but preserved the original intent and design thank goodness. Eventually a Blu-ray was released and thankfully it features no tweaking or revisionism. The color and contrast is remarkably improved providing for likely the best presentation since the film’s 35mm run in 1985. The 5,1 remix was upgraded to a lossless DTS-HDMA presentation and is lovely. I only wish they had also included the original 2.0 track in lossless. Stupidly this disc has no new features nor any of the previous SD features so one must keep the DVD for those and swap discs to enjoy them.

Also of note, the DVD and Blu-ray releases stupidly and pointlessly airbrush out Petersen’s silhouetted face from the stunning poster and substitute a generic one. What the heck MGM?!?!?


Wang Chung’s score was released on LP and CD, arranged into a vocal side and instrumental side. I haven’t heard the CD as the vinyl is phenomenal and can be had four typically under two dollars. It was mastered at Artisan studios in LA just as their other records for Geffen were, so you have really the pinnacle of great 80’s production, engineering and plating going on to produce great records. The mix is far better than the film version and the album is a great listen for any mood. Sadly it does not include “Dance Hall Days”, but this can be rectified with one of the many 7” or 12” single releases of the song, or an LP copy of Points on the Curve, the album that convinced Friedkin that they should score the film, and it also includes “Wait”.

I recently found a 2015 dated vinyl reissue from Geffen of the film’s score in stores, but have no idea as to its origins or cutting information. If the price falls enough I will try it out, but don’t expect anything to touch the original LP, nor it be something that would justify the nearly $30 price difference between the two.

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Ronin (1998)


4 stars out of 4. Immortal film. Final masterpiece from the legendary John Frankenheimer.

The best action-adventure film or spy thriller made in the past few decades.


Don’t you see? I never left.”


Three little words. So small, so minute and so seemingly insignificant that they could not possibly have any real impact on a story. Yet in Ronin they form the entire crux upon which the film and its deeply nuanced worldly characters are based. To have a film in this day and age so perfectly poised, so perfectly balanced on a razor’s edge and yet filled to the brim with great performances helmed by one of the great directors at the top of his game firing on all fronts is practically impossible to even fathom. That is has at least been remembered for one thing is some small consolation. Ronin is the only modern entry in the very small list of great car chases that include Bullitt, The French Connection, The Seven-Ups and To Live and Die In L.A..

Yet separating that one fact from the film as a whole does it a major disservice as it has long deserved a major revisiting as not only a modern classic but a great film. This is not because of its car chases, action sequences or the fact that it practically capped off the Eurothriller movement that was so prevalent in the 90’s. No, the reason is because it is a film that given a chance never leaves the mind fully.

“If there is any doubt then there is no doubt.”

How can this be, people will ask me. The film’s storyline is so threadbare and downplayed that it becomes a non-entity. The plot is essentially that various ex-government agents and foreign mercenaries are gathered together to steal a mysterious briefcase for an unknown party. Innumerable reversals, betrayals and plot twists ensue but the reason for the film’s staying power is its commitment to both reality and a heavy prevailing sense of world weariness. These characters are real people who are burdened with such a huge lifetime’s worth of pain, loss, bloodshed and that particular brand of absolute loneliness known only to spies and the devoted readers of espionage fiction.

Deep weight is conveyed in every single moment of character interplay, as the slightest glance or action can speak volumes. The dialogue is sparkling and note-perfect, stemming from a rewrite by an uncredited David Mamet. This gives the film’s world outlook such a beautiful layered sense of poetry that is most perfectly outlined in the defensive retorts of the ex-CIA man, known only as Sam, portrayed by Robert DeNiro in what is to date his last great screen role before he went into an endless string of forgettable pictures.

DeNiro’s Sam is a picture in himself. The audience can instantly tell that this man has been through it all and seen it all, much like an American version of LeCarre’s Alec Leamas. DeNiro brings a definite energy to his trademark low-key style that in a certain light reflects his fantastic turn in Midnight Run. The film’s opening has long been criticized for being overdrawn and slow but if examined closely perfectly sets up both the DeNiro character with practically no dialogue but also the dark and shadowy world of the film itself. All in a few minutes of silent exposition.

Sam is not only the lead character but in a way what the picture is really about. Never mind that the briefcase is the suggested goal-Sam’s pursuit of it invokes something other than money despite his continual claims to the contrary. We can get a sense of something else much larger behind his actions motivating them, perhaps something much greater than money. This reflects most in his relationship with the team’s equipment man, Vincent (Jean Reno, who has probably never been better-certainly not in any English language production) the Frenchman. That the others are practically only known by nationality adheres to their strict business-like code of work.

The film is a cryptic labyrinth of motivations and betrayals. These characters are forced to hedge all their bets not to mention their lives on the single turn of an event, with one insignificant miscalculation proving fatal. It is an absolute delight to see something in the espionage genre that actually has a working brain behind it. So long have we been bombarded with absolutely mindless and trivial spy thrillers that to come across one so perfectly formed and honest to the world it creates is beyond a breath of fresh air; it is mesmerizing. And behind such a grounded and multifaceted plot is a master perfectly working the controls. Ronin’s greatest strength is Frankenheimer’s seamless grasp of proper and classical filmmaking techniques. The picture is effortless and seamlessly constructed. It was the major return to form for Frankenheimer after several extremely strong television productions and sadly proved to be his own swan song in this regard. (The less said about the troubled Reindeer Games the better.)

The car chases deserve their legendary status. Nothing since has ever topped the sight of a BMW and Peugeot tearing through Paris reaching speeds of over one hundred miles per hour…in single takes….with the actors inside the cars…and everything being done one hundred percent practically! That Frankenheimer himself was a car nut is obvious. His trademark low to the ground car POV shots from Grand Prix (1967) return with an even greater degree of suspense which heightens every last nail biting moment of the film’s several chases. The realism is so incredible that only moments in Bullitt and Popeye Doyle’s furious pursuit of the EL train in The French Connection hold up as well.

Released with a number of CCE prints which heighten the silver content and minimize color, Ronin is a strikingly cold and dark picture to look at. The photography was conducted in Super35 which uses the spherical lens focus superiority to provide truly staggering trademark multicharacter focus shots the Frankenheimer so adored-and all without the obvious fakery of a split focus diopter. This also allowed for good usage of deep focus technique, which is truly a lost art. The sound mix, released originally only in DTS, is exceptional for the time and when properly represented still holds up very well today.

That Frankenheimer knew France and knew Paris like the back of his hand comes into play practically as soon as the film starts. Only someone who had both lived in and loved the country for years could make a picture that truly delves right into the back alleyways of many of the nation’s great cities. He was also thus able to get a number of permits for shooting that most would never be allowed to have in this day and age. This only aids the blending of reality with the so-called Eurothriller style, giving Ronin an edge over virtually every action thriller made since.

The alternate ending Frankenheimer wanted, is included on disc and would have given a poetic noir-ish ending had it been left in. However UA wasn’t so much of a fan and it works well without the extra scene, just perhaps not as completely as planned.

But again, it is the perfection of film technique which makes the film so incredibly strong. Frankenheimer trusts us to not have to be guided and respects the audience for actually having a brain thus not holding back from trusting us to follow the story. At no time are we ever spoken down to, nor is anything being spoon fed. This is why the film has become a cult favorite and appears on many late night cable channels, because its replayability is infinite.

The film opens with a small bit of text which explains the title. Ronin are masterless samurai, whose master has been killed thus throwing them back out into the world completely devoid of meaning or purpose. The mercenaries are thus modern day masterless samurai and must find their own purpose whatever worthless exercise it may be. The concept that these various operators are exactly like the Ronin of old Japan is an absolutely perfect metaphor for their continued existence: whatever may be left of it.

A true qualified masterpiece in every sense of the word. A forgotten and undervalued motion picture that has NEVER gotten the reception it so deserves; as the last great work of a master.


Released on Laserdisc and a DTS edition, DVD, CE 2 disc DVD and Blu-ray.

The DVDs are practically identical, stemming I presume from the LD master. The 2 disc version changes the color timing however a slight bit, has some infrequent combing artifacts, and is marginally sharper. The old disc includes a open matte copy that reveals more frame information from the Super35 production. The Blu-ray is a MPEG-2 transfer and is extremely outdated. It also reverts the color scheme to something more basic in the skintones losing the DVD’s slightly colder look which I attributed as being closer to the original CCE prints ordered by Frankenheimer. I think it is based on the CE master that had already been worked on in the 2000’s and appears very old.

Audio is best heard on the Blu-ray which at least gives us a lossless DTS-HDMA rendering. It comes across a slight bit canned and harsh in the upper ranges at times along with some dialog sounding a bit mono. I hope to soon check the LD audio of which the DTS track might outperform the lossless rendering due to the older format utilizing mainly untouched theatrical audio mixes.

All extras are on the 2 disc CE DVD and not on the Blu-ray as is typical of MGM held titles. Thus, you must obtain the DVD to watch them and for primarily fluff they are actually not bad at all. Best is Frankenheimer’s commentary which is a very detailed and frank discussion about the process and making of the film. Hearing it makes it even sadder that this proved to be his piece de resistance.

Verdict: BD and 2 disc CE DVD for extras.

EDIT 9/2017:

Arrow Video has released their own 4K sourced new Blu-ray special edition worldwide. The film negative was scanned at 4K and supervised by the cinematographer. The new master is breathtaking and far more detailed than the old outdated master. The particular color design is far more correct than the old MGM disc which had introduced pinkish skin tones. Arrow generated a new interview with the cinematographer which is a great watch and included all of the previously exclusive to DVD extras. The sound is presented in 5.1 dts-hdma and nearly identical to the MGM track which had a marginally higher bitrate. A 2.0 track is also included which is matrix encoded and thus replicates the original matrixed 35mm optical track and PCM of the Laserdisc. The original poster art is on a reversible sleeve with the newly commissioned cover. I have written to Arrow as to inquire if CCE prints were consulted.

A dream release that I thought would never happen. Grab it immediately.


You’re worried about saving your own skin?

–Yeah I am. It covers my body.

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The Fleischer Studios/Famous Studios Superman theatrical cartoons (1941-1943)


4 stars out of 4. Immortal film.

“Look up in the sky—it’s a bird—it’s a plane—it’s Superman!”

It is not often that a definitive adaptation of a character or work comes around. Almost always it is left up to each individual’s preference, but in the case of Superman there is a clear beacon that so hugely affected the character that he was never the same again.

The Fleischer theatrical serials were and are unlike anything to come out of Hollywood animation before or since. They are completely self-contained miniature movies that perfectly encapsulate the appeal of superheroes while absolutely enthralling the mind due to their sheer imagination, breathless excitement, stunning visuals and absolutely brilliant staging. Fast, bold, vibrant, unbound by story convention and so wonderfully executed and constructed that one quickly forgets they are mere 10 minute or less theatrical serial cartoons.

This was Superman before Kryptonite, before all the woes about the character’s inherent clichés and not fitting in a modern world, before he was invincible. And it is all filled with that wonderful 30’s-40’s rhythmic snap even down to the dialogue where Lois Lane more closely resembles Torchy Blane than a damsel in distress. This has all of the excitement and adventure that has been so lacking in many modern adaptations. These cartoon shorts truly bring the character to life and brought about many of the touchstones that we now take as common parts of the Superman character.

With the Flesicher shorts, we were given so many elements that weren’t present in the comics of the time that are now trademarks of Superman: the power of flight, x-ray vision and the famed opening that still sends shivers of excitement down my spine:

“Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound! The infant of Krypton is now the Man of Steel—Superman! To best be in a position to use his amazing powers in a never-ending battle for truth and justice, Superman has assumed the disguise of Clark Kent mild-mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper.”

The famed usage of the phone booth for quick changes and the usage of “This looks like a job for..Superman” (the line originating in Clark Kent’s voice and shifting to Superman’s more authoritative tone) make their appearances to create what is essentially is true classic version of the character onscreen that does not try to make amends for being a pulp adventure hero. Also beneficial is the production taking place in the early 1940’s so that the elements of the snappy 1930’s world in which Superman was created is maintained. The characters thus speak and act like real people, more as if they are in a Pre-Code film than a later Hollywood film, doubled by the fact that most cartons of the era still played to their audiences despite this new form of censorship.

The usage of rotoscoping further sets these cartoons apart in that not only do the stories resemble the comics and engage our fantasies, but that it also looks realistic to the point of actual believability. Combined with an intense usage of light and shadow, the world of Superman leaps off of the pages of Action Comics and onto the screen with all the direct power of a radio show.

For decades these shorts have proven immensely influential to other animators, filmmakers and storytellers. They were the primary inspiration for the legendary Batman: The Animated Series, not to mention the wonderful Superman: The Animated Series, and serve as the template for which every superhero story should be trying to achieve.

But halfway through the run of shorts, the Fleischer studio was taken over by Paramount and the series was carried over to Famous Studios. These cartoons are typically regarded as being inferior to the Fleischer studio episodes and are typically written off because of the inherent and obvious racist overtones that feature prominently in several episodes. This is an extreme disservice to cartons that are no more offensive than other propaganda at the time due to our entry into WWII and the bombing of Pearl Harbor. It is regrettable that so many things were produced with this inherent but it should not be used as an excuse to simply write off more of these wonderful cartoons.

Admittedly, the stories began a general shift from the science-fiction elements of the Fleischer produced shorts to a more wartime espionage and general fantasy theme, much as the comics themselves shifted to tones like these throughout the 1940’s. But hey, sometimes Superman just needs to fight off some reanimated giant mummies or a underground colony of mutant birdmen.

But what is most striking, most important and the chief reason to why the cartoons still work after all this time is that they absolutely nail the character and his mission. They are absolutely passionate and human whilst retaining that defining element that inspired superheroes in the first place, the desire for betterment and to escape the daily horrors of an unjust life where striving for good did not always mean good would be returned. Superman at his core symbolizes this ideal, just as he was written originally in Action Comics no. 1 in June 1938.

And by god, you really do believe a man can fly.

EDITIONS: Falling into the public domain decades ago, the Fleischer/Famous Superman has long been seen in terrible condition with most tape and disc copies being sourced from dupes of dupes of dupes of faded 16mm reduction prints. There are only two official releases worth owning, as other slap on new sound effects and lack any restoration whatsoever.  The first is the recent Warner Bros. Max Fleischer’s Superman which uses brand new restored versions from the 35mm elements in the WB vault. The image is stunning full of the robust color unseen since their 1940’s debut, but the set is plagued with audio errors that come from using the wrong score and cue elements. (All the errors on the Warner release are quite jarring. “Never ending battle for truth and justice” is now presented as “for truth-justice”.)

For the best presentation of the shorts, one must turn to the DVD from Bosko Video, The Complete Superman Collection Diamond Anniversary Edition. This uses the old Bosko-Image Laserdisc source, re-transferred for DVD and accurately carries over the look and feel of the 35mm prints. There are some inherent defects in the audio but these are minor. Sadly this does not have the color of the Warner transfer but was done long before digital tools were available. The only downside is that Terror on the Midway is heavily damaged and that at the beginning of each short, the initial release date is superimposed for a few frames.

Consider only these two releases. (Or the bosko/image Laser.) All others are to be avoided at all costs. The shorts are also available on YouTube and the Internet Archive in varying quality.

Best version on YouTube, from the Warner transfer of the first installment:


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The Maltese Falcon (1941)

The Maltese Falcon (1941)

Poster - Maltese Falcon, The (1941)_02

4 stars out of 4. Immortal film. One of the finest motion pictures ever made, with one of the best casts ever assembled. An unforgettable and groundbreaking masterpiece.

by S. Draper

     The Maltese Falcon is one of the most immortal films ever made for many reasons. It is the film that is most responsible for bringing Film noir to the masses. It is the cinematic foundation of the private eye, much as Hammett’s novel was for literature eleven years prior. It is the film that cemented Bogart as the immortal star. But key amongst these is the film’s adherence to the literary source material by a first-time director hell bent on making not only a successful career as a director but the best possible film version of one of the finest novels ever written.

In doing so John Huston helped to usher in film noir, a term so thrown around today that one forgets the true meaning of noir as a dreamier reality that accurately reflected the fears and desires of the immediate war and postwar America, bathing them in such shadowy darkness that it became a sort of comfort to audiences dealing with many of the same instances in their own lives. This is another point that the film shares with Dashiell Hammett’s novel, in that it was the first work to truly take a realistic outlook on murder by giving “it back to the people who commit murder for reasons”. (Chandler, “The Simple Art of Murder”)

Additionally, Falcon builds upon all of the wonderfully gritty qualities of classic era 1930’s Warner Bros. gangster pictures, maintaining the down and dirty atmosphere but with a more expressionistic feel and outlook that was later tied down to being derived from German Expressionism in everyone’s writing on noir. What is missed usually is the strength of Warners production. Warners had maintained themselves as a production unit throughout the Depression by making these down and dirty gritty pictures about real characters and situations. They may have not been the most prestige of the big studios, but they had won the hearts of the people many times over in addition to having one the most impressive rosters of talent both on and off the screen.

Of course the reason why most of us know the film so well is that it is the picture that finally brought Bogie to stardom, building upon all the years of frustration in small bit parts and roles as Gangster no. 2 deferring and always being killed off in the final reels by Cagney, Robinson and Raft. The role of Sam Spade takes the breakout performance Bogie gave as sympathetic aging ex-con Roy Earle in High Sierra (1941, written by Huston) and molds it it into the complete and superior version as Spade who straddles both sides of the law.

Spade is tough by any standard. In the book, he is as cold as they come, a seemingly nasty example of a man first described as resembling a “blond satan”.  The way Bogart plays him is suggestive of Hammett’s description and characterization, yet a man who is seemingly older and wiser than Hammett’s creation. This Spade has seen the underbelly of society and armed himself against it. His use of cynicism as both a defense mechanism and a way of cutting through the ice is tied to Bogie’s personality and his intrinsic rueful cynicism that has made him such a striking figure to so many endearing fans. Roy Earle finally showed through on Bogie’s promise as an actor and displayed that through all the hard boiled armor that he was a big softie underneath. With Falcon, the Bogart character is complete with fully functioning armor that not only provides for one of cinema’s toughest tough guys but also presents a kind of ideal man, incapable of straying from his code.

The rest of the cast is absolutely perfect, arguably the finest ever put together for a motion picture. Each so fulfills their respective role with perfect nuance and passion that it becomes impossible to not perceive the narrative as reality, even down to the smallest of bit parts. As the nefarious Kasper Gutman, the physically massive Sydney Greenstreet made his first entry into motion pictures after decades on the stage. The performance is so imposing, so charming, so dominating that it is impossible to believe this was his screen debut, and makes Gutman a far more involving character than the novel’s iteration in addition to providing for one of cinema’s greatest loveable villains.

Falcon was Peter Lorre’s favorite film and his favorite performance out of his entire career. As the eerie perfumed Joel Cairo, he succeeded in making a name for himself as the resident creepy foreigner. Lorre provides a greater deal of characterization than that of the novel, succeeding in turning a despicable nasty little man into an overly charming, scheming, prissy articulated man who would be pleased to carry on an extremely polite conversation while about to shoot you. The novel explains Cairo as a homosexual, something of course forbidden by the Production Code. Huston more than adequately gets this point across, merely by letting Lorre inflect the character with little mannerisms and the addition of perfumed accessories.

Mary Astor was a famed silent actress who had been rocked with various scandals involving her sexual life, and was in all honesty a perfect choice for the role of the duplicitous Brigid O’Shaughnessy. Her passion for the role of this devious woman, constantly performing at every turn to fully manipulate any man in her path, is fully evident in every scene. She shifts between strength and weakness, between will and submission so effortlessly that the performance is almost invisible-even to those who knows of her treachery. This is a beautiful woman, fully cultivated and with all the mannerisms of a true lady of culture, while truly a devastating lure for any man. Brigid is the model and foundation of the femme fatale.

Then there’s the gunsel, Wilmer Cook. Gutman needs an extension of himself, and Wilmer is merely the physical long arm of Gutman. He is cold, emotionless and empty as can be. Most of his thinking is done with the two .45’s bulging from his coat pockets. Of course, this role founded the career of Elisha Cook Jr. who played tough and weak variations of this character for the entire of his career. Wilmer is both an imposing yet weak figure because he is all action and no brains. He is as cheap a crook as they come, with the gaudiest of patters.

The police are reflected in the film as obstinate and abrasive towards Spade and the whole of private investigation, as it is in the real world. For once, the cops are portrayed in a more accurate light as grumpy bulldogs more than perfect one-dimensional upholders of the law. The first cop shown on-screen accosts our hero as if he were nothing. The two detectives, Tom Pollhaus (Ward Bond) and Lt. Dundy (Barton MacLaine) are both friendly and antagonistic towards Sam. They fulfill both sides of the coin when it comes to typical police response, cooperation and suspicion.

Then there is Spade himself, as which Bogart defines his entire career whilst portraying one of the screen’s first true antiheroes. Hammett’s Spade was a cold, empty man one who was defined by his actions and not his thoughts. Bogart’s Spade is a passionate man who has learned to survive by burying his passions underneath layers and layers of thick hard boiled shell. He is man of wisdom and restraint who has the rare ability to move through any given situation by manipulating others, using their preconceived notions of himself against them like Brigid. However, out of the entire cast of characters, Spade alone has the ability to step back from events and look at underlying motives. His mind is always a dozen steps ahead of the others, a necessary precaution in order to simply stay alive. Here, Bogart is not merely the antihero, or the unlikely protagonist to root for, as in High Sierra. This is a wonderfully dark character that just happens to be on the right side of the law. Spade is a cool customer, belying all kinds of buried humanity deep beneath the thick hard boiled shell. In essence, he is not merely just another tough guy, but truly an idealized version of what a tough guy can be. Spade is to be idolized and related to, a world-weary traveler of the most sordid aspects of humanity. A man who lives to a personal standard all of his own and no one else’s, a self-made man who refuses to dirty possibly the only thing any of us has left, integrity.

It must be mentioned that the cameo role of the untimely Captain Jacobi is portrayed by the legendary Walter Huston, who wonderfully played his single scene as a good luck charm for his son.

Comparing this to Hammett’s original 1930 novel is essential to understanding the importance and greatness of the film adaptation. The novel is extremely direct, as was Hammett’s style. The characters within however do not have the same panache, the same life force that are in the Huston version. In direct comparison, the novel feels a bit underdeveloped a bit too realistic and without the wonderful character development. We never associate as closely with any of the characters. The literary Spade is merely cold and distant rather than cold and cynical. The script axes a very few scenes form the novel for economical and censorship reasons, but this was also done in a way to tighten and strengthen the original narrative. The compression of events to fit into the time frame of a 1940’s movie is almost always harmful to any narrative but in maintaining virtually 99% of the story, Huston actually evolves Hammett’s prose into a higher realm. This combined with the  censorship concedes allow for development of character, visuals belaying meanings, and arguably the finest ever literary adaptation ever produced due to Huston’s insistence.

Additionally, the film version incorporates mythical aspects surrounding the black bird, by the blending in of history and adventure. The long lost treasure lore as evidenced by Gutman’s recounting of the Falcon’s history and the opening prologue add a sense of excitement and enchantment to surround the figure with an actual interest to the audience. Instead of merely being a MacGuffin to the characters it now becomes a fabled object to the audience who want to see it revealed just as badly as those willing to kill for it.

As mentioned previously, this is the third time that Warners adapted The Maltese Falcon into a film. The previous two inferior versions are absolute oddities that were once merely trivia answers. When seen today, the Pre-Code 1931 film version is a temporarily exciting mix of sex, Hammett and sex. But the film turns all too quickly from Hammett’s timeless story and becomes more of the seductress and a detective. It isn’t a bad film but is so inferior to the kind of storytelling in eith the novel or the Huston version. The second film, 1936’s Satan Met a Lady, strayed so far away from Hammett that it seems impossible to be credited as a Falcon adaptation. This is to be avoided, as they turned the entire story into a disgustingly silly comedy that has no wit, no use for being and no idea what the source material actually is. Both prior versions are painful to sit through for their respective reasons, but especially in light of one of the greatest films ever made.

The score by Adolph Deutsch is something so rarely mentioned, yet so extremely vital to the film’s success. The music is so sparse, yet so perfectly effective at conveying mystery, wonder, suspense, tension and excitement that is impossible to imagine the film without it. The film immediately begins with the unforgettable awe-inspiring Warner logo of the 40’s, but in a drastically lower tone which immediately cues the audience in that this is a different kind of movie. Then that crescendo fades into the opening titles, perfectly setting up the film’s signature main theme motif that accurately reflects the smoky, duplicitous world of greedy amoral men and women all scheming, double crossing, conniving and murdering to get their hands on the Maltese Falcon.

The cinematography by Arthur Edison shows a stunning innovative use of low and sometimes tilted angles, use of high contrast between light and dark, shadows and light and perhaps most impressive is the usage of depth in every single frame. This allows for a new visual style to emerge and make the film stand out from its brethren even more. Not only is this a film with shadowy morals, but so are the visuals. The usage of depth provides a visual context for each scene and respective character, for example Gutman is photographed with his massive bulk filling the screen thus showing his domination and imposing figure as oppressive over all. The sets are designed to perfectly work with this stylistic choice and allows for a heavy usage of foreground and background which is unthinkable for a film of the time. These decisions also provide for a greater sense of reality, a greater connection with the audience in order to make the story seem real in addition to sounding real.

The Maltese Falcon shares some of these visual traits with another film released in 1941. Perhaps most obvious is the fact that visible ceilings appear just as in Citizen Kane. The relationship of Kane and Falcon go beyond merely looking alike. They formed a new breed of motion picture, packed with new ideas, fresh enthusiasm for the medium and supreme technical craftsmanship. These two films were so ahead of their time and so daring that it makes 1941 a standout year in cinema, ousting the so-called golden year of 1939 in this opinion, as these two films are so fully formed and modern that they still seem fresh and relevant to this day.

The true secret to the film’s success is Huston being so prepared and so primed for his first direction job. His intense design of every scene; the working out of all camera movements, blocking, storyboards and working intensely with the actors makes the result more than a film but gives the feeling of a lived-in universe. His strict adherence to the source material (something he maintained throughout his career) keeps the author’s and story’s meaning intact, thus avoiding the typical monotonous Hollywood adaptation. Huston rehearsed his actors and additionally built relationships with them in order to maintain a friendly and understanding work environment so that everyone from the stars to the lowest assistant could and would do their utmost for the film. This led to Huston finding a lifelong friend and comrade in Bogie. The shooting of the picture was done entirely in sequence to better allow the performers to work in the story’s nuances.  All of these are examples of Huston’s tight and taut working of the story into the film which is still a breathless wonder.

The symbolism of the black bird is directly tied to its overall meaninglessness, the pursuit of desire and greed to obtain it, because the symbol that it represents is that of the grand lore of humanity.  This is the ultimate MacGuffin, because though meaningless, it represents both the meaning of life and the utter degradation of humanity personified in the small “black figure of a bird”.

The film’s final denouement balances completely on how the playing of the scene adds so much to the meaning; Bogie reveals all of Spade by implying and detailing Spade’s personal feelings deep beneath the surface. The all-important moral code is not what Spade lives by, it IS HIS IDENTITY. Without it he is nothing, he has so devoted his existence to this code as a means of living that it gives him both purpose and a meaning to living. This is what is so attractive to audiences, that the character is an antihero, a person who can work both ends of the law yet somehow remain pure and even have a heart underneath all the hardboiled shell. Spade is an idealized version of the detective, in contrast to the more defined and human Phillip Marlowe. (This even arises in Bogart’s differing portrayal of both characters) The central theme of Spade’s life is the phrase that is most repeated. “I won’t play the sap for you.” This one line means more to Spade than anything in the world. It is his code in one sentence, his personal mission to be true to his own soul or whatever is left of it.

The immortality of the film is unquestionable. Firstly, The Maltese Falcon’s importance as the first true film noir alone grants it a place in the annals of history. But it was in reducing Falcon to its barest elements and adhering strictly to the source material, John Huston effectively created the textbook for Film noir. Falcon creates everything central to noir, and still has an identity all of its own. This the largest of connections shared between novel and film. The novel was the first breakthrough work of hard boiled detective fiction and everything afterwards built upon it. The same goes for all of noir and this film version.

Bogie finally made the jump onto the A-list as Spade, and the film’s surprise hit success with the public truly cemented his stardom. Perhaps it was an unconscious reaction to the film, but audiences were finally being given something akin to reality-exactly as did Hammett’s novel had done originally. The Huston film is so richly textured and detailed that its superiority to one of the greatest novels ever written is remarkable for a picture that had neither large budget nor any real studio confidence. There is a magic rapture it forever holds audiences in, and that last line which elevates everything to a whole other level. Improvised by Bogie on-set, borrowing from Shakespeare’s The Tempest, when asked what the bird is he both describes the pursuit of all mankind and inadvertently the entire meaning of the movies themselves. Never has anything more true been said about the silver screen.

The uh, stuff that dreams are made of.”

And of course cop Tom Pollhaus gives the film’s last line in response.


That my friends, is the story of life.

EDITIONS: Released countless times on VHS and LD, the first DVD was stunning in its better handling of the B&W cinematography and use of contrast. The 2006 three disc edition improves on that transfer remarkably with a new HD master that allows the viewer to experience the film visually. The latest Blu-ray incarnation uses the same master but is better able to handle the black levels due to the increased size and bitrate and is thus fully accurate of what the film looks like theatrically. The mono soundtrack was in a surprisingly effective compressed Dolby Digital track on the DVDs, and this is bumped to a lossless 1.0 DTS-HD presentation that accurately retains dynamic range and even some intrinsic inherent noise that faintly occurs. All extras have been ported over, save for the drastically inferior 1931 and 1936 film versions which remain only on the 3 disc DVD special edition.  The TCM featurette on Bogart’s rise to stardom as catalogued through his film trailers is essential to understanding his career.

This film is as essential to any library as Kane.

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The Curse of Frankenstein (1957)

Striking artwork utilized for the DVD release.


The Curse of Frankenstein (1957)

4 stars out of 4. Immortal film, and truly an ingenious classic.

Without a doubt, this film is the sole reason for the horror film’s survival past the 1950’s. By this time, horror films had become nothing more than mere exploitation fodder for the lowest of double bills and had no critical or commercial interest whatsoever. Hence no major studio wanted to actively pursue anything in the genre.

And so after producing a string of moderately successful pictures, and the adaptations of the Quatermass serials, a small studio called Hammer decided to tackle Mary Shelley’s  classic novel of one man’s attempt to play at being God. The idea was sound, and it was certainly time for a fresh approach to the story, but there arose one small problem: they could use no element whatsoever from the Universal film cycle.

This along with an extremely limited production and budget provided the necessary spark for extreme creativity, which is something that abounds in this, a horror classic.

The Curse of Frankenstein, despite what the scathing reviews of the time would contest, is an intricate and eloquent horror film for the mind. It so richly detailed in characterization, direction, execution and screenplay that the experience is not one of supreme terror but moreover one of complete entertainment of both mind and spirit.

For 1957 audiences this combined with the Creature in lurid dripping color was almost too much too bear. The Eastman color usage by the early Hammer horrors is justly legendary, as it was the first time these horrors has ever appeared in color.  Terrence Fisher’s direction firmly established the Hammer mission, and with his expert hand the film’s execution is essentially effortless allowing the master shot to encase the ongoing drama and then moving in gradually to accentuate that particular dramatic moment to an almost fever pitch.

Jimmy Sangster’s screenplay is truly remarkable in both construction and execution. Taken on its own, the script is very literate despite deviating wildly from Shelley’s novel. But it is the reality inherent of Baron Frankenstein’s mad dream to create a man, that firmly wins the audience over and moves quickly past the realm of disbelief. You truly believe that the Baron must have a simple laboratory in his attic, that he is workmanlike in his approach to creating a man, right down to rolling up his own sleeves to get the job done no matter how dirty or bloody… The construction is absolutely ingenious, and once considered plays with the mind long after the film has ended. The opening shows the Baron (Peter Cushing) in prison under penalty of execution, where he begins to recount his tale to a priest in the hopes of convincing someone of his sanity despite sounding like a raving madman. This flashback forms the narrative, and begins with the young Victor just after his mother’s death.

Victor is now the Baron, and hires a new tutor to instruct him in advanced sciences. Paul Krempe (Robert Urquhart) performs this task admirably and they quickly become close friends and probe the unknown for years to come. As adults, their work quickly turns toward advanced medical sciences and eventually with the manipulation of conscious life. The first of these experiments shows a small scale version of the eventual apparatus and in a truly invigorating sequence, the experiment works and a small puppy is restored to life from the dead.

Paul wants to turn their knowledge into the medical convention as he feel it could be used in operating procedures as what we would eventually know as anesthesia. However, the Baron refuses to hear of it and proclaims that they have only opened the door of possibilities with this discovery. The manic gleam in Cushing’s eyes belays it all, now the Baron has seen his true goal of creating a being and nothing will stand in his way. And so it begins, with the abduction of a highwayman’s corpse, a new head, fresh eyes, the hands of a sculptor, the brain of a genius, and ends in unspeakable acts that provoke Paul to refuse further participation. However, Victor’s cousin and fiancée Elizabeth (Hazel Court) arrives to live in the estate which provokes Paul to remain for her protection.

Frankenstein is absolutely possessed by his mad dream to create life. This is no exaggeration as he ignores everything, even his own fiancée in pursuit of his self-destruction. Painstakingly everything is procured and finally it is time. The process works, and after an agonizingly built-up reveal, The Creature (Christopher Lee) breathes life for the first time. This Creature has nothing to do with Boris Karloff’s characterization, and is in fact extremely lifelike in both presentation and performance. This abomination is a mismatch of body parts and animalistic in that its actions are all confused primitive urges. It is truly a thing to be pitied instead of feared. The makeup is quite original and resembles more of deformity or accident than the classic Universal look.

The Creature slowly wreaks havoc on the Baron’s life unbeknownst to the glory-mad scientist. Paul’s repeated attempts to subdue this madness and destroy the Creature culminate in his shooting of the escaped creation and its burial. Now it is done and the film has nothing to go on with…but of course our Baron cannot give up so easily, and continues his work on his creation.

Cushing gives the performance of a lifetime and would go on to portray the increasingly mad Baron another five times. It is his intensity, his energy, his body language that make the Baron come to life before our eyes, and he absolutely makes the film what it is. He infuses the Baron with the necessary flaws of someone of power in that time period, right down to an elitist coldness to others not of his class as best seen in the deliciously evil treatment of his servant girl mistress.  It is this coldness that truly frightens when it surfaces and perfectly foreshadows the later atrocities he will perpetrate. And in the Hammer series, it is not the Monster that is to be feared, but the Baron himself. It is rightly so the scientist who is the monster and not the deformed creation, for despite the Baron’s cultured outer appearance he is actually a demonic monster far worse than anything even he could create.

The cinematography is exquisite in both detail and providing a glimpse into the more realistic version of Frankenstein and his experiments. The use of color is exploitative and subliminal, with vibrant red blood being very prominent yet always used in ways to complete the overall scene. The film is mostly comprised of deep browns, blacks, and ambers which perfectly compliment the story’s autumn setting. The skin tones are brilliantly rendered in that hauntingly plaid redness that goes with true Eastman color.

James Bernard’s score is strikingly effective, and helps to perfectly underline the conclusion of the film which returns to the Baron’s recount in prison. Because of the way the story is setup, this ending can be taken a number of ways. It may indeed be as the Baron recounts and that he did create a monster that ravaged, killed and caused incalculable harm. Or he may be truly insane and likely committed the murders himself. In either case Paul refuses to help and may have a set of motivations all his own. It is a strikingly multifaceted ending that can be taken however the audience wants to, and it fits with the studio’s later psychologically minded film thrillers, all spearheaded by Sangster.

The film was a runaway success, to the complete surprise of all involved. In the UK and distributed by Warner Brothers in the US, The Curse of Frankenstein singlehandedly revitalized the horror film and thrilled shocked audiences in countless packed theaters. Today it remains the clarion call that announced to the world that Hammer had arrived.


EDITIONS: primarily there are now two versions of note. The 2004 Warner DVD and the new Hammer Blu-ray. The DVD is grain reduced; edge enhanced a bit, lacks in color and is framed at 1.78:1 with no extras.  The new BD comes from a supposed “restoration” but was actually taken from a fresh 4K scan of the interpositive held by Warner. The results are mixed when they should have been exemplary. The image is richly colored, with most of the deep Eastman color look restored. The contrast has been unfortunately tweaked, which effects shadows and gives an overall impression of too many whites blown out. But the big problem is grain and detail. The transfer is horribly soft, and the grain reduction is so prevalent that is absolutely reprehensible. The included PAL DVD version actually has better contrast levels. And to compound these issues, the aspect ratio has become an issue. The film was obviously shot open matte with a widescreen image the intended result. There were still a large amount of theaters that were not widescreen equipped, and so the academy full frame could have been presented as such. Hammer has taken the position of the full frame being the intended ratio and the 1.66:1 matting as inferior. They have presented both as separate encodes (thus limiting the transfer’s space and space for further extras), but poorly framed the 1.66:1 version so there are numerous instances of heads being lopped off and important elements being cropped out of the frame by incompetent matting.

So one has a choice of a featureless DVD with tight cropping and over-sharpening, versus a BD which is riddled with noise reduction but has some better color, along with a lossless rendering of the original mono soundtrack, but with an incompetent rendering of the widescreen version. The BD is Region 2 locked, so one would need a Region free player to view it. Oh, and it does restore the censored eyeball shot, so that’s at least one point in its favor.

At some point I hope to review to letterbox laserdisc version.

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The Invisible Man (1933)

4 stars out of 4. Immortal film. A stunning early sound era masterpiece from the genius of James Whale.

“We’ll begin with a reign of terror, a few murders here and there, murders of great men, murders of little men, just to show we make no distinction.”

Let’s make no bones about it. This is a James Whale film through and through. Produced at a time when he had complete autonomy at Universal courtesy of production head Carl Laemmle Jr., Whale chose to reject the stupid proposed drafts and merely enhance H. G. Well’s classic novel with his own trademark brand of black humor and chills.

The Invisible Man is the stepping stone between Whale’s earlier Frankenstein (1931) and the supreme masterpiece that unquestionably one of the greatest films of all time: Bride of Frankenstein (1935). While extraordinarily developed from Dracula (1931) and for being such an early sound film, Frankenstein does have its problems and pitfalls like any other production. All of these are primarily from a lack of hale being involved fully in every capacity and are thus gone in The Invisible Man. Man is not only a classic, a stunning early sound film, but a surprisingly British film made here on American shores.

It is also an absolute gem and along with The Mummy (1932) the most underrated of all the Universal horrors. Whale fills the film with his favored use of offbeat secondary characters including the wonderfully shrieking Una O’Connor and even a bit for Dwight Frye. This helps immensely to fill out to scope of the story’s universe and fills in the gaps that the more limited production values of the time could not. Of course these are all supplanted by the first American screen role of one of cinema’s finest actors, a man so good at his craft that he typically slips into the background as invisible as his character here. The genius of Whale in casting Claude Rains is that he sought a voice and not a performer since who would be seeing the performer as an invisible man?? This allowed the casting of someone thought to be terrible all due to a poor screentest. But Whale heard that one of a kind voice that projects such extreme vulnerability and mortality along with a underlying conviction that could be construed into strength. And that was all it took.

Rains is a wonder as the Invisible Man, running the gamut from weak and terrified to kind and loving to paranoiac and power-mad to vengeful and murderous to finally poetic and elegiac. It is truly a stupendous performance, proving the adage once again of the strength that can come only from the best of radio and voice acting performances. The other roles are filled out accordingly with some of Whale’s favorite actors as mention above along with Gloria Stuart from The Old Dark House (1932) and even a part for our favorite guardian angel Henry Travers.

The special effects still hold up today and despite having a few things visible actually are more effective with the passage of time due to their antique quality, much like King Kong (1933). They seem so archaic from today’s technology we are oversaturated with that they seem downright off-putting and creepy in places. By using black velvet coverings and separately filmed backgrounds, John P. Fulton painstakingly produced scenes that still to this day drive home the idea of an invisible man.

Instead of Frankenstein‘s Gothic atmosphere, Whale opts for a different atmosphere this time and presents snowy villages of England which to be perfectly honest allows for a much more varied and rich atmosphere than the simple trappings of Germany did two years earlier. The setting is so well implemented that one can almost feel the cold charm of the snowy taverns and the cozy atmosphere of an empty rocking chair in front of the fire rocking almost as if its own accord. The black humor maintained throughout enhances this to such a degree that the film becomes for many, myself included, an old and very cherished friend to revisit at least once every October.

Of course remove Whale and the entire thing would fall apart, as the four later sequels proved. Of these only the first has any semblance of the original’s charm due to the plotting of Curt Siodmak (much like the Mummy sequels, only The Mummy’s Hand (1940) is of any merit) and casts another charming actor invisible, Vincent Price. Fulton remained for all of these and only bettered his already outstanding work despite the increasing pointlessness of the films.

Whale abounds in using black humor to round out the story, and thus makes The Invisible Man an absolute delight to return to frequently. By using offbeat characters and enhanced plotting from the novel that makes this the most deadly of the Universal monsters it is a film that is simultaneously thrilling, suspenseful, comic and endearing nearly 70 years on. It betters the novel and Whale’s own Frankenstein, and points he way towards the pinnacle of the entire cycle. A wonderful movie to behold.

Put a warm rug in the car. It’s cold outside when you have to go about naked.”

EDITIONS: The initial DVD and the Legacy Collection version are largely identical. These are missing a music cue found on the Laserdisc, which has been substituted for legal clearance reasons. The film is the most worn of the films, with wear, tears, scratches running throughout the opening reels, but these largely clear up for the most part during the remainder of the feature. The image is an overall nice looking 1.33 Academy ratio SD transfer with good contrast levels and balance. The audio is relatively clear with less hiss than the earlier films, but of course not as well recorded as the later films were. The film has undergone an intensive restoration courtesy of Technicolor and the discovery of an almost complete dupe held at the British Film Institute. This was painstakingly redone to create a new HD master for theatrical exhibition and for the new Blu-ray found in the Universal box set. The BD has some DNR and edge enhancement and this processing while completely unnecessary does not detract terribly from the film and I hope it gains a greater audience in it’s sparkling new HD incarnation.

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Get Carter (1971)

4 stars out of 4. Immortal film. Still relevant today and as fresh as ever. Welcome to Hell, conveniently located in Newcastle.

Make no mistake, Get Carter is a descent into the grimy underbelly of our so-called civilization. Of all the great gritty artistic breakthroughs that happened in British cinema during the early 1970’s (and several in 1971), Carter is still felt to this day. In fact, most crime and gangster films that have followed owe some sort of debt to Get Carter. Through simple location shooting and great light handed camera work, fist time feature director Mike Hodges plunges us into Jack’s Return Home.

This begins with the opening shot of Carter standing in front of a window in his London boss’s flat/private porno viewing room. “Must be a bloody contortionist.” We enter this dark and grimy world from the moment the film begins, and are instantly thrown off kilter as to just what is going on. The plot, on the whole, is extremely simple. Jack Carter is a top London enforcer for a crime boss, and his brother has recently been killed in Newcastle. Despite warnings to not poke his nose into it, Carter takes the train up to his former hometown to find out who did it.

The police seem satisfied.”

-“Since when was that good enough?”

The title sequence is both ridiculously simple and mundane, yet perfectly epitomizes the entire film in one short segment. Carter takes the train on the grating journey up to dreary Newcastle. This seems almost boring, but scored to Roy Budd’s unforgettable title theme, we are immediately hit by a wave of a burned out cold playfulness that defines the character of Carter. As the train whisks through a series of tunnels, we are sucked into the wake of Jack’s pursuit and never leave this until the end credits.

There is a reason why our “hero” is shown reading Raymond Chandler’s second novel, Farewell My Lovely. It is not only a winking nudge from Hodges, but for those who know hard boiled fiction instantly recognizable as perhaps Chandler’s most angry and bitter tale of another unyielding pursuit of truth. Carter arrives in town, and is immediately sized up by clientele in the local pub. “A pint of bitter [snaps fingers as barman walks away] in a thin glass.” This man is not to be trifled with.

Quickly and with assurance, Carter makes his way through the crime hierarchy of Newcastle. He makes acquaintances both new and old with dangerous men, and pisses all of them off equally. “You know, I’d almost forgotten what your eyes looked like. Still the same. Pissholes in the snow.” He is not truly a vengeful man, but we get the sense that his brother’s death has stirred something deep within him that has remained dormant under all the death for many years. This man is not to be trifled with.

The scope of his one-man assault on the underworld establishment is incredible, just as his bored phone call winds up in phone sex with Britt Ekland (the first in cinema that I’m aware of) while the landlady begins rocking in earnest in a rocking chair in the foreground! The film is riddled with this incredibly black humor that makes some of the more grisly elements bearable. I simply love this movie. Caine’s unblinking gaze is glorious in this scene.

In perhaps the most surprising aspect of the film, Carter is played by Michael Caine who at that time was fresh off a string of roles playing military heroes and a certain Mr. Croker. The original novel featured a brutal protagonist, and with the casting of Caine it is inconceivable that the film’s portrayal would be anything like the book. How wrong can we be? In yet another shining example of his status as a master actor, Caine makes Carter inconceivably cold and then injects this persona with a sort of cheeky humor that makes this terrible human being almost lovable! He corrupts, kills, tortures, screws, lies, insults, drinks, smokes, buys off anything else, and occasionally even feels an emotion.

The film is constructed in a way in all aspects of production, as to constantly keep the audience involved, whether consciously or subconsciously, so that we remain as on the move as Jack Carter. Our suspicions are his, just as our confusion must certainly be his. And to add even another level to this already incredible experience, Hodges makes some subtle points and movements so that on each successive viewing more onion-like layers are peeled back to reveal an even more twisted and stinking rotted humanity.

I’ve always raved about the incredible realism of Friedkin’s The French Connection (also 1971), but Get Carter is a different kind of animal-cool and laser focused without ever seeming to be. It simply exists, and lives on in our consciousness just as the tide never ceases to come in. With a documentary like realism and a devotion to improvisation for vibrancy, Carter is just a fresh 41 years on, and Michael Caine is the badass of cinema.

The Caine. This man is not to be trifled with.

“You’re a big man, but you’re in bad shape. With me it’s a full time job.

EDITIONS: One lone DVD release, thank god uncut and anamorphic 1.85. It’s a very early WB title, of course in the much admired (kidding) snapper case. The image is very grainy, as is the film, but this gets picked up usually as digital noise. Print defects are occasional, with one scene having repeated large defects. The left and right edges of the frame have rainbow lines running the length of the frame for the entire film, and demonstrates a complete lack of quality control. Audio is correctly placed in a lossy Dolby Digital 1.0 track, but does seem a bit low at times, especially on normal equipment. Surprisingly for a disc of this age there is the trailer, a music trailer, Director/Cinematographer/Actor commentary and isolated music score. The DVD is also sold a s a part of Warner’s Archive manufactured on demand series, with the exact same disc being sold at the exact same overpriced point. There has been news of a UK Blu-ray coming down the pipeline sometime this year, and by god I hope they do as it will wash up on US shores at some point. The 35mm print I was lucky enough to see two years ago was stunning. Picture and sound were incredibly good, and the DVD comes off a a poor representation of what the film can be like.

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