When I was couch-bound the last couple of weeks, I watched a lot of movies, and I thought it would be fun to do a few mini-reviews:
- The Longest Day (1962) — Before Saving Private Ryan and Band of Brothers, this was the closest a non-combatant could get to the D-day invasion. I am a huge fan of Band of Brothers, and it was great to see one of the films in its family tree. I especially loved the performances from Robert Mitchum and John Wayne. Like Midway, all the non-English speaking characters are subtitled, which gave it a docudrama feel that I enjoyed. The title isn’t misleading, though. This film is l o n g, so get comfortable.
- Bullitt (1968) — If you think, as I did, that this is just about a great car chase, you’re missing out. Robert Vaughn turns in a fantastic performance as the guy you’re not quite sure you can trust, Steve McQueen is as cool and unflappable (without being aloof) as ever, and I have a crush on the 1968 version of Jacqueline Bissett. The DVD that I have includes a couple of cool features about the making of the movie, produced when the film was in production, that help a 2005 audience understand how ground-breaking this film was.
- California Split (1974) — Contrary to what I expected, this is not a simple gambling movie; this is a movie about two incredibly loveable losers, played to perfection by Elliot Gould and George Segal, who happen to be compulsive gamblers. The acting, story, and direction are fantastic. All the actors feel like real people, and the whole thing has such an air of authenticity, the audience could feel like it was just along for the ride with these guys, if Altman could just let the camera sit still for a second. It’s constantly pushing in or pulling out, and just when I started to feel like I was witnessing real, flawed, fascinating people . . . the damn camera would make some unnecessary move and scream, “Hey! You’re watching a movie!” I still think it’s a great film, though. I can’t say enough about the improvisation between Elliot Gould and George Segal, and Gwen Welles is outstanding. If you like character-driven movies, I think you’ll enjoy this one.
- Night of the Hunter (1955) — Also known as the Robert Mitchum “Love” and “Hate” tattoo movie. This film disturbed me the same way that “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolfe?” did, but for entirely different reasons. Robert Mitchum plays a bad, bad man, who claims to be a preacher, but is actually a con-man and thief. When he finds out that his cell-mate Ben Johnson (played wonderfully by Peter Graves)’s family has $10,000 hidden somewhere in their possession, he tries to get the cash by marrying Johnson’s widow. Trouble is, the widow (Shelly Winters) doesn’t know where the money is — that knowledge is held in the heads of her small children, who were sworn to secrecy by their father before he was arrested. Winters is amazing as the woman who is so afraid of becoming a spinster she’ll marry Mitchum, who oozes as much malevolence as the devil himself. I won’t spoil any of the story, because it’s one of the most suspenseful things I’ve ever watched. A+++++++ Will Do Business Again!!!1
- The Cincinnati Kid 1965 — I wasn’t trying to have a Steve McQueen-a-thon, I swear. I just figured that if I couldn’t play poker, at least I could watch what is almost universally considered to be the best poker movie of them all (yes, that includes Rounders) Okay, after Bullitt, The Great Escape, The Magnificent Seven, and The Cincinnati Kid, I totally have a not-gay crush on Steve McQueen. I wish I could be 1/8 as cool as he is . . . and those eyes! You know how “Nobody fucks with the Jesus?” Well, nobody fucks with the Steve McQueen, either, if they know what’s good for them. Karl Malden, Edward G. Robinson, and Ann Margaret give flawless performances in this film about a hot poker player (McQueen) who takes on a player so amazing, he’s simply known as “The Man” (Robinson). I have this thing for characters who are deeply flawed, yet sympathetic, and Karl Malden, as McQueen’s friend Shooter, is one of the greatest I’ve ever seen. Ann Margaret is so sexy, so sultry, and so much trouble . . . and that’s all I’ll say about that. Rip Torn and Joan Blondell round out a superb cast, and Norman Jewison, who also did . . . And Justice For All and the original, superior-to-the-remake-in-nearly-every-way The Thomas Crown Affair (and I’m not just saying that because it stars my hero Steve McQueen) knows when to be subtle, and when to really let us have it. My DVD has a very entertaining commentary from Dave Foley and Phil Gordon on the poker scenes, that even non-poker players will enjoy. Poker players, on the other hand, almost certainly wait for the day when they hit their one-outer and get to say, “That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? Making the wrong move at the right time?”
- Star Wars (1977) — A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, George Lucas still cared about story and characters. The remastered DVD is gorgeous, and Empire of Dreams could make a weaker person forget about Episode One.
I also watched a whole bunch of WSOP 2004 and 2003 reruns on ESPN, and almost the entire second season of World Poker Tour on DVD. I know that I watched more than six movies, but they’ve blurred together into a medication-woven Gerald Scarfe / Ralph Steadman tapestry that I think is best left undisturbed.