Showing posts with label Orson Welles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Orson Welles. Show all posts

Friday, October 19, 2012

Bonanza weekend for you lot, as I was too slack to get last week's review up in good time. Last week I watched the fabulous Tom Hardy and Guy Pearce among others in Lawless, while my classic review was another Orson Welles film, The Third Man. This week's review to come as normal tomorrow night.

Shoe catch-up will hopefully emerge on Sunday.

Lawless (MA15+)

ALCOHOL was an easy escape from reality for those feeling the strain of unemployment and general hardship in the United States’ Depression era. The manufacturing and distribution of moonshine was (and still is) illegal, but for those in the game it was a bonanza - everyone wanted their hands on it and they could name their price.

The authorities soon caught onto this, being buyers themselves, and tried to negotiate a share of the profits in returns for not arresting them. In 1931 in Franklin County, Virginia, the Bondurant brothers held the monopoly and would settle for nothing less than free passage through the region as normal.

In the eyes of the townspeople, the brothers were indestructible - especially Forrest (Tom Hardy) as the ringleader, who overcame countless battles. What is revealed to us quickly though is that support from Howard (Jason Clarke) was important to Forrest, but younger brother Jack’s (Shia LaBeouf) softer nature was considered more of a hindrance.

When Special Deputy Charlie Rakes (Guy Pearce) comes from Chicago to put an end to their operation, it soon threatens to escalate into war. The brothers live their life with this non-negotiator on their back, authorising killings as bad as gangster shootings occurring around the region from the likes of Floyd Banner (Gary Oldman).

The John Hillcoat-Nick Cave director-writer collaboration is their third together, the last 2005’s The Proposition. With Pearce and Clarke having been in that film also, the Australian troupe take themselves halfway across the world but to an environment with similarities of outlaws and good versus evil.


Based on true events detailed in book The Wettest County In The World (written by Jack Bondurant’s grandson Matt), Cave’s adaptation creeps along to the beat of the town drum. Everyone lives in their own existence until Rakes comes along, and when it turns nasty they all continue to keep their heads down and not get involved.

That is, except Jack. The focus stays largely on him throughout the film - as they build their small empire up, his confidence inflates. He attempts to court preacher’s daughter Bertha (Mia Wasikowska) and walks around like he’s Al Capone, much to Forrest’s chagrin.

In a small way to ours as well; an understanding of Howard is kept to a minimum, while brooding Forrest is intriguing but largely kept to a subplot of his burgeoning relationship with Maggie (Jessica Chastain).

It’s an extreme mix of casting, from the English Hardy to the Australians to Transformers hero LaBeouf, but the immense talent is quality. Pearce exonifies slime, while Chastain brings a feminine touch to a man's world.

We’re left with a tale of not just brothers, but a town standing up for itself. While there are some unrealistic moments as the men fight for what they believe to be their right, this is a violent, gut-wrenching film where Hillcoat turns potential criminals into likeable men.

Rating: 4/5

*Published in the Daily Liberal (Dubbo), Western Advocate (Bathurst), Parkes Champion Post and Midstate Observer (Orange) from Saturday 13/10/2012

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The Third Man (1949)

STORIES abounded post-World War II as four years of tragedy made for life-changing moments. Here, screenwriter Graham Greene uses the lingering uncertainty about at the time but draws on a murder mystery in place of an emotional tale.

Novellist Holly Martins (Joseph Cotten) finds himself in Vienna, split into quarters between the Allies and home to a thriving black market. Arriving on the premise of a job offered by schoolfriend Harry Lime (Orson Welles), he finds out Lime has died. After attending his funeral and speaking to people at the scene of Lime’s death, Martins believes his friend is actually alive.

Carol Reed’s shoot was difficult, not least because of tensions between collaborating producers David O. Selznick and Alexander Korda. There was also debate over the ending that added to their discontent. But the final result is an interesting story, shedding layer after layer as Martins gets to the bottom of a peculiar situation.

Cotten is good as Martins, as is potential love interest Anna Schmidt (Alida Valli), but the film lifts when Welles is first shown some way in. His presence as the mysterious Lime is what carries the story, finding out who he really is and why events have led Martins to start the guesswork. Sinister characters and good use of Viennese landmarks combine to create an intriguing piece of cinema.

*Published in the Mailbox Shopper (Dubbo) from Wednesday 10/10/2012

MISSED LAST WEEK'S REVIEWS? See what I thought of Taken 2 and The Killing Fields.

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Merry Grand Final Day!

Australia was on the edge of their seats today as the Swans and Hawks battled it out in today's AFL Grand Final. What a game it turned out to be - it looked like Sydney were going to make it a blowout in the second quarter, a stunning six straight goals to hold Hawthorn to a single point.

It was a real slog by the final term and I at one point actually hoped for a draw so they could do it all again next week. They were lucky the rain held off though, and with Sydney winners I was still happy. I love Adam Goodes, and seeing his efforts today among everyone elses was special because of the immense contribution he has given to his team.

Parting Shots

Although I still believe the Crows should've been there and I should've been at the game watching, we had a win for the day. Go Patty Dangerfield, winning the Grand Final Sprint back-to-back!


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To the regular Saturday segment, and tonight is exclusively a classic film. Man, Orson Welles knew how to make films. His edgy filmmaking style is wonderful in Touch of Evil, and he had the ability to make you squirm as an actor. Especially here.

Touch of Evil (1958) 

THE IMAGINED cut of this film by director Orson Welles was not shown to audiences until 13 years after his death. A 58-page memo detailing how he had envisioned it was thought to be lost until found in star Charlton Heston’s possession. When the director’s cut was released in 1998, critics and fans worldwide revered one of his greatest works, and it now stands as the primarily seen version.

Casting Heston as Mexican narcotics agent Mike Vargas was an interesting choice, but in this story across the Mexican-American border the screen legend carries his role extremely well. Vargas is a witness to an explosion that kills a man while on his honeymoon with wife Susie (Janet Leigh) in Mexico. American police captain Hank Quinlan (Welles) and Sergeant Pete Menzies (Joseph Calleia) step in to investigate the murder case before Vargas finds himself involved, all the while fighting a rivalry with Quinlan.

Not originally a success in the US, Welles’ film is not for everyone. Mexican drug culture is alluded to with the sub-plot including drug criminal Uncle Joe Grandi (Akim Tamiroff), while Welles’ portrayal of Quinlan is unsettling with his added kilos and mean, raspy tone. For those appreciative of film noir, it is at its finest here with excellent camerawork, wonderful use of black and white film and effective effort of raising questions of corruption and deceit.

Welles knew how to get the best out of his cast and does so here, particularly with a smouldering Marlene Dietrich as gypsy Tanya. His creativity knew no bounds and with the freedom given to him (at the time of shooting at least) the perfectionist was able to produce what he would accept as a complete work. Forty years later, audiences were, at last, truly able to appreciate that.

*Published in the Mailbox Shopper (Dubbo) from Wednesday 26/9/2012

MISSED LAST WEEK'S REVIEW? See what I thought of Withnail and I.