Wednesday, 26 November 2014

Leigh's Ladies : Marion Bailey




Marion Bailey

Number of filmed Leigh projects: 4

Consummate actress of film, stage and television, Marion Bailey has appeared in four Mike Leigh films from Meantime in the 80s to his most recent release, Mr Turner. Possibly my favourite of her performances for Leigh was as the tragic lush Carol in All or Nothing. She has also performed in Leigh's 1981 stage play Goosepimples (which earned her a Theatre Critics' Award Nomination for Most promising Newcomer) as well as 2011's Grief. She is also Mike Leigh's partner.

Wordless Wednesday : Pram



Tuesday, 25 November 2014

Some Days....

Because some days I just feel like Veronica Cartwright here


Out On Blue Six : Everything But The Girl








Twenty years old now. Scary, scary times






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Blow Out (1981)




Brian De Palma is a director who lovingly wears his influences on his sleeve and Blow Out certainly offers us some rich pickings of influential material, whilst revealing itself to be an intelligent and original work in its own right.

Antonioni's Blow-Up and Coppola's The Conversation, Italian Giallo and the works of Hitchcock and real life events and characters like Chappaquiddick and the tragic Mary Jo Kopechne, the Kennedy dynasty and Jack and Bobby's political assassinations, eyewitnesses like Abraham Zapruder, Watergate and shady, shadowy Mr Fix-It's like G. Gordon Liddy, all of these come together to produce a rich, deep film of conspiracy theory and cinematic flair and intelligence for our time. 



Cross referencing the likes of Blow Up and The Conversation may make the story a familiar one, but its enjoyable and smartly told nonetheless. John Travolta stars in one of his most challenging roles and one of his three personal favourites as an obsessive sound effects man for B movie slashers who, when spending the night recording sounds in the woods stumbles into an elaborate and deadly conspiracy when he inadvertently witnesses and records the sound of a presidential candidate's car crashing into a river. Launching a rescue bid, he finds the governor dead but manages to save his passenger, an escort girl, from drowning.  Pressurised by the authorities to keep the girl out of the story for the dead man's reputation, Travolta soon finds that the recording he made doesn't match the official explanation.

Like many films about the process and technologies within movie making, Blow Out revels in the art of cinema itself and De Palma stages some truly memorable and impressive set pieces that elevate the schlocky or kitsch cliches of mystery and suspense thrillers into compelling art in an intelligent and insightful manner not unlike Hitch himself. As a result of which, Blow Out earned itself the tag of 'the best of all American conspiracy movies' by Pauline Kael.



Until tonight, I hadn't watched this in a very long time (I picked the DVD up for just a quid in a charity shop last week) and I was a little worried that I may have remembered it via rose tinted glasses. I needn't have bothered worrying, and many moments I'd totally forgotten about thanks to the midst of time which made this an almost new experience. It's one my favourite De Palma's let down only perhaps by the perennial issue raised against the director; namely his depiction of women. I do wish Nancy Allen's call girl could have been less of a 'Well gee Mister, wanna buy me a lollipop' ditzy dumb broad stereotype that seems to originate from the 1930s. Surely there would be more opportunity for an emotional involvement and more punch if the character was more three dimensional and heartfelt?

Monday, 24 November 2014

Bumday


Anna Ewers; Pirelli Calendar 2015

Dreedle's WAC



Actress and Playboy model Susanne Benton's memorable role as the wife of General Dreedle (Orson Welles) in Mike Nichol's adaptation of Joseph Heller's Catch-22




Dreedle's WAC is like a bomber plane's nose art pin up come to life, it's just a shame that Benton was actually 'enhanced', wearing seven pairs of falsies up top and sporting a rubber behind made from Frederick's of Hollywood. That's showbiz, guys!


Despite such enhancements, it's clear though that Susanne Benton was a fine looking specimen


She suffered for her art though; in a film notorious for mishaps - including the tragic death of second unit director John Jordan who refused to wear a harness during the bomber scenes and fell from the open tail turret 4,000ft to his death, a case of hepatitis breaking out which required the entire company to be inoculated, a near miss with a B-25 caught in a propwash, and a visiting John Wayne unfortunately and accidentally snubbed by the crew turning to the bottle, resulting in a fall that broke some of his ribs ribs - Benton was knocked out cold by a camera during one take!


Capote (2005)



There remains a huge morbid fascination for the sensationalist and sudden rampages, specifically those in small sleepy towns of America's Midwest conducted by icily detached youths. 

Truman Capote, the flamboyant and homosexual Breakfast At Tiffany's author, knew this and helped shape the reportage outlet that we now know today for such heinous crimes with his sensational 1966 'non fiction novel', In Cold Blood. In 1959, Capote had descended upon the town of Holcomb in Kansas, accompanied by his childhood friend and fellow writer Harper Lee, to report on the home invasion and brutal slaying of farmer Herbert Clutter, his wife and two of their children by Richard Eugene Hickock and Perry Edward Smith.

In Cold Blood was a publishing sensation and remains the second biggest selling true crime book in history, just behind Helter Skelter (the book about the Manson murders) The morbid fascination continued, making its way to the screen with four adaptations including three films and a TV mini series. 

Two of the films chose to focus on Capote's experience of the crime and the writing of his book and they appeared hot on the heels of one another in 2005/06; Infamous starring Toby Jones and Capote starring the late Philip Seymour Hoffman. 

Before tonight I had only seen Infamous, which I watched a couple of years ago now. I recall finding it a passable enough viewing experience helped greatly by Toby Jones' excellent portrayal of Capote as well as the residual aforementioned morbid fascination. 



Is Capote any better?

Well maybe, just a bit. Like its rival much of the film's interest truly lies in its depiction of Capote himself. Philip Seymour Hoffman may not be as natural a physical fit as Jones was but, like a chameleon, he somehow manages to impersonate the man perfectly; seemingly losing before our very eyes much of his weight and his (5'9'')height to embody the sly and fey little elfin like figure that was the barely 5 foot high Truman Capote. 



He also embodies the man's ruthless streak completely. Bennett Miller's interpretation of the events takes great pains to present Capote as a writer whose loyalty was forever first and foremost to his art. As such, he is seen to lie, cheat, manipulate and inveigle his way into the affections, confidences of the townsfolk, the investigating police officers and the killers themselves. He is the embodiment of the very worst excesses of the journalist; someone who seduces, disarms and befriends simply to get the story. In this regard Capote's title In Cold Blood may well suggest the starkly horrific murders and the unrepentant air of both Hickock and Smith, but it also could very well be ascribed to the behaviour of the author himself. Deeply unsympathetic and never truly brought to charge morally for his actions, Bennet Miller's Capote remains so unlikable it does perhaps scupper some enjoyment and interaction an audience can have with the film itself.

However perhaps karma truly intervened for, having concluded In Cold Blood in 1966, Truman Capote became a spent force, compelled to live on his laurels rather than trump this smash hit until his death in 1984. 

Since his untimely, tragic demise in February this year, it's hard to watch any film featuring Philip Seymour Hoffman because to do so is to come to terms with the fact that his impressive and wide ranging talent will be as sorely missed as the man himself. As a film fan and admirer of the actor it was easy to see that, had he lived, Philip Seymour Hoffman's unquestionable and already colossal talent would continue to grow and impress us all, unlike that of Capote himself.

Sunday, 23 November 2014

Out On Blue Six : Barbra Streisand





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Housekeeping (1987)




Director Bill Forsyth seldom managed to convince audiences that his distinctive storytelling style and quirky outlook on life, seen previously in Scottish Gregory's Girl, Local Hero and Comfort and Joy, could be translated to the US but he succeeded here in his little seen American debut, the offbeat and bewitching Housekeeping.



It's a strange yet enchanting tale concerning two young sisters Ruthie and Lucille (Sara Walker and Andrea Burchill, both of whom have frustratingly faded into obscurity or retired from acting altogether) and their eccentric, mysterious Aunt Sylvie played perfectly by Christine Lahti.  We first meet the sisters as infants in the late 1940s, taken on a sudden trip out by their mother to the sleepy curious but conventional Pacific Northwestern town of Fingerbone - a town famous for and somewhat haunted by a rail disaster in its past - ostensibly to visit their grandmother. Soon after they arrive however the girls mother leaves them to commits suicide, leaving her daughters in the care of their grandmother, elderly great-aunts and lastly the once estranged and forever strange sister of their late mother, Sylvie. An ambiguous guardian, Sylvie has a penchant for collecting newspapers and tin cans, seems unperturbed when their home is flooded and is drawn to the railways and given to taking long walks which lead to the fearful suspicion for the girls, as they worry she too is suicidal or may leave them. Ultimately as the girls grow older and we reach the mid 1950s, Lucille grows apart from Sylvie seeing her eccentricity as strange and restricting her desire to be popular or 'normal' whilst the more introverted Ruthie grows closer, finding her behaviour compelling and attractive.



Of course it helps that, for his first US production and his first non original work, Forsyth chose a novel by Marilynne Robinson that shares much of his own peculiarly charming and unconventional, almost magical world view. In adapting the novel, Forsyth concentrates on characters who seem inwardly amused by their own eccentricity or behaviour and largely keep themselves to themselves, leading them to feel curiously surprised when others try to intervene in their lives. When the townsfolk of Fingerbone become concerned enough to offer help to Sylvie and her charges, Lahti's cannily depicts a bemused and quiet affront which remains beautifully infused by her slyly secret inner privacy and amusement.  



Beautifully shot in British Columbia and extremely evocative, Housekeeping is a whimsical feature that is truly one of a kind. It can be described I guess as being a film about someone who is, to all intents and purposes, a madwoman but her actions are endearingly shown as a positive. For Forsyth, one man's normal is another's insane and its that kind of theme that runs most satisfyingly through his best work. Housekeeping can stand comfortably in that category.


Silent Sunday : Lone Wolf




Saturday, 22 November 2014

Lenny (1974)


Lenny Bruce is perhaps still America's greatest most revered stand up comedian, but he wasn't always the case and like Van Gogh, it is perhaps only in death that his real talent was truly assessed. Bruce knew that stand up comedy was hard and he knew that the rewards could be glorious, but all too often Bruce's cruel and unwarranted reward was castigation, persecution and punishment. A pioneer of the form, Bruce was a liberating proponent of speaking that which had never been spoken aloud before; in saying what he thought he made an audience both laugh and think as well as ultimately being responsible for changing the rules of what is deemed acceptable. 



The comedian's death aged just 40 in 1966 from 'acute morphine poisoning caused by an accidental overdose' was a tragedy which, when combined with the hounding he faced right up until his premature demise from law enforcement and the establishment, made him a martyr and goes some way to explain his revered status today. It was Julian Barry's 1972 Broadway stage play Lenny which first asked us to reassess the man and, two years later, director Bob Fosse adapted the play for cinema.




Fosse, with his background in theatre and choreography, naturally captures the atmosphere of Bruce's world - the strip joints, cabaret nights and dive bars - in all its grubby and authentic glory. Captured in stark monochrome only serves to make the film's visual style even more real and impressive, with many scenes and moments looking like captured in the moment photojournalism. This documentarian  approach is further sustained by the narrative which sees an anonymous biographer interviewing those who were close to Lenny (his wife, his mother and his agent) Citizen Kane style which allows a framework to explore the non linear anecdotal scenes that depict Lenny's rise, his brief but glorious moment in the sun and ultimately his bitterly hard fall.  



It's perhaps more telling to consider the Lenny Bruce this movie does actually give us. Personally, unless you're a fan or have even the slightest of appreciation for the man's work I don't think you're going to come away a convert. As I say, Bruce's moment in the sun, his period in which he achieved a reputation for being a funny, enjoyable night out with material that is hilarious as well as challenging and thought provoking, was all too brief and the film shows that in a similarly brief manner. Much of Lenny is mainly made up of his whirlwind love affair and subsequent turbulent marriage to Honey, a stripper played by the striking Valerie Perrine, and his decline which saw him rabidly reciting transcripts of his own trails to rapidly dwindling audiences. From this, it is clear that Fosse and Barry (who adapted his play for the film) are more keen to push the notion of Bruce, the unfairly maligned performer, than a genuinely funny act. The makers are more preoccupied with giving us a victim of society who tried to make his audience and his establishment wake up, rather than actively persuade us of his merits. Like I say, it's perhaps not for newcomers to Bruce.



Though his now ludicrous 'crimes' are shown and fixated upon, what we are not shown is the period, shortly after Bruce's marriage, which saw him fraudulently raising $8,000 in donations for a fictional charity for leprosy which he made up and pretended to be a priest and representative of, all because he wanted to make enough money to allow his new bride the opportunity to retire from stripping! His drug issues, for which he was renowned, are also somewhat skirted over as is his near Messianic complex following his first arrest for obscenity in 1961. Bruce is, to Fosse and Barry, a hero and is thus portrayed as such, when we all know that no one is so clear cut or uncomplicated.



As with many a biopic, the real Lenny Bruce and what he means to varying people remains ambiguous and elusive.  Equally the other characters and their actions are also depicted somewhat gossamer like; Valerie Perrine's Honey is unmistakably a damaged individual (in real life she began stripping as a runaway teenager and served time in prison for several thefts, referenced in the film) who struggled terribly with drug addictions, but all too often Fosse is content to present Perrine's natural voluptuous beauty laid bare, rather than explore it too deeply which makes the threesome she has with a girlfriend and Lenny a somewhat frustrating hook for both audience titillation (as is her, authentic but long lingering, striptease scenes) and later a narrative drama that allows her and Lenny to fight. It's a credit to Perrine's acting prowess that she manages to create a three dimensional and sympathetic character here in her own right rather than just a sounding board for Dustin Hoffman's Lenny and a piece of meat to be aroused by and later to sympathise for. 




Which leads us to the star himself; Hoffman is, naturally, brilliant but he never once tries to emulate Bruce and his recreations of Bruce's act are delivered in a manner which keeps the power of the words but allows the humour to largely get lost in translation, perhaps to keep the general tone of bleak drama, hypocrisy and unfairness within the film rather than lighten the mood in any way shape or form. Again, this antiseptic approach is unlikely to draw in new devotees of the comedian. 


A superbly directed and shot film, dripping with the nightclub atmosphere, makes Lenny a stand out - it's just a shame the presentation of its subject matter, the life of the man himself, remains as black and white as the footage; ultimately biased and unconcerned with reaching out to the masses. There are however moments that continue to intrigue despite never truly reaching their potential, moments like those of Bruce in full gaudy Messianic mode, 'preaching' to an equally gaudy adoring or would be hip audience, that remind me a little of the Peter Finch character Howard Beale in Network, a man whose howls of pain and insecurity were exploited as examples of modern day prophecy. It's a shame the film didn't explore that more complex idea a little more.


Reign Over Me (2007)



I'd normally take great pains to avoid an Adam Sandler movie but Reign Over Me from 2007 is not your typical Adam Sandler movie. As such, it's worth a watch.

The film is written and directed by Mike Binder and concerns dentist Alan Johnson, played by Don Cheadle, who spots his former college roommate Charlie Fineman (Sandler) out on the street one day, looking somewhat unkempt and preoccupied with his own thoughts. From this chance encounter it quickly transpires that Charlie is no longer a dentist and that his life has ground to a halt following the death of his wife and three young daughters, who were passengers on one of the hijacked airliners that crashed into the World Trade Centre on 9/11. Charlie is suffering from PTSD and has retreated into a private world of avoidance, numbing himself to the loss via computer games, music, Mel Brooks movies and comic books. Alan, a concerned friend despite having his own problems - which include being harassed by Saffron Burrows who wants to orally pleasure him and having a wife (Jada Pinkett Smith) who feels he's cutting her out of his life  - decides its time to help Charlie and arranges him to see a psychiatrist friend of his played by Liv Tyler.




It would be easy to dismiss Reign Over Me as nothing more than a dumb/zany comic performer's attempt to be taken seriously - a traditional path that has been taken by many a comic actor including Jim Carrey, Robin Williams and Jerry Lewis over the years. It would be just as easy to claim Reign Over Me, with its depiction of a mental health disorder brought on by America's greatest tragedy, was hurling itself at the Oscars. Combining these two cynical approaches and considering Sandler, dressed like a late 70s Dylan and displaying the obsessive compulsive muddled adolescence, to be imitating Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man. But to approach the film so cynically would mean doing it a terrible disservice as Reign Over Me actually includes one of the best, most intelligent and sensitive depictions of PTSD I've witnessed.




PTSD is a terrible conditon which effects men and women in many different ways. In Charlie we witness clear examples of avoidance and numbing symptoms (as previously mentioned) as well as arousal symptoms; a sense of alertness that gives the sufferer an almost paranoid preoccupation with everyday exchanges leading to outbursts of anger over the most innocent remarks, as well as confusion and an inability to concentrate and focus. Having worked with PTSD sufferers myself, I can say that Binder's film tackles the condition with insight and sensitivity. Ditto, Liv Tyler's performance of Charlie's psychiatrist was pitched just right, with her soft acting style displaying the levels of tact and empathy such a profession requires.



There's also a great soundtrack (The Pretenders, The Who - obviously, Springsteen, Jackson Browne) and a somewhat unexpected cameo from Donald Sutherland. It's not totally perfect, and things are wrapped up for everyone a touch too neatly by the film's close, but it's a nice little tearjerker that for once handles its message maturely enough.



Friday, 21 November 2014

Plus Size Comes To Pirelli : Candice Huffine

Candice Huffine, a favourite on this blog by me and its readers, has become the first 'plus size' model to feature in the legendary Pirelli Calendar for 2015, with this stunning photograph by Carine Roitfeld and Steven Meisel. 




Candice has gone on record as being somewhat awed by the shoot; "I brought myself to tears...just thinking about how big it was going to be, what it was going to mean, that I was the face of it"


"The whole thins is amazing. Part of me need to find, probably a new word for it, but it was quite a surreal experience" the curvy stunner has said about her history making moment.


Don't Be Reckless With The Beast Of Bolsover


God bless Dennis Skinner (dead ringer for my late grandfather) for taking to task the odious UKIP MP Mark Reckless during his swearing into the Commons following his success at the Rochester and Strood By-Election. 

Good old Dennis pointed to Reckless and the only other UKIP MP in the house, Douglas Carswell, and rightfully accused them and their obnoxious, racist party of wanting to deport foreigners from the UK. Claiming that he had 'a United Nations heart bypass' carried out by a Syrian cardiologist, a Malaysian surgeon, a Dutch doctor and a Nigerian registrar, Skinner argued that such skill set would be lost in the UK if UKIP, a party that allegedly has our countries best intentions at heart and which Reckless was on record this week as saying would consider deporting long term immigrants, ever came to power.

See Skinner's memorable and well received address here

Far be it from me to suggest anything to the great man, but maybe he sould have included the fact that not only would UKIP wish to deport such talented medics, they would also wish to privatise the NHS completely.

Once again I am staggered by the stupidity inherent among certain members of our voting public. Shame on Rochester and Strood for giving this literally Reckless man and his party a position of power, and praise be for the likes of Dennis Skinner.

Havana (1990)





Unperturbed by Richard Lester's 1979 film, Cuba, a box office flop that also attempted to recreate the fall of the Batista regime from an outsider's point of view, and unashamed in their remaking Casablanca in all but name, Sidney Pollack and Robert Redford bring us Havana; a romantic film that displays a love for the place rather than a love between its central characters. 



I love the cast, I like the director but this is little more than a beautiful misfire. Pollack reunites with his Out of Africa, The Way We Were and Three Days Of The Condor leading man Redford, casting him as the apolitical jaded Jack Weil, a professional cardsharp who enters Cuba ready for the biggest poker game of his life. His love interest is Lena Olin's Bobby, a beautiful woman married to Raul Julia's revolutionary contemporary of Castro. 

So far, so Bogey/Bergman and Heinried right? 

Except there's little to no chemistry at all between Redford and Olin, scuppering the film completely. Indeed, Redford is much more electric and charismatic bouncing off the male cast such as Tony Plana's journalist and a nicely wry turn from Alan Arkin as his backer, casino owner and Meyer Lansky's man Joe Volpi.  



As much as I adore Redford, I'm not actually sure I bought him here; his natural real life core of idealism shines through instantly, making Weil's slow turn from non-partisan to involved participant rather unconvincing, especially given how bland a relationship he has with the woman who changes his outlook on life. I can't help but wonder how this might have been if Redford had been replaced by Harrison Ford (Bogey's natural successor) or even Warren Beatty (who is similar to Redford, yet always seemed capable of a sleazier edge thanks to his publicised personal life - in fact I always think he'd have been better in Indecent Proposal too)  

Meanwhile Lena Olin, saddled with a script that largely tells us how beautiful and beguiling she is rather than actually take the time to show us, remains muted and in some scenes positively chilly.  They may have been trying to display a certain kind of an aloof mystique that Redford ultimately falls for, but it just comes off as uninterested and as passionate as a wet week in dead end Rhyl rather than a steamy hot and unpredictable week in Cuba.   

  

Ultimately the 40million budget, lavish recreation of 1958 Havana in Santo Domingo, some nice cinematography, direction, set pieces and the overall feel of the piece and a country on the brink of change (the era and locale fascinates me) doesn't save the overlong and sprawling Havana from mediocrity.  And yet, I still have a soft spot for it. I wouldn't say I love the film, it has too many faults and flaws for that, but I do quite like it.


Thursday, 20 November 2014

Out On Blue Six : Jimmy Ruffin, RIP

And yet more sad news as it's revealed that Motown legend Jimmy Ruffin has passed away aged 78





RIP

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RIP Mike Nichols

A true directing great, Mike Nichols has sadly passed away following a cardiac arrest at the age of 83. 


Nichols would be perhaps best described as an actor's director. He really got the best out of his cast and it shows in his eclectic and extensive body of work, which included an Oscar for the 1967 film The Graduate - one of my favourites.




His first movie in 1966 can be pretty much taken as a statement of intent for what was to follow, it was the brilliant Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolf? (another favourite of mine) starring the acting heavyweights Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor. The films that followed, including Primary Colors, Working Girl, Catch-22, Silkwood, Closer, Postcards From The Edge and Charlie Wilson's War, were strong movies, well performed.

RIP