Posts Tagged ‘World War II’

DVD Review: Charmed Lives–Leigh, Olivier, and “That Hamilton Woman”

In the HBO/BBC co-production Into the Storm, a visibly moved Winston Churchill (played, in an Emmy-winning performance, by Brendan Gleeson) screens his favorite movie, That Hamilton Woman (1941), for guests. Churchill is said to have a hand in its production, whose intent was to rally an isolationist America to Britain’s side as World War II ravaged Europe. It’s also beloved by the venerable film critic Andrew Sarris, who claims to have seen it 80 times. And it earned a spot in Danny Peary’s outstanding three-book overview, Cult Movies. So what’s special about That Hamilton Woman?

A typically fine Criterion Collection disc gives a few answers—though the booklet essay by Molly Haskell is silent on her husband, Sarris’, affection for the picture. It’s unabashed propaganda, so much so that only Pearl Harbor and America’s entrance into the war spared producer/director Alexander Korda from a Senate subcommittee investigating the interventionist influences that were attempting to sway public opinion. That New York audiences cheered its anti-appeasement and pro-war sentiments, allegedly penned by the prime minister himself, made a strong case for the government. But the film is leavened by a classic romance, actually two—the one onscreen, between the dashing Admiral Lord Nelson and the irresistible Lady Emma Hamilton, and the one off, between stars Laurence Olivier and Vivien Leigh. Both were steeped in adultery, though the movie, mindful of Hollywood censorship, minimizes the facts of the historical affair—Hamilton’s extravagantly checkered past has been tidied up, and the inconvenient truth of their out-of-wedlock daughter ignored.

Having married in 1940, Olivier and Leigh were off the hook, but just barely, as audiences knew. Romantically involved since Korda paired them in his earlier Fire Over England (1937), the two became major movie stars in 1939, Olivier in Wuthering Heights and Leigh in…well, do I have to say? (Look for it on Blu-ray in November.) That Hamilton Woman, their third and last collaboration onscreen, was a honeymoon project for them. (more…)

The Bigger Picture: Lay Down Your Arms

c-water[1]“Filler” is a term often used by music fans to describe songs that sound like they were quickly put together to take up space on an album in order to “fill out” the running time. Though  filler can often be quite good, snobbier music fans sometimes use it as an excuse to turn their noses up at others. Ironically, this attitude can be just as annoying as the people the snobs want to put down.

I make my living as a Photoshop retoucher. Much of the work I do is celebrity related, and often involves those showy magazine spreads where a B-list celebrity shows off his or her home. It’s MTV Cribs for older generations (in other words, those who still read). What I often find in the photos are startling similarities in artistic taste.

Seemingly every one of these celebrities has the same coffee-table book collection, including books on Picasso, jazz, and Man Ray. It’s as if the photographer carries a satchel of the same books to each celebrity’s house simply for the automatic class boost they provide.

It seems impossible to me that so many people actually have those books because they enjoy the artists’ work. A friend of mine brought up the cynical idea that this is what you get when you allow the masses access to art — great works often become, in effect, filler. The coffee-table book industry is, in many ways, a seller of white noise, used by individuals who hope to give their home an aesthetic boost.

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No Concessions: Summer Hits and Misses

It’s Labor Day Weekend, and if you’re like me, you’re off to the movies. What to see: The unstoppable Sandra Bullock in another romantic comedy? Gamer? Hmmm…maybe a double feature, the unstoppable Sandra Bullock in another romantic comedy and Gamer? (What the heck is Gamer? Doesn’t a sequel to The Crow usually fly into this spot?)

No, you’re not like me. But I’ve got news for you: I’m not like me, either. Drag me to hell: I’m not gonna sit on my ass in some multiplex when the best weather of the season has arrived at the 11.5th hour. I’m going to sit outside and taunt the kids who have to go back to school on Tuesday—man, I hated Labor Day Weekend when I was a kid, knowing that the school bus was going to pull up like Charon the ferryman to escort me back to Hades.

Summer. It was good, now it’s dead. And it’s time to reflect on the corpse.

Boxoffice-wise, the top five films of the season were the Transformers and Harry Potter sequels, Up, The Hangover, and Star Trek. I saw the last three. (In a simpler time in my life, say any day before Aug. 25, 2008, I would have seen them all. The franchises got the boot.) And they were good. Well, The Hangover and Star Trek were good; I can’t say I got down with Up, which struck me as minor Pixar, not out-of-gas Pixar like Cars but a little thin. Still, I’ll buy the DVD—except for Cars, I have them all, even Monsters Inc. and Finding Nemo—and give it another spin. (more…)

Film Review: “Inglourious Basterds”

Inglorious_BasterdsI’ve been dying for Inglourious Basterds to reach its official release date, so I could finally talk with you about this movie.

When reading a review, everyone always wants to skip right to the point: Is it any good? Should I spend my hard-earned money to go see it?

Well, let’s cut to the chase then with a nice, small hint: Not only will Inglourious Basterds make my Top 5 Best Films list at the end of this year, but I’m already looking forward to buying the DVD whenever it comes out, so I can revel in the brutal playground of director Tarantino’s semi-historical revenge flick over and over again! So, yes…go see it.

There’s pretty much not a casual filmgoer or cinemaphile on the face of the planet who doesn’t know who Quentin Tarantino (Reservoir Dogs, Kill Bill Vol. 1 & 2) is, or hasn’t seen at least one of his films. Some people expect a Tarantino flick to be nothing more than a tart of spicy dialogue dipped into a warm cup of violence with a bloody cherry on top. But that’s not Inglourious. Being that the film is set in World War II, some will expect it to be a non-stop shoot-‘em-up action flick with characters spouting well-worn clichéd lines such as “Let’s get those Ratzis!” while lobbing grenades over a distant hill at the enemy. That is also not what Basterds is all about. (more…)

DVD Review: “Miracle at St. Anna”

51rp3jivdll_sl500_aa240_Miracle at St. Anna opens with a crime:  A black postal worker pulls out a German Lugar pistol and kills an Italian man waiting in line to buy stamps.  Why did he do it?  That’s what reporter Tim Boyle (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) wants to find out as he accompanies detectives to the killer’s apartment.  There, they find the head of an Italian statue that is worth millions.  The mystery deepens and Boyle worms his way into getting an interview with the worker, whose name is Hector Negron.  Negron (played by actor Laz Alonso in old age makeup) begins to tell the story of his tour of duty in World War II as a part of the 92nd Infantry Division, a.k.a the Buffalo Soldiers Division, a segregated platoon of all black soldiers.

From there the film flashes back to Italy, World War II, and proceeds to get worse by the minute.  We are thrust into a brutally bloody battle sequence reminiscent of Saving Private Ryan, except not nearly as effective.  Four soldiers are separated from the platoon and must fend for themselves when their racist commanding officer nearly blows them up.  These four soldiers are Sergeant Bishop (Michael Ealy), a womanizing cynic, Sgt. Stamps (Derek Luke), the level headed, by the book soldier, Private Train (Omar Benson Miller), a gentle giant who carries around the severed head of an Italian statue for good luck (but seeing as he’s not in possession of it in the present day, you have an idea of what’s going to happen to him) and finally, Corporal Negron (Alonso, gain, free of the latex).  The four soldiers come upon an orphaned Italian boy that Train refuses to leave on his own, especially after the cute kid is injured in a bomb blast.  They carry the boy (Matteo Sciabordi) to a nearby Italian village to get help.

This village is one of those movie villages where the surviving citizens are all healthy looking, as if the war hasn’t affected them too much.  Of course, there is a gorgeous Italian woman (Valentina Cervi) who happens to speak English and is a little horny.  Stamps pines for her, yet Bishop is such a smooth talker he ends up getting lucky.  Meanwhile, the little boy gets progressively better, the Italian resistance sneaks into the village for supplies, the Nazis approach, and the Americans are slowly sending backup.  You’d think that with so much going on in this sprawling 160-minute epic, your interest would be held for more than 10 minutes or so, at least to learn why Negron shot the man in the opening.  Alas, Miracle at St. Anna is so full of clichés and crappy dialogue that the only mystery you’ll want to solve is why you’re even watching the movie in the first place.  This is a shame, because there is an important story that could have been told in this film, and this is subject matter that has only been handled in a smattering of films — and every American should be aware of it.  Alas, director Spike Lee does a horrible job of keeping the movie interesting. (more…)