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Tuesday, 3 November 2015

IN COLD BLOOD - BluRay Review By Greg Klymkiw - Capote stuns on stunning Criterion

Perry Smith (Robert Blake, top and bottom),
Dick Hickock (Scott Wilson, middle):
friends, travel mates, thieves, KILLERS!

In Cold Blood (1967)
Dir. Richard Brooks
Starring: Robert Blake, Scott Wilson, John Forsythe, Paul Stewart,
Jeff Corey, Gerald S. O'Loughlin, Will Geer, John McLiam, Brenda C. Currin

Review By Greg Klymkiw

There's a passel o' reasons to heap a few bucketfuls of laurel leaves upon the Criterion Collection for creating an astonishing Blu-Ray disc of In Cold Blood, the 1967 Richard Brooks film adaptation of Truman Capote's immortal bestseller. First and foremost is that it's a great motion picture - one that knocked audiences to the floor when it first came out and now, archived for home viewing some 50 years after it was made, continues to wrench emotion.

Told in a series of flashbacks which eventually merge into a chilling, straight-ahead crime drama, the film details the slaughter of an entire family (Mom, Dad and two teenagers) in an isolated Holcomb, Kansas farmhouse. While not ignoring the fear and pain of the victims, the film's primary goal is to explore the two men who perpetrated this shocking act of violence.

Mistakenly assuming the Clutter family was loaded to the hilt, keeping most of their fortune in an onsite safe, the men could not have been more misled by a tip-off one of them got in prison. The princely take for this horrific act of savagery was a portable radio, binoculars and fifty smacks in cash. Director Brooks handles the murders with stark, almost matter-of-fact brutality, but punctuated with a few strange elements which directly relate to the more humane elements of the killers. He creates moments and images which tend to haunt one forever.

Perry Smith (Robert Blake) and Dick Hickock (Scott Wilson) were apprehended, tried, convicted and then, after spending six years on death row, they were finally hung from their respective necks - until dead, of course.

Brooks touches upon the procedural aspects involving a detective (John Forsyth) and crime reporter (Paul Stewart), the former trying to maintain professional composure due to the especially vicious/senseless nature of the crime in an uncommon locale and the latter offering wry, cynical, straight-up dispassionate realism to the proceedings (well, after all, he is played by Paul Stewart). Scenes involving visits to the families of the killers offer a few additional cold, hard truths, but they're also weighted with considerable sadness.

Cinematographer Conrad Hall's "happy" accident of
raindrops reflecting upon Robert Blake's face as teardrops.

The story of the Clutter Massacre has been the subject of two films in recent years, both from the perspective of Truman Capote, but neither of them really made much of an impact upon me since Perry and Dick's story seemed far more interesting than that of Capote's obsession to write the book about it. Bennett Miller's Capote (2008) received considerable acclaim and an Oscar for the late Philip Seymour Hoffman's onscreen impersonation of the title character, remaining the go-to-picture for the writer's POV upon the story, but I much prefer the equally flawed, but far more interesting Infamous from 2006, which features a no-holds-barred performance by UK actor Toby Jones as the fey, diminutive author.

Capote broke considerable literary ground with his true-crime book, written as a non-fiction novel. He got to know the killers as they made their way through a myriad of trials and appeals until they exhausted all avenues and faced their death sentences. His personal perspective made for compulsive reading, yielding one of the hottest literary commodities during the 60s and ripe for film adaptation. When a movie version loomed, Capote personally chose Richard Brooks to write and direct it.

This proved to be a canny decision. After his service in the Marines during WWII, Brooks quickly rose to the top of his own substantive literary and film career. He wrote the powerful 1945 novel "The Brick Foxhole", dealing with discrimination against homosexuals in the military. The novel morphed into the acclaimed Edward Dmytryk-directed film noir feature Crossfire, swapping homosexuality (still verboten by the studios) for anti-Semitism. The novel itself was enough to launch Brooks into the movie business. His work included penning the scripts for Jules Dassin's violent noir prison drama Brute Force and the Bogart/Bacall classic Key Largo. Co-written with director John Huston, Brooks was welcomed on-set everyday to learn filmmaking from the irascible Master himself.

In 1952, Brooks wrote the original screenplay for Deadline - U.S.A., also starring Humphrey Bogart and directed by Brooks himself. It's still one of the most prescient and important films of the 50s, tackling the subject of corporate partnerships in the media and threatening free speech in the newspaper business. This led to the huge box-office hit Blackboard Jungle (dealing with juvenile delinquency) and the virtually perfect film version of Sinclair Lewis's Elmer Gantry.

The exemplary effort invested in this disc reflects the sort of passion invested into the film itself. Both truly hit home during the famous scene in which Perry Smith (Robert Blake's greatest work onscreen), one of the condemned killers, delivers a heartbreaking pre-execution monologue about his father, "that poor old man and his hopeless dreams." It is here where Conrad Hall's gorgeous black and white cinematography cold-cocks the wind out of you. A happy "accident" occurred when light, shining through a window pelted with strong rain, resulted in a reflection of the water upon actor Robert Blake, creating a jaw-droppingly emotional image as the water takes on the properties of a veritable flood of tears.

Seeing this on Criterion's magnificent 4K restoration is the next best thing to experiencing the picture on a big screen in its original monochrome 35mm film.

THE FILM CORNER RATING ***** Five Stars


In Cold Blood is available on BluRay and DVD via a gorgeous new 4K digital restoration, with 5.1 surround DTS-HD Master Audio soundtrack on the Blu-ray. The disc is Laden with superb extra features including interviews with cinematographer John Bailey about director of photography Conrad Hall’s work in the film, film historian Bobbie O’Steen on the film’s editing, film critic and jazz historian Gary Giddins about Quincy Jones’s music for the film, writer Douglass K. Daniel on director Richard Brooks, Brooks himself from a 1988 episode of the French television series "Cinéma cinemas". The disc is additionally fleshed out with With Love from Truman, a first rate short 1966 documentary with novelist Truman Capote, directed by Albert and David Maysles, two archival NBC interviews with Capote: one following the author on a 1966 visit to Holcomb, Kansas, and the other conducted by Barbara Walters in 1967 (the latter is especially astounding), the trailer and an essay by critic Chris Fujiwara.

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Friday, 19 December 2014

HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON - Review By Greg Klymkiw - I refuse to see the sequel. Here's why.


How To Train Your Dragon (2010)
dir. Dean DeBlois and Chris Sanders
Starring: Jay Baruchel, Gerard Butler, America Ferrera, Jonah Hill, Christopher Mintz-Plasse

Review By Greg Klymkiw

There's nothing especially bad about How To Train Your Dragon, but there's also nothing especially good about it. The sequel, imaginatively titled How to Train Your Dragon 2 was such a surprise hit and critics' darling this year that I'm compelled to revisit this one since I pretty much refuse to see the new film.

Each time I see a new animated feature on a big screen these days, the first question that courses through the rivulets of my brain is, "Haven't I seen this somewhere before?" The second is, "Uh, like, why did they make this?" The answer to the former is a quick and resounding "Yes!" The answer to the latter comes when I look away from the screen and/or up from a rousing game of "Bejeweled" on my iPhone and realize I'm sitting amongst several hundred little nippers and their surprisingly engaged parents. It's like what James Earl Jones says in Field of Dreams: "If you build it they will come."

Parents these days seem so starved for family entertainment that the studios just keep piling on one derivative 3-D digital delight after another. It's one of my familiar rants, actually. Why do today's parents keep dragging their kids to see this crap? There are so many other movies they could be taking them to.

When I was a kid, I saw every Disney release, to be sure, but most of them were classics from the Golden Age and re-released every seven or so years to capitalize on new generations of avid viewers. But these weren't the ONLY movies my parents took me to or that, when I hit the age of seven or eight, went to by myself. I saw the original Planet of the Apes and its multitude of sequels between the ages of 7 and 13. I went to all the Sinbad movies. I saw every John Wayne and Clint Eastwood western. Dad took me to see The Wild Bunch when I was 9. I remember making a deal with my Mom that if I had to sit through Mary Poppins, she had to promise to take me to see The Battle of the Bulge. Hell, I remember going to grindhouses as a kid and sitting through Hammer Horror films, motorcycle movies, war pictures and British Carry On sex comedies. And aside from Disney, I really don't remember there being that many animated movies being made, released or re-released. Going to the movies meant going to the movies - ANY MOVIES - so long as it wasn't pornography. (…and even then!)

It's not like there AREN'T movies today that are similar to the abovementioned titles. There's plenty of action, fantasy, comedies and even straight-up drama for families to see. Why then, must audiences keep encouraging the studios to grind out these mostly empty and derivative bowls of treacle?

How To Train Your Dragon, as uninteresting as it is, at least has dragons in it. But, God help me, the story is appallingly familiar. A young Viking lad wants to battle dragons like his Dad. Dad doesn't think his son is ready to do so. Boy Viking makes his mark by downing a dragon but not killing it. Then (barf!) he discovers dragons are nice and he turns his former quarry into a pet. And, guess what? I'm sure this will surprise you. I know it surprised me (though in fairness, my attention drifted between the movie and "Bejeweled", so anything would have surprised me). Viking boy teaches everybody that dragons are not what they seem. Aaawwww, isn't that nice?

And aside from the annoying digital 3-D animation that will never hold a candle to traditional animation and the equally maddening cutesy-pie voice work from an all-star cast, the biggest problem with this picture, and so many others of its ilk, is just how goddamn nice it is. Makes me want to sing "Everything is Beautiful (In Its Own Way)" or worse, "Cumbaya".

Critics who don't know any better (most of them these days) and even audiences, always have this moronic knee-jerk comment about classic Disney - that it's trite and treacly.

Uh, sorry to disillusion, you all - classic Disney often borders on straight-up horror. It's deliciously cruel and perverse. That whale in Pinocchio can still scare the shit out of me. Bambi still kicks me in the stomach when the kiddie deer's Mom is shot. Dumbo separated from his mother, teased mercilessly by everyone and drunkenly facing those "Pink Elephants on Parade" all continue to knock me on my ass and give me the willies. It was even more intense as a kid. And don't even get me started on Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs - are we talking unrequited freak love, or what?

And what do we get now? We get mediocrities like How To Train Your Dragon (and now a fucking sequel which I refuse to see), designed to make everyone feel all touchy-feely, but THAT, oh sensitive ones, is more falsely corrupt a message to shovel down our kids' throats. Classic Disney toughened the little buggers up AND entertained them, but all that this contemporary stuff does is teach lessons of conformity and understanding and getting along. And of course, that stuff is important, but it's also important for kids to know that prices are paid dearly on this Earth to even begin the process of understanding and healing, that evil and terror exists, that entertainment (and healing) should not always come easily.

When I think about the best work by Spielberg like E.T. or Joe Dante's deliciously nasty Gremlins movies, I think that THESE are the ultimate family movies. Spielberg rips your heart out and Dante microwaves gremlins until they explode. Now THAT'S entertainment! For the whole family, no less.

Look, at the end of the day, you'll see a lot worse than How To Train Your Dragon, but I'm picking on it precisely because it's so offensively inoffensive and middle of the road. It's hardly illuminating and leaves little room for any real discourse of substance with your child.

"Enough," I say. Enough with the touchy-feelie, already.

THE FILM CORNER RATING: ** Two Stars

How To Drain Your Dragon is available on homevideo in a handy Blu-Ray/DVD combo from Dreamworks, but do your kids a favour - rent or buy something like Splice instead.