THE BEST MOVIE OF 1928

This was the year of the first true ‘talkie’, The Lights of New York, along with the first cartoon with a properly synchronized soundtrack, Disney’s Steamboat Willie, and the first ‘silent’ with a synchronised soundtrack, White Shadows in the South Seas.


THE LIGHTS OF NEW YORK

Director: Bryan Foy (USA).

Cast: Cullen Landis, Helene Costello, Wheeler Oakman, Gladys Brockwell.

Plot: A young man from Upstate New York is conned into fronting for a speak-easy on Broadway. (Source: IMDb.)

Review: A small confession: I didn’t actually watch The Lights of New York, apart from YouTube clips and also gleaned information from various web reviews. The blog is, very importantly, about enjoyment, and I didn’t want to spend an hour watching something with a scratchy soundtrack and dull plot. Historically, it was dynamite. The audiences loved it, and within 18 months, Hollywood was producing ‘talkies’ exclusively. So, apologies for skipping this one. Of historical interest, but not of great quality otherwise.

Score: from the bits I’ve seen, 1/10, and strictly because of the historical interest.


STEAMBOAT WILLIE

Mickey and Minnie (short for Minerva) Mouse.

Director: Walt Disney. (Ub Iwerks is usually credited, but Disney was the driving force.)

Cast: Walt Disney (vocals).

Plot: Mickey mouse plays the tune Turkey in the Straw over and over again, using various animals as instruments.

Review: Not the first Mickey Mouse appearance, neither the first cartoon with synchronized sound, but the first to do it moderately well with previous attempts achieving little more than childish flick-book quality.

It is, of course, difficult to really watch this in the spirit of it’s time, but all the same it is a dull affair. Is it made to entertain? Is it intended to amuse adults or children? Is it at any point funny? There is no danger, edge or risk-taking in the humour.

Score: 1/10.

The inspiration for the title was from the Buster Keaton (silent) movie of the same year, Steamboat Bill, Jr. The latter is most famous for the scene where Keaton escapes unscathed as buildings collapse around him.


Blue

Of mixed of American, French and Cherokee ancestry, Monte Blue endured tough times in his youth, living with destitute soldiers at one time and working as a coal miner and ranch hand at others. It was odd-jobbing that landed him in Hollywood, where he quickly built up a reputation as a romantic lead.

WHITE SHADOWS IN THE SOUTH SEAS

Director: W. S. Van Dyke (USA).

Cast: Monte Blue, Robert Anderson, Raquel Torres.

Plot: A down-an-out medic finds himself treated as a god by the inhabitants of an unexplored Pacific island, at a time when the introduction of European ideas are about to destroy the islanders’ idyllic lifestyle.

Review: Amongst the many black and white offerings from this period, particularly ones which portray aboriginal communities as low-brow, missionary-boiling, bongo-banging affairs, this was very refreshing. The majority of the cast were native Tahitians, with just the lead actors being from the US. The acting is pleasingly naturalistic, with only the occasional over-expressive look or gesture to remind us that this is a silent movie. The islanders are portrayed walking about, working, sleeping, working, drinking, hanging out … i.e., behaving just like normal people.

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Raquel Torres, a romantic lead and femme fatale for a brief period, abruptly retired on getting married in 1936, aged 27, and never even made a TV appearance after that. She died in 1987.

The male star of the movie is Monte Blue, a prolific actor who had credited and uncredited parts in score of movies into the 1960s. He plays a wastrel doctor, railing against the exploitation of the natives in the quest for pearls for western markets.

Blue is beaten up and cast adrift by one of the traders, only to land on an untouched inhabited island – a sort of Shangri La of the South Seas – where he falls for the chief’s daughter, Raquel Torres. When he discovers that the waters are rich in pearls there, even he becomes temporarily obsessed with finding them, until his love for the girl brings him back to his senses. Alas, too late to prevent traders from spoiling the island paradise.

‘Silent’ with qualifications. The soundtrack was pre-recorded, with effects and even vocals added. Evidently the sound recording technology was not available to make the leap into ‘talkie’ territory. The film is unique in other ways, with underwater scenes, long tracking shots and being made on location in Tahiti (not the Marquesas Islands as claimed in the film’s intro), for which it deservedly won an Oscar.

Score: 5/10.


So, the best movie of 1928 is …

WHITE SHADOWS IN THE SOUTH SEAS (5/10)

WSSS… because of the naturalism of the acting, pleasing lack of racial stereotypes, subtlety of storyline and imaginative camera work.


The next ‘The Best Movie of …’ will be the year 2005.


THE BEST MOVIE OF 1969

My random number generator having landed on 1969, it was an excuse to revisit a personal favourite, KRAKATOA, EAST OF JAVA. Also viewed was Michael Winner’s HANNIBAL BROOKS, and Oscar x 4 winning BUTCH CASSIDY AND THE SUNDANCE KID. I had considered ANDREI RUBEV, which various sources consider one of the most remarkable films of all time – a tall order for something 1960s, Russian ‘art house’, subtitled and black-and-white. I’ll save it for another day.


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Peter B. Kowalski (the directors son in a non-speaking part as the boy who has to be rescued), with Maximlian Schell and Diane Baker.

KRAKATOA, EAST OF JAVA

Director: Bernard L. Kowalski. (USA.)

Cast: Maximilian Schell, Diane Baker, and a cast of reliable character actors.

Plot: The captain of a tramp steamer races against time to save those he loves, and anyone else he can, from an erupting volcano.

Review: I’m not going to try to say anything clever about this movie. I saw it many years ago a couple of times on TV and being a geology buff thoroughly enjoyed it, as there aren’t many geology-themed movies about

It’s well made, and I would term it as being in ‘quality B-movie’ territory. The opening credits draw you immediately in, with previews of the explosions and drama to come. A bit like the shootouts that punctuate spaghetti westerns – Krakatoa regularly makes its presence felt with blasts and rumbles to remind you that it is there.

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The real star of the film, Krakatoa. The volcanic island is, of course, west of Java, not east. I’ve heard two versions about the error in the title, one that the film-makers just thought ‘east’ sounded better, the other that it was a publicity error, and that by the time it was noticed it was too late to change all the promotion material.

Acoustically rich, with either the churning of the steamboat engine, the background score, or Krakatoa grumbling away in the background, or even the occasional song. The character and scene-setting stage of the movie is conventionally corny without being embarrassingly so. It drags a little in the 3rd quarter, but then thing shift up gear rapidly as the final eruption begins. The director was not a regular big screen director apart from a few B- or C-movies, but was well familiar in TV circles, having a hand in almost every successful US series of the era, and the movie has a ‘soapy’ or TV feel at times.

Score: 3/10.


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Newman, Ross and Redford. Catherine Ross plays the enigmatic Etta Place, not just a movie invention but a real woman about whom little is known other than that she was well educated and may have came from the eastern US.

BUTCH CASSIDY AND THE SUNDANCE KID

Director: George Roy Hill. (USA.)

Cast: Robert Redford, Paul Newman, Katherine Ross.

Plot: The story of the latter careers of the eponymous outlaws.

Review: One of the biggest box-office draws of the year, but which I was going to avoid having seem it several times. However, it happened to be on TV a few days ago, and it looked more enjoyable than I recalled, so watched it yet again!

The first half was entertaining, although more a showcase for the carefully crafted banter between Paul Newman and Robert Redford than an honest attempt at telling the story of the two bandits. The core of the story is accurate, with the exception of the ending, which in real life was far less glamorous. They were doubtless not the loveable rascals portrayed here, being close associates of murderers and thugs, in spite of never having a murder directly connected to their own actions.

The second half of the film was less enthralling. There is an inventiveness about the movie which is nice, such as the photo montage section about a trip to New York. This came about because the production team had hoped to use the set of Hello Dolly! for this sequence, but they were only allowed to use stills from the film set. The final shootout is also well done, and a subtle artistic twist right at the end is memorable, and perhaps in keeping with the fact that there is no definite evidence that ‘Butch’ and ‘The Kid’ were actually there.

Still moderately enjoyable, although suffers a bit from being a rather self-possessed movie and having dated slightly. If you’ve never seen it, you won’t be disappointed. If you have seen it, it’ll pass the time well when there’s nothing else on.

Score: 3/10.


HANNIBAL BROOKSReed & elephant

Director: Michael Winner.

Cast: Oliver Reed, Karin Baal, Michael J. Pollard, Eida the Elephant.

Plot: An English prisoner-of-war is given the task of escorting an elephant across war-torn Germany.

Review: I’d never have expected to include Michael Winner in ‘The Best Movie of …’, but here he is, directing an enjoyable romp with Oliver Reed and Eida the Elephant as ‘Lucy’. The opening credits give part of the answer – the screenplay was by Dick Clement and Ian La Frenais, most famous at the time for the British comedy series The Likely Lads. Along with the moody Oliver Reed as their protagonist it works well.

eidaThere are elements of fact in the film. Eida the Elephant was indeed born in Asia (Thailand, not Ceylon as in the movie) and survived heavy bombing in Rotterdam Zoo. There was also a ‘Lucy’ in Munich Zoo during the war, cared for by British POW Tom Wright, who later wrote a fictionalized story about his experiences, which became the premise for this film.

This is straight entertainment. One can’t help feeling Reed had more sympathy and respect for the elephant than his colleagues. This was Reed’s ‘hellraising’ era when, like the character Kurt (played by prolific German actor Peter Carsten) he would get regularly drunk. The film was criticized when released for mixing comedy and violence. How times have changed. It has hints of Indiana Jones at times, and I’m sure the latter bumped off at least ten times as many Germans and with far less of an excuse for doing so.

Score: 4/10.

Another low-scoring year, but out of the three reviewed here the best movie of 1969 is …

HANNIBAL BROOKS (4/10)

Eida

Eida the Elephant and her co-star.

… because it is entertaining and original. Reed lends the movie a quality it might not have had, as do the supporting cast, which although not ‘big’ names, included many reliable British and European regulars. The score also adds quite a bit, being written by Love Story theme creator Francis Lai.


The next ‘The Best Movie of …’ will be the year 1928.


THE BEST MOVIE OF 2011

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Juliet and her Gnomeo. Unexpected fun, with an unusual cast list including Emily Blunt, Michael Caine, Maggie Smith, Ozzy Ozbourne, Patrick Stewart, Julie Walters, Hulk Hogan, Richard Wilson and Dolly Parton, and music by Elton John.

Where’s the quality? Of the various effects-laden franchises, Harry Potter, X-Men, Transformers, Pirates, etc., nothing immediately stood out as a ‘must see’ or ‘must see again’. A little different was the animated feature Gnomeo and Juliet, which I agreed to see under sufferance, but which turned out to be rather enjoyable. I’m looking forward to the sequel, Gnomeo and Juliet II: Sherlock Gnomes.

Struggled to find three accessible movies to watch and enjoy, dismissing several highly rated but sombre foreign productions. Eventually settled on J. Edgar (Leonardo DiCaprio), The Hunter (Willem Dafoe) and hoping for a bit more action, Mission Impossible 4: Ghost Protocol (Tom Cruise).


MISSION IMPOSSIBLE 4: GHOST PROTOCOL

Director: Brad Bird (USA)

Cast: Tom Cruise.

Plot: Somebody blows something up.

Review: Swayed by some positive IMDb comments, I gave this a go. In a year of sequels (Pirates 4, X-Men 5, Transformers 3, Harry Potter 7B, Sherlock Holmes 2) and sequel fodder (Thor, Captain America, Planet of the Apes), MI4 was amongst the dullest.

The screen time involves little more than various people typing frantically on keyboards, silly gadgets, Tom Cruise leaping about like a mad thing and unfunny ‘light relief’ quips.

The only brief part I found of any interest was a trip over the scenery of the United Arab Emirates.

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What a lot of camels.

Score: 0/10.


J. EDGAR

Director: Clint Eastwood (USA)

Cast: Leonardo DiCaprio, Armie Hammer, Naomi Watts.

Plot: The story of Hoover and the creation of the FBI, with a heavy focus on Hoover’s personal life.

Review: An unengaging movie which left me feeling very cold about the way the subjects had been depicted. The screenplay is heavy-handed, determinedly portraying Hoover as an obsessive, sexually befuddled individual with a mother fixation, with his alleged homosexuality increasingly the main theme. One asks, after one-and-a-half hours of this … what’s the issue here? There is no evidence that Hoover was inclined this way, and even if he was, so what?

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Leonardo DiCaprio as Hoover, young and old. The real J. Edgar.

Leonardo DiCaprio gives an excellent performance, and the make up department’s work on him is remarkable. Other actors don’t fare so well as they are ‘aged’, looking more and more like something from a French and Saunders sketch. Unfortunately, DiCaprio’s and the other actors’ performances aren’t used well, with Eastwood spending too much time pushing his own woolly political take on things. There’s probably a good story somewhere in the subject matter – Hoover and the early days of the FBI – but J. Edgar is not it.

Score: 2/10.


THE HUNTERWillem Dafoe

Director: Daniel Nettheim (Australia)

Cast: Willem Dafoe, Frances O’Connor, Sam Neill.

Plot: Willem Dafoe tries to hunt down the last surviving Tasmanian Tiger.

Review: An interesting, but at times odd movie. I found it interesting as much out of an interest in the wildlife than the plot, but it is also cinematographically very appealing, set amongst the grand Tasmanian landscape.

The last known living Tasmanian Tiger, filmed in cativity in 1920 shortly before its death.

The last known living Tasmanian Tiger, filmed in captivity in 1920 shortly before its death from neglect.

Willem Dafoe plays a hunter commissioned by some nefarious business organization to find and kill the last surviving Tasmanian Tiger, a dog-like marsupial that probably became extinct in the 1920s, but of which occasional rumors of survival occur to the present day. As cover he pretends to be an academic researching Tasmanian Devils, and lodges with a single mother and her two children, rapidly finding himself becoming involved in the daily life of the family.

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A Tasmanian Devil (Sarcophilus harrisii). Once considered a pest, the species is now endangered because a cancer-causing disease has caused the population to drop from 100,000 to 10,000 in a few years. It may soon exist only in captivity.

It plays as some sort of eco-drama, with a subplot of Sam Neill egging on local loggers to get rid of anyone or anything getting in the way of their activities. Defoe is clearly going to end up the good guy, in spite of shooting, flaying or trapping everything around him, one finds oneself inexplicably rooting for him.

A clever, off-the-beaten-track movie, beautifully shot in the Tasmanian outback. The more one thinks about it afterwards, the more loopholes one sees, but it is all the same a pleasant change to much else that is about.

Score: 5/10.


So, the best movie of 2011 is …

THE HUNTER (5/10)

Tasmania

It’s out there somewhere. Willem Defoe in The Hunter.

… because of it’s all-round quality and challenging screenplay. The movie was based on a novel written a decade earlier, which may explain the lack of references to the disastrous crash in Tasmanian Devil numbers in recent years.


The next ‘The Best Movie of …’ will be the year 1969.