Saturday, August 14, 2010

Film # 58: Kurosawa's Ran. 25th Anniversary (Aug 14)

Ran


1985, 161 min.
Directed by Akira Kurosawa






Saturday had been a date circled on the calendar since the beginning of the summer film series, and had been circled again (you know, for emphasis) ever since I had seen the 25th anniversary trailer for this film, Akira Kurosawa's Ran earlier this summer at The Paramount.



The Japanese film maker is considered one of the top few directors of the 20th century. He influenced generations of directors, including the American film school hotshots of the 1970s: Francis Ford Coppola, Martin Scorsese, Steven Spielberg, John Milius, Roman Polanski and George Lucas. If you know Kurosawa's style, it's clear they idolized him and emulated him when they could. Don't believe me? Check out these dapper fellows below in a photo from 1980.


That's Akira looking classy with the shades (age 70 at the time). Surrounding him in the photo are Coppola, Irvin Kershner (mentor of George Lucas and director of The Empire Strikes Back), Lucas, and Spielberg. Nice beards, guys. Yeesh.

In a long and distinguished career, Kurosawa made numerous great films. Ran was made when the old master was 74, and is the last of his cinematic epics. Although nearly three hours in length, it never drags or feels long (much like Coppola's Godfather films). It's a mark of a mature director. The story had time to unfold properly without being self-indulgent.

An adaptation of Shakespeare's King Lear, Ran sets the story in feudal Japan, making it a samurai tragedy. Powerful warlord Hidetora Ichimonji (Tatsuya Nakadai), is depicted as a respected man who appears to be losing a step physically due to his age. As his inner circle murmurs about his physical and mental capabilities, he abdicates his throne and divides his empire amongst his three sons. The eldest, Taro, receives the title of ruler of the land while his younger brother Jiro is given control of a lesser castle in the empire. A third son, Saburo, bluntly questions his father's decision and is promptly disowned and banished from the kingdom.

Hidetora may have relinquished the title, but acts as if absolute rule still resides with him. He invites himself to live as a guest in Taro's castle, but quickly butts heads over the issue of authority. At the urging of his wife, Lady Kaede, the new lord tries to rein in his father with a list of indignant demands. Bristling at the prospect of having to actually act as a guest instead of lord of the manor, dad packs up and heads for Jiro's castle. From there, characters begin to make power plays and the Ichimonji clan edges closer towards total collapse due to pettiness, jealousy, vendettas, and plain ol' human nature.

Previously, most of the films I've seen of Kurosawa's were black and white, so the appearance of color in this film took a few minutes to get used to. As the movie went on, I found myself admiring the use of color itself to help identify and define characters. Kurosawa cast each of the brothers with a different primary color that reflects their personalities. Taro and his armies are clad in yellow, and his weak leadership abilities fall right in line with the color choice. Jiro is the middle child and draped in red. Like Mars himself, he could be referred to as a lord of war. Jiro is a stronger leader than Taro, but his eagerness towards conflict only accelerates the descent of the family. Saburo (always dressed in blue) is the pragmatist and, although exiled, shows a calmer demeanor than his older siblings.

I found myself loving what Kurosawa does with these palettes at his disposal. Ran is vibrant and beautiful to watch. The cinematography is epic in scope, showing different terrains of Japan. Some landscape is lush while others are more barren and war torn. There is a symmetry of the land itself reflecting the deteriorating mental state of Hidetora himself. Wandering aimlessly through his countryside, the land becomes increasingly desolate and rocky. To him, it's a world of jagged edges and decay, with increasing hellish tones.

The drama is captivating, but the battles raged during the film are intense and magnetic themselves. Conflicts rage and buckets of blood are spilled. Oh? And did I mention they are very graphic?. I wasn't expecting the level of bloodshed in Ran, and wondered if I should add Mel Gibson to the list of Kurosawa devotees. Anyone who was in awe of Braveheart's warfare would not be disappointed here.

But there is still poetry and artistry in the bloodshed. The major battle scene takes place about in hour into the film, and is a tour de force. An ambush occurs at an abandoned castle, and the majority of the fighting occurs onscreen with no ambient noise at all. The scene is accompanied solely by the film's score, and it's haunting and powerful. After several minutes, the conflict slows to near silence... until a death is punctuated by a single rifle shot. The cracking of the rifle seems so loud and startling, I literally jumped in my seat. After that sound, all hell breaks loose once again, and the war rages on for several more minutes to a fiery conclusion. This sequence is simply brilliant in execution. The combat rages like an inferno, spreading like wildfire on screen while taking the audience's breath away.

Ran is also populated by many interesting characters in addition to the Ichimonji family. I was fascinated by Kurogane, Jiro's right-hand man who brings attention to the manipulation he observes but may be powerless to stop it. Kyoami, the court jester, is the kind of fool who tells it like it is as he clowns around. Although often silly, his words continue to have gravity as he is the lone witness to Hidetora's complete descent into madness. Oh, and I can't leave out he aforementioned Lady Kaede, who I kept viewing as a version of Lady Macbeth. The audience grew to hate her so much, one could feel a palpable tension when she was on screen.

But as the world crumbles around him, Hidetora remains the center of the film. Although distressing to watch, the audience comes to realize that the tragic events are the results of the seeds he has sown as a warlord. Spoils of war often come at a great cost to many except the victor, so there is a sense of karma in what befalls the Ichimonji empire. His soul comes under attack from the ghosts of his past deeds as he blindly wanders the ruins of his domain. The film reaches its tragic conclusion with a heavy heart. The audience sees Hidetora's downfall as more than just one man misfortune, it is the very tragedy of mankind itself.

A film made near the end of his illustrious career, Ran speaks volumes about Kurosawa's ideas regarding the human condition, and it's not a pretty picture. We are blind, and teetering on the edge of our own destruction. Man's flaws are as elemental as the landscape and the clouds in the sky, and his downfall is as inevitable as the setting of the sun.

As for myself, I am pleased that I finally got to see this masterpiece. And on the big screen, no less. The restored anniversary print was gorgeous, and the story never lets go of your attention. Akira Kurosawa may have ceded his cinematic legacy in the late 20th century to the likes of Spielberg and Lucas, but unlike Hidetora, he was no foolish or senile old man. He remained a master of film until the very end of his days. Luckily for us, his films can live on for years to come. Ran serves as a reminder of his lasting brilliance, and thankfully also reminds us that the best samurai epic of the past quarter century did not, in fact, star Tom Cruise.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Films # 56 & 57: British Film Noir (Aug. 12)

Odd Man Out
1947, 116 min.
Directed by Carol Reed

Brighton Rock
1947, 92 min.
Directed by John Boulting





I must admit, prior to Thursday afternoon, I was pretty indifferent towards the British film noir double feature playing that night. I hadn't heard of either title before, so I looked them up on Wikipedia so I could read a synopsis and know what to expect. Imagine my surprise when I saw the leads of the two respective films. James Mason in Odd Man Out? O Rly??? I am a Mason fan, but most of his work I'm familiar with is from his later years (pretty much anything post-Lolita). And what do we have here? Richard Attenborough? In Brighton Rock? Playing a hood??? I was intrigued.

What really sealed the deal, though, were the film makers involved with each movie. You see, my favorite all-time film is The Third Man. My initial interest in the movie as a youth was my fandom towards Orson Welles, but as I revisited the film over the years my appreciation continued to grow. It is, in my head, a near flawless film. One where all the pieces come together and create something amazing. The director of that was Carol Reed, with a screenplay written by the renown author Graham Greene. So who do I see listed as the director of Odd Man Out? Carol Reed. And who wrote the screenplay to Brighton Rock? A mister Graham Greene. Ok, now I'm excited. I arrived at the theatre with greater expectations, and an appetite to devour today's cinematic offerings.

Odd Man Out is a bit of a fugitive film painted in the shadowy tones of film noir. Set in Belfast after World War II, it tells the story of a city hunting for an inportant man wounded during a robbery. The heist was a cash grab to replenish the funds of a wanted "organization," of which Johnny McQueen (James Mason) is a local leader. Although never stated, it is certainly implied that the organization is, in fact, the IRA. McQueen is shot in the midst of the daytime raid, and falls off of the getaway car during the escape. Left in the war torn bowels of Belfast, he stumbles into an empty bomb shelter and awaits capture, not knowing if it will be his allies or the police.

Mason is normally a dashing and soft spoken fellow in his roles, and I was looking forward to charm coming at me in spades. Alas, he spends most of the movie bleeding out and suffering hallucinations. In fact, it's safe to say that his 24 hours exposed in Belfast is an increasingly surreal experience. McQueen crosses paths with barking dogs, children, young lovers, good Samaritan old nurses, drunken revelers, a bird keeper and a crazed painter. That's a crazy night that wouldn't be matched until Martin Scorsese made After Hours in 1985.

What I also found fascinating was the supporting characters. Like satellites revolving around a planet, they all gravitate towards the plight of this man for different personal reasons. Some wish to save him, some incarcerate him, some to sell him, one to paint him, and one woman only wants to escape with his love. The performances across the board are mostly solid (the accents are all over, though), save for the crazed painter (Robert Newton, who for some reason was given second billing despite not showing up until about 70 minutes or so). My two favorite supporting characters were the kindly but sensible Father Tom (W.G. Fay) and the lead inspector, played by Denis O'Dea. The Inspector kept my attention because he was no fool. Smooth and intelligent, it's the type of role normally played by... well, James Mason.

Without a doubt, the strength of Odd Man Out is director Carol Reed. Here he displays a strong command of the moody atmosphere. It's a beautifully photographed and constructed film. Belfast is given such character, not just by way of locales and inhabitants, but by the shadows that provide a myriad of places to hide. So many techniques here would later be used in The Third Man: low angles, dark corridors, chases, wet streets, foggy and misty foregrounds, and foreign cities. Here, Reed even uses snowfall towards the end of the movie that adds a tenderness to the whole ordeal.

Where I think Odd Man Out lacks is the screenplay. I'm not saying that the direction is superb and the story is crap, but one clearly hides the flaws of the other. The plot is simple, and I appreciate that, but I feel the screenplay adds too many elements (not knowing that a proper director would make the leaner material work). I feel there are too many mini sub-plots, and some characters and scenes could have easily been cut. As a result, the second half feels much more tedious than the first. At a few different moments, I kept mentally wishing the movie would move along already. The entire movie is top heavy, and the narrative wears thin. The power of the story is driven by McQueen's journey and the key people pursuing him, so repetitive scenes of little boys fighting in the streets and unnecessary characters like the painter seem like a waste of screen time. There's about thirty minutes towards the end where the night feels more ridiculous than surreal. While the writer was likely going for a sense of catharsis at the conclusion; what I felt instead was relief.

I'm aware that I sound like I'm coming down hard on the screenplay, but it doesn't derail this otherwise very good film. Based on a book published two years prior, the missteps are likely from adapting the source material too closely. Sometimes it's ok to snip and trim, guys. Really, it is. All in all, I feel Carol Reed's direction here serves as a great primer to his masterpiece, The Third Man, to be released a few years later. Odd Man Out is still highly recommended, but alas isn't currently available on DVD or Blu. Wait for a late night screening on TCM or try to catch it on Netflix streaming.

I literally had no idea what to expect from Brighton Rock. I was completely thrown by the concept of Richard Attenborough as a hood. This guy? Really? He directed Gandhi, Cry Freedom and Shadowlands! He played John Hammond in Jurassic Park! He was Santa Claus in that crappy Miracle on 34th Street remake. Santa Claus!!


It was going to take a lot for me to look past the recent rosy career Attenborough has made. Every time I look at him, I always think, "He has a T-Rex."

Anyways... Brighton Rock is based on the novel by Graham Greene. The story centers around gangster Pinkie Brown, whose gang of thugs try to muscle their way around sunny Brighton. I had wondered why I hadn't heard of this film before, and when I researched further, I found out why. According to IMDB, it was released as "Young Scarface" here in the states. Seriously? That's a horrible title, and sounds like a prequel for the 1932 Paul Muni film. Pssh, movie marketers.

Brown is a sociopathic criminal who is presented as a ice-cold youth. Oddly, he kills a man early in the film but seems unwilling to keep committing crimes to cover it up. As a character, Pinkie is a strange sort of fellow, and the casting of Attenborough doesn't help make him a hardened character. He comes across as more of a dandy than a killer, with a tailored suit, a fedora tilted "just so," a soft voice, and fairly gentle eyes. Pinkie also often wears a vacant and inexpressive stare that made me question his intelligence rather than his morality. In addition, Pinkie's intimidation tactic to his allies and foes appears to be making cat's cradles. No I'm not joking. Some tough guys merely smoke cigarettes or flip coins, but not Pinkie. Why string? I couldn't tell you. Perhaps he thought using a yo-yo would look too ridiculous.

Even with the flaws in the character, I do acknowledge that he is the best thing in the film. He's also the only thug named "Pink" until Steve Buscemi comes along 45 years later. Overall, I found the movie uneven and overly long. This would have made for a fine short film or perhaps an episode of some TV anthology series (something like an "Alfred Hitchcock Presents"). As a feature, it loses steam rather quickly. The opening is so well made and edited, where Pinkie and his crew stalk their prey like a predator. This hunt culminates in an intense and scary murder scene in an amusement park "house of horrors" type of ride. However, it's the aftermath of this crime (and the bulk of the entire film) that let me down.

Pinkie has to deal with two loose ends from his crime. One is a older woman who had just met the man who got whacked at the beginning of the film. When the police dismiss the death as a suicide, she makes it her personal mission to prove otherwise. Her apparent disregard for the dangers of investigating a murder annoyed me. Who does she think she is? I kept waiting for a confrontation with Pinkie where he offed her too, but I was disappointed. The other loose end was a waitress who could shatter an alibi. Pinkie finds out and solves this loose end by... marrying her. Whaaaa? Can we inject some logic into this screenplay?

As the movie dragged on, I came to the conclusion that Pinkie Brown is just not a very good criminal. There's an older woman hounding him, a new bride to deal with, and real gangsters moving in on his turf. WWSFD (What would Scarface Do)? I'll tell you what. The prescription for this is to kill more people. I mean come on. He's already a murderer, right? Take the plunge, go the full "Grand Theft Auto," and go nuts. Was he afraid to mess up his hat or get his suit dirty? I mean what kind of method of silencing a witness is it to marry them? Yeah, that'll teach her a lesson.

So yeah, Brighton Rock may have been moody and atmospheric at times, but I would not consider it a film noir classic. I know it's highly regarded, but perhaps it's endured more on reputation than on its merit. After all, who dares speak ill of Graham Greene? Heck, even I won't, but I'm willing to wager the book was better. I noticed that there is a remake in the works, and I'm curious to see what that offers. Perhaps it can iron out a few wrinkles in Pinkie's tailored suit this time. Just don't call it "Young Scarface" again. That will attract a whole different demographic, likely expecting more Al Pacino and his little friend.

Despite this, I was still pleased with the night's offerings at the end of the features. It's always nice to experience something new, and to be reminded that British cinema means more than Hitchcock, Merchant Ivory, James Bond or Harry Potter. Both films this evening paved the way for other works. Now that I think about it, perhaps Pinkie Brown had an influence on how Stanley Kubrick would later portray Alex DeLarge in A Clockwork Orange. Such things are up for debate. One thing is for sure. It did reaffirm that true collaborative brilliance is a rare thing and shouldn't be taken for granted. So I guess one could say that tonight turned out to be a lesson in curbing my enthusiasm. but you and I know that will only be temporary. Tomorrow I wake up hungry for more. More film, and more experiences.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Films # 54 & 55: Jack Nicholson Double Feature (Aug. 6)

Five Easy Pieces
1970, 98 min.
Directed by Bob Rafelson

Prizzi's Honor
1985, 129 min.
Directed by John Huston





Gah. I must still have Vegas on the brain. As a movie fan, I should think of Nicholson when I hear the word "Jack," but right now my first thoughts are of casinos and card suits. Shame on me...

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Films # 52 & 53: John Hughes Double Feature (Aug 3)

Ferris Bueller's Day Off
1986, 103 min.
Directed by John Hughes

Pretty in Pink
1980, 96 min.
Directed by Howard Deutch





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