Manuel

I truly enjoy the old classic films and although the first 30 minutes of this film starts off a bit slower than I would have preferred director Victor Fleming certainly makes up for it with a classic tale of a young man's spiritual and mature growth during the remaining 87 minutes.

The story features a young boy named Harvey Cheyne (Freddie Bartholomew) whose wealthy industrialist father Mr. Cheyne (Melvyn Douglas) spoils his young son with money and supplies his son with his own personal staff to allow Mr. Cheyne to focus on his business empire all the while his neglected son decides to take advantage of every situation. In many situations the young Harvey is bribing his way through life at such an early age in a way that most of us just could not fathom. The director has done a good job in showing us what can happen to a young man who is not receiving the proper guidance and little attention from his single parent.

So young Harvey who is sailing on the high waters and again neglected by his father is not playing fairly with some other youngsters when he accidentally falls off of his father's ship and into the ocean without any life raft or rescue ring buoy. As he realizes he might drown a Portuguese sailor named Manuel (Spencer Tracy) scoops him out of the hands of death and brings him back on to a 20 man crew fishing vessel. Over the next few months at seas we see a very slow but gradual change in the way that the spoiled and bratty Harvey looks at life.

You see, Harvey first gets a hard backhander slap directly across the side of his face from the ship's Captain Disko (Lionel Barrymore who is the great Uncle of current actress Drew Barrymore) for talking back to the captain inappropriately. Gradually as Harvey spends every waking moment on this smelly, slimy, wet fishing vessel with his savior Manuel as his only guide and conscious how he must behave amongst men of fishermen, Harvey has a transformation for the betterment of mankind. Harvey learns what team work, sacrifice, and hard work can do for a young man as he interacts with Manuel, Captain Disko and his son Dan (a 17 year old Mickey Rooney), and fellow seaman Long Jack (John Carradine) as they fish in the ocean and face the high seas and mother nature.

This film is not all about a happy ending but more about life's hard lessons and reality that we can learn more about ourselves and who we really are by allowing others to show us the way, as our fathers and grandfathers, and mothers and grandmothers showed us. This is a memorable film not only for its time some 80 years ago, but the message this film still holds true today. "Life is not about who wins the race...but more about how memorable your journey was and who remembers you when you are gone.

A movie like this could only have been made in the early days of cinema. Before the days when fancy camera angles, careful editing, and computer-effects combine to make any pretty-boy a big star, movies had to rely on genuine talent on the part of child actors.

Nowhere is this more evident than with Freddie Bartholomew. The character he plays is a spoiled rich-kid, used to getting his own way and obnoxious with everyone he meets. Yet he plays the role in such a way that we can sympathize with him, rather than detest him. We understand the character, but we do not hate him.

Watch any similar movie made today, and the child actors will whine and sneer and have smart-mouthed replies to everything. In this movie, however, the character is not taken to that extreme, and when he makes his transition in the film we are able to love him, and are able to forget how horrid he was before.

The boy can truly act. When he cries for his loved ones, we cry with him. When he is happy, we are able to smile. And when he does something foolish, we do not get the urge to punch him in the face. The character is attractive by the end of the film, and that is a quality which few (if any) child actors possess today.

If you want to see a touching movie with superb acting and genuine emotion, this is the one.

Captains Courageous (1937)

You might think this movie will come off as old-fashioned and stale, a old Kipling yarn filmed in the 1930s in black and white. Well don't pre-judge this! It's really good. Fast, energetic, touching, and filled with good acting and great filming. It even has a moral tale that doesn't smack you as sentimental, but is a good reminder of what counts in life.

The main character is a rich boy who obviously needs to learn some lessons in humility and honor. And he's played with real perfection by the young English actor Freddie Bartholomew who had a five year heyday of great roles and great performances with classic adventure stories told on film. And there are parallels here of bigger tales like "Kidnapped" (1938) and "David Copperfield" (1935), with a child intersecting the world of adults and its perils.

His adult friend is the bigger star, Spencer Tracy, who does a good job though I've never quite loved his style of acting. Here he plays a Portuguese sailor with a half an accent and it's the one problem in the film. Next to him in a big role is Lionel Barrymore, who recognizably makes for a quirky captain of the fishing boat. He's great. And so are the other side characters, including a whole slew of big names from the time (John Carradine and Mickey Rooney are probably most famous now).

Much of the film is a low key adventure film. It's aimed at kids the way "The Wizard of Oz" is aimed at kids—meaning it's great for adults, too, and there are a few things snuck in to keep older viewers attuned. Director Victor Fleming went on to direct "Oz" and much of "Gone with the Wind" in two years, and you can feel his Hollywood expertise in every scene here. This is not a stiff 1930s movie if your head is in that mode. Fleming (with photographer great Harold Rosson, who shot "Oz" and a hundred others) makes it vivid and wondrous. The mix of studio shots and authentic sea footage (made with a second film crew in the North Atlantic) is brilliantly handled—no back projection goofs here.

I really liked this movie. It's straight up filmic storytelling. No distractions, no bumbling. Give it a go and be surprised.

When a movie can appeal to children and grown-ups ,it 's really worthwhile.Such is the case with Victor Fleming's very moving "captain courageous" .Spencer Tracy gives an outstanding performance as Manuel and his songs and his hurdy-gurdy are a wonderful plus.The films has a very well-constructed screenplay:a long prologue which shows the brat living in a world of luxury;then the part on the boat where the boy discovers that money does not count anymore in the tough world of the fishermen;and then a rather long epilogue including a ceremony for the dear departed that will move you to tears.

Ridley Scott's "White squall" (1996) was an updated veiled remake of "captain courageous "but innocence and emotion had disappeared,and hints at the Vietnam War at the end of the movie were obnoxious.

I dare anyone to sit through this film with dry eyes! Especially people of the male persuasion. There is simply no way it can be done.

Young teen Freddie Bartholomew is a snotty, spoilt brat, and on a cruise with his dad he falls overboard and is rescued by Portuguese fisherman Spencer Tracy who takes him to Captain Lionel Barrymore's commercial fishing ship. They can't afford to go give up their fishing to take the arrogant kid back to land, and so Freddie is forced to spend three months with the crew, gradually mellowing into a nice boy and evolving into a rugged, no-nonsense kid who dotes on Tracy's rough and ready Manuel.

Victor Fleming was never the most subtle of directors, and this adaptation of Kipling's story does not thrive on its wealth of detail or the ambiguity of emotion, but its sweep is epic and its heart so real that you feel you have been on a roller-coaster-ride. I loved the reels of the men fishing and preparing the fish, it had a nice documentary feel to it, akin to the silent 'Down to the Sea in Ships' that 'Captains Courageous' resembles a lot at times. The cinematography is beautiful, the mist and fog captured with finesse.

But this film is all about acting. Spencer Tracy got an Oscar for his acting as Manuel, cast against type. And although his performance verges on the sentimental, it never actually tips over. But the film belongs to Freddie Bartholomew who surely must have been tempted to overboard with emotion, but, miraculously, never does. This boy was an astute and intuitive actor, and he never sets a foot wrong. Mickey Rooney shines in an itsy bitsy part as the captain's son. He never tries to steal any scenes from Bartholomew (as one suspects he might, and could!), but concentrates on a brisk, matter-of-fact performance of this young pro of the sea, every movement he makes seems exactly right, again almost documentary-like.

Watch this film if you get the chance. They don't come much better, and yes, it will make you bawl and sob. Be warned.