Ronda de pasiones

The right to die in dignity ,which concerns us all , is still illegal in many a country.....

"The bramble bush" is an important film,weren't it only for its burning topic .

In 1981,in "whose life is it anyway? " ,Richard Dreyfuss ,paralysed after a car crash ,would ask for the right to die :as he was in a hospital ,it was not easy .

In Europa, recently ,some movies about assisted suicide were made in France ("quelques heures de Printemps" )and in Germany (und Morgen Mittag ,bin ich tot" ) but as it is illegal in both countries, death takes place in Switzerland .

It was all the more daring, risqué ,in the early sixties ; too bad it was given too melodramatic a treatment: nurse Angie Dickinson's affair with the go-getter lawyer with big ambitions in politics does not bring anything to the main plot ;and that the human doctor should be defended by such a cynical lawyer is not convincing.

But Burton ,as a tormented soul, wins the audience over ;when he depicts his childhood trauma , his talent does not need , like in too many works, the facile flashback :his words are enough ,such was the actor ; more than Barbara Rush's child , it's his merciful killing which infuriated and scandalized some people; if I were terminally-ill and suffering like Tom Drake,( "do it,but don't tell me when you're going to " ), I would be grateful to find a compassionate hand .

When you have the classical training that Richard Burton had you can make some of the worst tripe sound as profound as the classics. But even he had trouble with The Bramble Bush which is a third class ripoff of Peyton Place.

Burton is cast as a doctor in The Bramble Bush gone back to his Peyton Place like New England town on a consultation. A good friend from childhood, Tom Drake, is dying of incurable Hodgkin's Disease and he'd like for Burton to put an end to him in a humane manner. So would Drake's wife Barbara Rush so she can move on. Burton helps with her problem as well.

And he's also helping nurse Angie Dickinson with her situation as well. Angie's involved with bottom feeding lawyer Jack Carson and later on bottom of the ocean feeding city editor Henry Jones learns about the two of them. Angie would much prefer Burton and Burton obliges as best he can.

James Dunn's character is totally unexplained. Burton has a visceral hatred for him because he found him in bed with his mother back in the day as a kid. But why Dunn is trying to push himself in Burton's company is totally up in the air. Dunn does a good job as an alcoholic, sad to say in real life as well.

What might have been an interesting film on euthanasia instead becomes a trashy soap opera in The Bramble Bush. A whole cast of some really good players is wasted here.

No, not Elizabeth Taylor but a veteran actress just as beautiful and talented, maybe more so, a tall, trim brunette with deep-set brown eyes, lovely skin, and a great smile. She's the best thing in this post "Peyton Place" (1957) soap opera, very expressive as a dying man's wife who falls in love with his doctor (Burton). The picture features Angie Dickinson as a nurse who passively adores Burton, but she's already involved with a corrupt lawyer (Jack Carson). A murder results in a courtroom trial at the end. The drama tends to jump around a lot, but is bolstered by exceptional jazz and traditional musical score by Leonard Rosenman, and attractive imitation New England locations, in color.

The Bramble Bush reminded me a little of Portrait in Black. They're both melodramas with secrets, affairs, and cover-ups, and they're both about a doctor who makes a difficult decision about the health of his patient. They also both have flaws, so don't expect perfection.

Richard Burton, in a role that really doesn't showcase his talents, stars as a doctor called back to his small town at the request of his terminally ill friend, Tom Drake. There's a lot of bad blood in the town, and many reasons why he never wanted to return. And there's also no explanation as to why Dick has a Welsch accent and everyone else is American. His head nurse, Angie Dickinson, is harboring a years-old crush on him; but she's also having an affair with slick politician Jack Carson (who, miraculously, hasn't aged a day since 1948). James Dunn, the town drunk, riles Dick's temper at a mere glance.

This post-Code drama is full of taboo subjects, so if you like racy movies that really pushed the envelope and shocked audiences at the time, you've got to check this movie out. Richard Burton plays a real jerk, and he seems uncomfortable in the role, so don't judge him by this movie - but the story itself is very entertaining. Everyone makes terrific mistakes, and you'll be shouting at the television for the characters not to do what they're doing. Abortion, euthanasia, adultery, suicide, blackmail, and adultery are all key players in The Bramble Bush. I don't understand the title, though. Shoot Them on the Wing would have been better. Keep in mind this was made in 1961 and you'll be in great shape to be shocked.

"The Bramble Bush", a melodramatic adaptation of Charles Mergendahl's equally melodramatic novel, begins with a classy credits sequence highlighted by Leonard Rosenman's sexy-menacing score--and then the troubles begin. We get a pretty aerial view of the New England town the story takes place in, but the minute Richard Burton steps off the bus (telling the driver, "Check my bag, I'll pick it up later"), we can see it's the same Warner Bros. backlot from a hundred other movies. Burton visits his parents' graves in the tiny cemetery, with headstones so chintzy I half-expected them to bend in the breeze. Burton plays a "big city doctor," begrudgingly returning to his hometown where his doctor-father was so beloved they named the hospital after him! Burton's presence opens old wounds, has female hearts fluttering, and gets him in hot water with the father of his childhood friend, slowly dying and wanting to be put out of his misery. The phony sets and backdrops aside, the main problem with "The Bramble Bush" is Burton; enunciating as if this were a Shakespearean tragedy, the miscast star is painfully earnest, robotic and virtually expressionless throughout. The other cast members don't fare much better, although Angie Dickinson has a moment or two as a smitten nurse who begs Burton to love her. Director Daniel Petrie's rhythm is thrown off by the editing, which leaves scenes either chopped short or overextended (exposing the actors in the process, Burton in particular). The film is simply Warners' attempt to cash-in on the "Peyton Place" trend: plush potboilers featuring well-heeled mannequins suffering in their estates. But the public knew a stinker when it saw one, and "The Bramble Bush" was a justifiable failure. *1/2 from ****