Sal

I love James Franco & know how talented he is as an actor & now in art as well. I heard he had begun directing so when I saw his movie "SAL" up for viewing I dug right in; not knowing much about Sal Mineo I thought this could be fascinating. Boy was I wrong...and I mean BIG time wrong. This movie looks like something a pack of High-School film club wannabes attempted to make over their Summer break. No make that over their Christmas break.

The movies cinematography, if you can call a single light and one very shaky hand-held camera being filmed by some drunk pulled off the street entertainment, was actually boring and just totally substandard. The incessant & tedious closeups of the actors face, nose or eyes while doing some of the most mundane activities like the minutes long scenes of him smoking or driving were simply awful. No art form, no intrigue, no nothing. Any hope for cleverness remained nonexistent.

Music & sound were other factors that were flimsily handled as if they really didn't matter because all the closeups of the actors nose meant so much more. The overall flabbiness and lack of tension made this 90 minutes particularly painful. The inconsistent tenor of the sound throughout was choppy and uneven while sounding especially tinny, as if hastily grabbed from some stack of tunes noted from long ago. Were those scratches I heard?

Now the acting was particularly amateurish, calling upon memories of plays attempted when we were all of 14, cocky & convinced of our immense talents. I search for descriptives to somehow get across just how terrible this film is and I come up frustrated and empty...kind of like the movie itself. This is no experimental art film folks, it is simply a rotten flick for which you will kick yourself for spending the time and money. MISS IT!

As a fan of Sal Mineo and James Franco I was looking forward to this film. With a short running time I began to worry as the 30 minute mark was approaching and I was not getting into it.

This movie has parts similar to "The Brown Bunny" that terrible movie consisting of filming a driver wandering aimlessly and then ending with a surprisingly graphic unrelated sex scene. Only "Sal" omitted the surprise since of course the movie tells you at the very beginning how he dies. If you like Terrence Malick movies (I don't) with a dose of "Investigative Reports" you may enjoy it. If you are a fan of Sal Mineo you won't. The kind-of epilogue regarding the arrest of the killer seemed like an afterthought.

Franco said his intent was to capture the mundane typical activities of someone on the last day of their life without them knowing it is their last day. That doesn't make for an interesting movie. I suppose if the character was fictional and the death at the end was a shocking out-of-nowhere surprise it could be entertaining, like a "Twilight Zone" episode. But Sal Mineo was a real person and we know already that he was murdered in a pointless random act.

The tediousness of the opening workout scene (as appealing as a shirtless Val Lauren is), the smoking scenes, and the severely close-up conversation scenes, just dragged on and on. Even the play rehearsal scene was tedious and didn't tell us anything. I wanted to know who were the important people in Sal's life? Who were his friends? Did he have a relationship?

Maybe he really was a has-been actor desperately trying to convince friends to fill the seats of his off-off-off-Broadway play. But I was hoping for more. The copy-paste of real Sal's "Rebel" Oscar-nominated performance upped the contrast of what this movie could have been.

9 of 10 stars. James Franco Directs this film raw, and I mean that in a very good way. It brings to mind brilliant Directors like John Cassavetes. I know Martin Scorsese has a great appreciation for raw Directors like John Cassavetes, and Scorsese always seems to have a degree of this type of Directing in his films, but his film 'Mean Streets' is the one that comes to mind to me. The Cassavetes film (though they are all raw, with different nuances) would be 'The Killing Of A Chinese Bookie'.

It is refreshing to see this type of Directing which is incredibly hard to do, and let's face it, other than Scorsese and aspects of Stanley Kubrick, Directors typically do not have commercial success with this type of Directing; these films are made for Film lovers that like watching beautifully filmed and performed movies. So I appreciate that.

During certain scenes, Franco will use unique close up angles, have the camera stay on the person listening instead of talking, go from a close up to filming from around the corner, go from a focused close-up to a blur of the ceiling. A bunch of little marbles that keep the movie unbalanced but having a clear Direction both at the same time; all those little marbles add up to a huge pile of marbles that bring Directors like Cassavetes to the forefront of my mind, and the artistic feelings he would bring to his films.

Franco stars alongside Val Lauren. Franco is really only in one scene and we mainly hear his voice as the Director of a play that Sal Mineo is rehearsing for. Lauren plays Sal Mineo great, and really hits the mark highly, without overreaching.

The film mainly focuses around the last day of Mineo's life.

This film should not get mixed reviews, and I understand why, it's 'artistic' in its approach, but it's a great film, a great piece of Cinema.

It's the story of sal mineos last day on earth in detail. Sometimes to much detail. Like him lifting weights and the close ups of him eating. It gets better if you watch it a few times. I think James franco should have spent more time on the ending. Either way it's a tragic story of an innocent life snuffed out for no apparent reason.

The trouble with close-ups of two men eating lunch and discussing Sal Mineo's upcoming film is that we don't get much more than two men shoveling food in their mouths. I don't know why director Franco was so locked in to the close-up. Or why we get so much footage of Sal Mineo driving through LA in his Chevy Malibu. Without any dialog or view out the window, this is downright boring. The accompanying torch song (Pink Flamingos?) on the sound track was so loud I had to cover my ears. As for period authenticity, someone should have checked the script: in 1976 people did not use the expression, "You're good to go." —- not even the nurse as the health clinic.