The Cry Baby Killer

I actually had and read a vintage copy of the movie tie-in novelization (it wasn't a pre-existing novel), and faintly remember it being not-bad--at least it suggested the movie might be a nice little j.d. Thriller. Yet the film turned out to be surprisingly hard to see, so I didn't until just now. And it was a disappointment.

Yes, there's the curiosity value of seeing Nicholson in his debut role, and he's OK. But a decent story premise is poorly handled by the director (who did a whole lot of TV episodes, but this remained his sole theatrical feature), with little control over pacing, tone, the intended social critique, tension, a consistent level of acting, etc. Roger Corman apparently was disappointed too, because the film was a commercial failure (he'd never had one before), and he felt while he was busy with other things some of the more immediate participants made changes that weakened its potential.

It's a low-budget stab at something like "Ace in the Hole" or "Dog Day Afternoon," an indictment of police, press and public response to a crisis that could have been quietly defused rather than recklessly blown into a circus. But the moralizing point is confused, and the movie settles for halfhearted stereotypes and an air of watered-down sensationalism. It doesn't even have the vigor or vulgarity to be good drive-in trash. The music is often inappropriate (we get cocktail-lounge sounds when we're supposed to be wracked with suspense), and the title song is awful.

Nicholson tries to give a real performance, and some of the actors are OK as well, but the film undermines them by not seeming to trust its material--it seems to vaguely disdain this story, without having the wit to make fun of it, or the tangible smarts to suggest the makers are actually "better than this." Actually, they're worse--"Cry Baby Killer" could have been a neat little intersection of "Rebel Without a Cause" and "The Sadist," but instead it's just a poorly made programmer with curiosity value because a future legend is in it.

Entertaining 50's B-Movie. In an era of over acting the B-Movies of this timeline occasionally strip that off a bit and come across more realistic. With saying that this was not completely void of that curse as some still had the theatrical urges to over perform.

Without beating around the bush, the movie dives straight into it with Jimmy getting a beatdown. Jimmy Wallace (Jack Nicholson) is a good kid, who has recently lost his girl to hoodlum Manny Cole (Brett Halsey). A serious of events transpire when Jimmy attempts to win back the absolute stunning Carole Fields (Carolyn Mitchell). Carole is the true tragedy in this film, whether she is easily led or is afraid to leave Manny for fear of what he might do to her or Jimmy, isn't fully deciphered, but it is obvious she still cares for Jimmy. And the poor girl is the brunt of blame from everybody, the cops, Jimmy's parents, the hoodlum's da and even Julie who works in the diner can't say a good word about Carole.

Can Jimmy win back his girl and can Lt. Porter (Harry Lauter) the most laidback cop in the history of television, bring the situation under control without lives being lost. Will they listen to Carole who could actually bring the whole hostage crisis to an end?

The acting is pretty good, especially the main cast and apart from Jack Nicholson, Brett Halsey, Carolyn Mitchell and Harry Lauter. Some others really standout including Ralph Reed as Joey one of Manny's punks with his own agenda and Julie played by Lynn Cartwright.

It does have its plot holes but a very good viewing, easy to watch and just over an hour long so you can squeeze it in when short on time.

For the cheesemeister fans: The police have a conundrum about approaching the building that Jimmy is held out in, in case he sees them, but the only window is about 8ft high.

6.5*

Cry Baby Killer, The (1958)

*** (out of 4)

This is somewhat of a Holy Grail for me because I've been dying to see this flick since I became a fan of Jack Nicholson back in the late 80s. I've been pretty lucky to know people who own rare movies but not a single one ever had this film and in fact, I never he knew anyone who had actually seen it. In the film Nicholson (in his debut) plays a hot headed teen who is upset when the town's tough guy steals his girl. After being jumped, Nicholson gets ahold of a gun, kills the tough guy and then takes another man, a woman and her baby hostage. A tough as nails cop (Harry Lauter) tries to talk him out as the television station and onlookers gather outside. This moral/teenage flick is in the same vein as Rebel Without a Cause but it stands out due in large part to being Nicholson's debut. I wouldn't say he gives a good performance as he goes way too over the top in a few scenes but you can see certain trademarks that'll show up in some of his classic performances. The scenes with him screaming at the crying baby get some unintentional laughs as does a few other scenes but this just adds to the cult appeal. Since this film is on DVD now I'm sure it will become a cult classic of the Drive-In teenage films. Producer Roger Corman and screenwriter Leo Gordon have cameos.

I wanted to see THE CRY BABY KILLER since very long (probably 2020) because it's Jack Nicholson's debut and in that period of time he used to look a lot like me. Last October I finally saw it and while I didn't loved it I found it just ok.

Jimmy Wallace (Nicholson) comes in contact with Manny Cole (Brett Halsey) and his gang when he is in a diner and tries to defend his girlfriend. After Manny and his thugs beat him and take his girl, Jimmy goes in the usual hideout of Manny's gang and after stealing a gun Jimmy shoots to Manny's cohorts. Since he's afraid of having shot them he flees in a grocery store that was about to close and takes hostage the clerk, his wife and kid. Police arrives and a large crowd waits outside the store with the police trying to make Jimmy go out, and they'll eventually succedd but it's best if you see the movie for yourselves.

The plot is typical for an exploitation movie of that time but what makes this one unique is not only Nicholson's debut but his performance in that it looks like he was phagocytizing some of his next characters (especially ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO'S NEST and SHINING) and as usual he didn't disappoint. And just for this I'd recommend this.

Jack Nicholson made his debut on the big screen with this acceptable thriller from the series B, subsection youth and violence, produced by Roger Corman, in which he shares the cast with Carolyn Mitchell, a beautiful and young actress totally forgotten, who shortly after the end of filming would become nothing more and nothing less than the fourth wife of Mickey Rooney before passing away tragically.

Virtually the entire career of the director, Jus Addiss, was focused on television, and that is something that shows for good in the planning and staging of the film, with a sustained rhythm and without ups and downs. The youthful story of love, jealousy and violence in which Nicholson takes refuge in a small grocery store armed with a gun and with hostages is nothing to write home about and even focuses more on what happens around those hours than in the Nicholson himself, who in his performance already accurately outlines some of the grimaces of a patient with hemorrhoids that later made him famous. But the movie, I already said, is quite effective and has its charm, especially in the opening sequences in the dive where Mitchell and the badass thug for which she has left Nicholson (Brett Hasley) are whisteling sweet nothings surrounded of some other guys.

Without lacking from a sociological point of view, although seasoned with humor, the usual morality of the B-series movies of the time that deal with the subject of youth and delinquency, another of its assets is the elegant and beautiful presence as a secondary role of Lynn Cartwright, a lady who would later have a long career in projects of a different kind. Among the presences that one cannot fail to notice in the large casting there is also, although it does not even appear in the credits, the always friendly and usual characteristic of the Corman gang at that time, Bruno VeSota, a guy who always gives a consistent looking to the shots and that, as director, that same year he had done for the "The Brain Eaters". As with Corman everyone did everything, may be someone told him to stay and gave him a phrase so that the tape in its final section would not decay.

In the same way that in moments of tension, the soundtrack resorts to more sandunguero Latin jazz, in the vein of Gillespie's Latinbop, so that things do not go downhill. Those are the kind of things that are appreciated in this type of cinema.