Guy_T
Entrou em fev. de 2000
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Classificação de Guy_T
Clearly a product of the Corman School, Sayles's first major screenplay shows that he already knew how to tell a great story from an interesting angle, something he has never forgotten how to do.
Director Teague keeps the pace rattling along, and hammers the message home fast (he was an occasional assistant to Sam Fuller, of course).
The plot's quite straightforward, and all the better so - this packs something of the punch of the 30's classic gangster films, but with distinctly 70's sensibilities to violence.
Where the film becomes more interesting than your average low-budget 'gangster-exploiter', however, is in the telling of the story through her eyes, rather than his (a distinctly 70's approach). Yet it's wonderfully ambiguous, on reflection, as to whether the film champions her willingness to break away and start acting for herself (she's a great strong character), or whether she just goes from one woman in peril situation to the other (which is the plot, basically).
I've probably over-analyzed it already, but if you've got a spare hour and a half on your hands, give it a chance. A classic of its kind.
Director Teague keeps the pace rattling along, and hammers the message home fast (he was an occasional assistant to Sam Fuller, of course).
The plot's quite straightforward, and all the better so - this packs something of the punch of the 30's classic gangster films, but with distinctly 70's sensibilities to violence.
Where the film becomes more interesting than your average low-budget 'gangster-exploiter', however, is in the telling of the story through her eyes, rather than his (a distinctly 70's approach). Yet it's wonderfully ambiguous, on reflection, as to whether the film champions her willingness to break away and start acting for herself (she's a great strong character), or whether she just goes from one woman in peril situation to the other (which is the plot, basically).
I've probably over-analyzed it already, but if you've got a spare hour and a half on your hands, give it a chance. A classic of its kind.
Enfield and Baker, who were later to form their own production company, team up here with a divinely hammy Patrick McGoohan, and a cast of virtual unknowns who would later rise to fame, for a great ripping yarn that doesn't fail to excite.
It's strong on action and character, and keeps you guessing to how they're gonna' sort it all out. And Enfield, who had interesting political statements to make through his movies, leaves it until very near the end to ram his point home with uncompromising directness.
They don't make British films like they used to, and that's for sure. A golden gem.
It's strong on action and character, and keeps you guessing to how they're gonna' sort it all out. And Enfield, who had interesting political statements to make through his movies, leaves it until very near the end to ram his point home with uncompromising directness.
They don't make British films like they used to, and that's for sure. A golden gem.
Great premise of a movie - owes an awful lot to Altman, and Short Cuts in particular (attempted suicide in garage, lecherous cop, reunion of relatives in face of imminent death, supernatural occurance etc being the narrative similarities; multiple stories of everyday confused folk being the subject matter; 'aren't folk messed-up' being the common theme...) [If only they'd kept it in the style of the three opening stories (of stuff that just happened) throughout the movie...?]
Yet somehow Altman is a better storyteller - P.T. Anderson is a master of issue avoidance - how many times did he dodge the crux of a scene, having a character say "The thing about my problem/idea is..." at the crucial dramatic peak, before cutting away to the next person. We got to see who these people were, and how they were different from each other, but very little about what made these well delineated individuals actually tick.
Similarly, inter-cutting several different stories as they reach their little climaxes is no substitute for making any one climax moving/dramatic. A cop struggling around in the rain for his gun is not made any more or less involving for the intercutting with a kid not answering questions on a TV show because he needs the bathroom. And with Tom Cruise sitting out an interview in silence, and a nurse on perpetual hold on a telephone being thrown into the mix, it's more a case of anti-climaxes than climaxes - so why the histrionic, tension building crescendos on the sound-track?!?
Only the 'plague of frogs' ending really elevated it onto something wholly original, but it did keep going... and going... (again, anti-climaxes).
The performances - well, most of the praise has been given, and the majority has been justified. Cruise got an Oscar nomination, and Philip Seymour Hoffman is flavour of the month with the independent cinema crowd; Julianne Moore has done her best work for both Altman and Anderson. Yet watch how all three have key scenes with Jason Robards, the real pro in the film as far as I am concerned. He demonstrates a sureness of touch with underplaying his scenes to just the right degree, not flinching as the others spit out the sawdust from chewing the scenery by comparison. Alright, it's a difficult role to go wrong with by compared to them, but notice that he neither responds melodramatically when they interact with him, nor lies there completely silently and still like so many other movie-patients - a really well judged physical and emotional performance.
Overall, I really liked the detail - so much of it. But what I worried about was that detail had been included at the expense of clarity. It was lovely to finally notice that it was Robards' Earl Partridge that had produced the kids TV show that Philip Baker Hall had been presenting, but wouldn't it have been a tiny bit better if I had noticed that a little earlier on (and how many people were there in the cinema with me who missed it?)
A really great film that didn't quite get there, (but continually kept me absorbed), or perhaps two not really spectacular movies mixed together in the hope that they would create a greater impression than the individual parts (which they didn't - two wrongs don't make a right).
Yet somehow Altman is a better storyteller - P.T. Anderson is a master of issue avoidance - how many times did he dodge the crux of a scene, having a character say "The thing about my problem/idea is..." at the crucial dramatic peak, before cutting away to the next person. We got to see who these people were, and how they were different from each other, but very little about what made these well delineated individuals actually tick.
Similarly, inter-cutting several different stories as they reach their little climaxes is no substitute for making any one climax moving/dramatic. A cop struggling around in the rain for his gun is not made any more or less involving for the intercutting with a kid not answering questions on a TV show because he needs the bathroom. And with Tom Cruise sitting out an interview in silence, and a nurse on perpetual hold on a telephone being thrown into the mix, it's more a case of anti-climaxes than climaxes - so why the histrionic, tension building crescendos on the sound-track?!?
Only the 'plague of frogs' ending really elevated it onto something wholly original, but it did keep going... and going... (again, anti-climaxes).
The performances - well, most of the praise has been given, and the majority has been justified. Cruise got an Oscar nomination, and Philip Seymour Hoffman is flavour of the month with the independent cinema crowd; Julianne Moore has done her best work for both Altman and Anderson. Yet watch how all three have key scenes with Jason Robards, the real pro in the film as far as I am concerned. He demonstrates a sureness of touch with underplaying his scenes to just the right degree, not flinching as the others spit out the sawdust from chewing the scenery by comparison. Alright, it's a difficult role to go wrong with by compared to them, but notice that he neither responds melodramatically when they interact with him, nor lies there completely silently and still like so many other movie-patients - a really well judged physical and emotional performance.
Overall, I really liked the detail - so much of it. But what I worried about was that detail had been included at the expense of clarity. It was lovely to finally notice that it was Robards' Earl Partridge that had produced the kids TV show that Philip Baker Hall had been presenting, but wouldn't it have been a tiny bit better if I had noticed that a little earlier on (and how many people were there in the cinema with me who missed it?)
A really great film that didn't quite get there, (but continually kept me absorbed), or perhaps two not really spectacular movies mixed together in the hope that they would create a greater impression than the individual parts (which they didn't - two wrongs don't make a right).