Friday, April 15, 2016

M (1931)

Country: Germany
Genre(s): Crime / Drama
Director: Fritz Lang
Cast: Peter Lorre / Gustaf Grundgents / Otto Wernicke



Plot
A serial child killer is on the loose in Berlin, taunting the police through the press.  Repulsed by his crimes and frustrated by increased police presence on the streets, the local underworld determines to hunt down and punish the killer on their own terms.


What I Liked
We’ve all heard of certain artists being described as being ahead of their time.  Movie director Fritz Lang was at least a generation, if not two, ahead of his contemporaries in so many ways, the epitome of a visionary.  All of the films of his which I have thus far seen reflect his uncanny talent for predicting the future of filmmaking, but for the purposes of length I’ll stick to my main topic here, “M,” an unsettling thriller that paved the way for so much to follow.  This was the first time that I’d ever seen this film, yet there was so much that was familiar about it.  This is not because the film is derivative; quite the opposite.  So many later films cribbed so much of what made them great from this movie.  To keep things brief, I’ll point out a couple of examples.

Visually, Lang makes such emphatic and original use of shadow that darkness becomes something of a character all its own, and a fascinating character at that.  Shadows stretch guiltily behind creeping figures, they form bars and crosses across horrified faces, they loom over the streets of a terrorized city, they provide sanctuary for both the predatory and the frightened, and at times they frame entire scenes.  In this unprecedented use of shadow, particularly within the environment of an labyrinthine urban environment, Lang predates Carol Reed’s influential mystery thriller “The Third Man” by a full eighteen years, and the entire noir subgenre in America by roughly two decades.

Then there is the character of the killer, Hans Beckert, portrayed so powerfully in a career-making performance by that most magnificent of character actors, Peter Lorre.  Lang, co-scripter Thea von Harbou, and Lorre himself created a new kind of film monster in Beckert.  This monster is no vampire, beast, or walking dead.  It is a man, a man who would appear harmless, even friendly to the average passerby; yet a man who is a slave to his compulsion to commit reprehensible acts.  These type of characters are so prevalent in television, books, and film today that it is easy to forget how new this concept was to filmgoers of 1931.  Nearly 30 years later, when Alfred Hitchcock (a director who arguably took a lot of his signature style from this film) introduced American movie audiences to Norman Bates, the film “Psycho” caused an uproar over its unsettling depiction of a psychopath and his shocking crimes.  At a time that Hollywood was producing monsters in the form of “Frankenstein” and “Dracula,” Fritz Lang had already stumbled onto a monster far more vicious, one that the Hollywood studios wouldn’t dare expose for decades to come, the human mind.

I could go on about the films which owe a debt to “M,” either technically or thematically, from “Frankenstein” to “A Clockwork Orange.”  After all, I haven’t really touched on the film’s exploration of crime and punishment, the individual and society, or law versus justice, there just isn’t room.  Suffice it to say that “M” is far more complex than a description of its comparatively simple plot would convey.


What I Didn’t Like

The film does get off to something of a slow start.  Outside of the creepiness of watching the killer at his work, most of the early portion of the film is composed of an extended montage of the social fall-out from his crimes and the ineptitude of the local authorities in catching him.  Though necessary to explain how it is that the gangster elements in Berlin decide to go after the Beckert, these scenes are almost entirely devoid of any interesting dialogue, action, or characterization.  Thus the third or so of the film was a real let down from what I had expected based on the film’s reputation.  However, those who are patient will be amply rewarded for sticking around, as things get considerably more intense once the gangsters begin their pursuit.


Most Memorable Scene

For the first two thirds of the film, Peter Lorre speaks maybe a half dozen lines, if that.  He is sufficiently creepy in his scenes as Beckert, but in the film’s final act he is given opportunity to show off his acting talents.  Hauled before a kangaroo court composed of the denizens of Berlin’s underworld, Beckert frantically cycles through a series of emotions in a matter of just a few minutes.  Lorre delivers a terrific performance from out of the shadowy corner in which Beckert cowers, one that wound up leading to a long career as one of Hollywood’s most famous character actors.  The performance only helps the impact of the scene, where somehow Beckert, a child killer and (it is implied) child molester, somehow comes off as a bit sympathetic, if only slightly, as he faces the horror of a vigilante mob.  Here the film’s more complex themes, which have until this point only been implied, are explicitly brought to the forefront.  “M” winds up asking a lot of questions about the nature of crime, punishment, society, and the human psyche.  Most importantly, it leaves the answers to those questions up to the audience.


My Rating: 4 out of 5    

Thursday, April 14, 2016

A CLOCKWORK ORANGE (1971)

Country: U.K. / U.S.A.
Genre(s): Comedy / Crime / Sci-Fi
Director: Stanley Kubrick
Cast: Malcolm McDowell / Michael Bates / Patrick Magee



Plot
Sometime in the not-too-distant future, all-around hoodlum Alex is selected by the British government to undergo an experimental treatment intended to eliminate his immoral impulses.


What I Liked
The novel “A Clockwork Orange” by Anthony Burgess is one of my very favorite novels.  Apparently Burgess was none too impressed with director Stanley Kubrick’s interpretation of his most famous work.  Speaking for myself, outside of a few exceptions, I found the film to be a pretty dead-on interpretation of the book, capturing everything that I admire about Burgess’ text.  It’s also a satisfactory blend of political satire and science fiction, two genres at which Kubrick had already proven himself to be a master by 1971.

One of the novel’s most obvious and impressive features is the invented language – called Nadsat - which the author gives to main character Alex and the other young delinquents with him he spends his time.  By using this language for Alex as he tells the story in first person, Burgess allows the reader to unintentionally sympathize with a set of characters one would otherwise find repulsive; by the time I got toward the end of it, I found myself occasionally even thinking in Nadsat.  Kubrick too allows Alex to narrate the movie in Nadsat.  However, since the need for narration is much less frequent in a visual medium like film, the language has less opportunity to induce the same effect on the viewer as it does on the reader.  Nonetheless, the use of the invented language still allows the viewer to feel as if he has a special insider’s knowledge of Alex’s mind which is unavailable to other characters in the movie.  It is almost as if one can feel Alex nudging us with his elbow at some inside joke each time he whispers his thoughts to us.

As Alex, Malcolm McDowell is perfectly cast.  There is a constant and murderous delight in Alex’s eyes throughout, which became something of a signature of McDowell’s performances after this film.  Thanks to McDowell and Kubrick, the character is convincingly maniacal, sarcastic, and intelligent all at once, exactly as he should be.  Though Alex is surrounded by supposedly educated authorities and institutions, virtually all of these are bumbling, cartoonish, or completely impotent.  Alex is easily the most aware and intelligent character we come across in the film.

Incidentally, my personal favorite character is that of the head prison guard played by Michael Bates.  He’s basically a uniformed imbecile who loves for nothing else but stomping his boots and speaking in terse, staccato barks.


What I Didn’t Like
As much as Kubrick successfully captured the novel’s themes and satirical nature, in the end this movie lacks one of the components essential to any first rate film: emotional impact.  The dark humor is there, yes; but outside of that, as a viewer I’ve never felt any real emotional investment in or connection to what is happening on screen.  Perhaps that’s why I’ve only bothered to watch the movie twice, when I love the novel so much.  I just kind of watch it and think about, smirking occasionally, while waiting for it to end.


Most Memorable Scene
Maybe the most iconic scene of torture in all of cinema history, the scenes where Alex is in a theater, forced to watch films of violence and Nazism, are easily the most imitated and influential images from the movie.  That said, the home invasion followed by a gang rape, incredibly graphic for 1971, is a close second for sheer memorable impression.



My Rating: 3 out of 5