Showing posts with label Black and White: Movie Classics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Black and White: Movie Classics. Show all posts

Sunday, 20 April 2014

Psycho (1960)

IMDb Top 250 Ranking - #32

Despite only having recently seen Psycho for myself, the word has always been synonymous with the name Norman Bates, which is quite a legacy in and of itself. It might be down to its famous director, its infamous protagonist or the compelling story-line but the film has lived on and became a classic not just of its genre, but of film. Now I've said it before, and no doubt I’ll say it again, but when it comes to movies with such a huge reputation I often find myself hesitant to see it for myself. I don’t want to be disappointed; I don’t want to be the only one who says they didn't think much of the film. This might make me a sheep, but I can take that, because most people are. My verdict, however, is a generally positive one.The film was rather fascinating, and finally understanding the legacy of the original “psycho” brought a lot of things into perspective for me. For example, knowing that Anthony Perkins’ career basically tanked after this due to type-casting makes total sense. When an actor can inhabit such an intricate and complex character, why wouldn’t directors and audiences expect this of him again and again? Sucks for the actor, yeah, but makes sense from the audiences perspective. And boy did Perkins inhabit the character of Norman Bates! He captured both the childlike vulnerability and the sinister madness of the character beautifully. The fact that he could so quickly transition from meek mannered Norman to smirking and axe-swinging “Norma” is an impressive feat, and it’s really no wonder Psycho was Hitchcock’s most famous picture with an actor such as this at its helm.

While the film was impressive, and I enjoyed and appreciated the fact that it was shot in black and white, which heightened the terror and inherent isolation of the film, I do have a few bones to pick. For example, the book from which the film was adapted, by Robert Bloch, had more detail which explained thoroughly Norman’s motives and the relationship with his mother which is the centre of the movie. I know that its impossible to include every last detail in an adaptation, but some of the plot points – such as the fact that Norman was the one who poisoned his mother and her lover, and that his father didn't die, but in fact abandoned his family when Norman was a child, and finally that Norman caught his mother having sex with her lover – seem like significant facts that would help the audience understand Norman so much more than they ever get to. But then, maybe Hitchcock didn't want his audience to totally understand Norman? After all, a terrifying psycho isn't quite as terrifying if the audience totally understand him, is he? Lack of understanding can often be an essential component in feeling horror and immersing yourself in this feeling. Not to mention a filmmaker, and Hitchcock in particular, always seem to have a reason for the things they keep and the things they omit. Regardless, these are just the minor frustrations of a literature student, and didn't hinder my overall enjoyment of the movie.

The acting was superb, with standout performances from Perkins (its seems needless to say) and Janet Leigh, who, despite her minor role, packed her performance with just the right amount of vulnerability and strength. The shower scene was a standout for her, and she captured the terror of this scene perfectly. My favourite aspect of this movie was the music. I've always been an advocate for the idea that a movies soundtrack can determine whether a film will be remembered in history and I firmly believe that if it weren't for the tension created by the music in key scenes of this film it wouldn't have stood the test of time quite like it has. The quick pace and rhythm guides the viewer through the film, subconsciously telling them how they should feel at certain points and adding to the movies quiet horror.

One thing I love about the classic horror movies of the 20th century is that they kept it simple, telling stories of horror that could happen in any normal person’s life. That’s where modern movies of the genre have gone wrong I believe, trying to sensationalize the gothic rather than understanding that there is nothing more terrifying than a normal person committing an unspeakable crime. That’s a fact Hitchcock understood, and that’s why his movies will go down in history – he understood the genre and loved the simplicity of it. So to you, my reader, I say that if you truly want to feel fear, go back to the classics. Especially the black and whites – Rebecca is a particular favourite of mine.

To end today's ramble, I’ll keep it short and sweet – see Psycho (if you haven’t already) and enjoy the atmosphere, the characters, and that shock ending that’ll leave you shocked for hours after seeing it. It really does live up to its reputation.

To cut a long story short…

Would I recommend this? Yes. A classic is a classic for a reason, I ALWAYS find.

A film rambler's star rating?


That's it for now folks.







Friday, 26 April 2013

Some Like It Hot (1959)


IMDb Top 250 Ranking - #88

As a self-proclaimed film enthusiast it may shock some when I confess that prior to about two days ago I had never seen either a Marilyn Monroe film or, as hailed by some, the greatest American comedy in film history. I admit that, now my eyes have been exposed to the pure brilliance of this screwball film, I’m a little shocked too. How is it possible? But, never fear, my bordering-on-sinful neglect of this gem is a thing of the past. In fact I may now abuse the rights of my eyes and my sanity by watching and re-watching this until the disc is hot from overuse and the TV bill has been left unpaid (just kidding, I don’t even own a TV).

Now with my overly-enthusiastic lamentation of this neglect firmly in the past, I can get onto the real business. What was it like? Was Monroe any good? Do I secretly wish Daphne was my best friend and not in fact a boy pretending to be a suspiciously-large-shouldered-girl? Never fear, these questions will be answered in time and with far too many adjectives in between.

Firstly though, I’m gonna go old-school with you and begin my thoughts for the film at the beginning. I’m sorry if this bores you, I guess I’m a stickler for tradition (maybe when I get a little better at this whole blogging thing I’ll mix it up and tell you what I thought of the end…at the beginning…?).

So we start with your classic car chase, except unlike the car chases of the 21st century which increasingly feature scantily-clad women and men with sweaty shirts and day-old stubble, this one felt bare, stripped down. No dramatics, well apart from the shooting guns that is. Two cars, one carrying away an Italian mob and the other a group of seventy-y
ear-old policemen desperately looking for an arrest. This is clearly important, as any opening scene would be. The reason for its importance clearly marking the introduction of the films antagonists – those grey-haired mobsters just don’t know when to give up, do they? 

Fast-forward about fifteen minutes into the movie (yeah, just gonna skip over when we first meet our protagonists, this isn't a recap after all) and we see these same mobsters shooting what appear to be a rival gang while the protagonists witness in a corner clutching their life-saving instruments. Then the fun begins. We see our protagonists, Jerry and Joe or ‘Daphne’ and ‘Josephine’ as there referred to for much of the film, high-tail it out of there just in time, narrowly avoiding your classic ‘get-rid-of-the-witness’ murder. This is where the dressing up as women, falling in lust with Monroe and travelling to Florida to marry wrinkly millionaires comes in. However I think I’ll dispense with the description and go straight ahead with the ‘Well-was-it-any-good?’ question.

One of the best scenes of the film, here Jack Lemmon's character can be seen as the reluctant-romancer/seducer of millionaire nonce Osgood (played by Joe E. Brown).
To put it short, yes. Monroe is as expected, slightly airhead-y and typically gorgeous in that old-Hollywood ‘oh-I’m-such-a-damsel’ sort of way. The real shining star of the movie was, for me, Jack Lemmon, who played Jerry/Daphne. This man is a genius for comic timing and his hyperbolic femininity is both cringe-worthy and hilarious. His relationship with the millionaire is a strange one and, even though it was set and filmed in the 1950s, the film seemed awfully tolerant of the idea of a same sex relationship. But, then again, maybe I’m being hopeful and naive, after all the relationship is never treated with even an ounce of seriousness.

All in all, yes, it is definitely the king of comedies and something any avid film-goer should see. Highlights include the elicit train party held by ‘Daphne’ in her 5-by-5 room and the chase scene and escape at the end. Because who doesn't love it when the good guy beats the bad?!

Best line: 
Daphne: Osgood, I'm gonna level with you, I can't marry you...I'm a man!

Osgood: Well, nobody's perfect...

To cut a long story short... 
Would I recommend this? Yes, especially if you appreciate a good black and white film and want to see where comedy found its roots (FYI, this is basically the original 'White Chicks', so if you've seen and loved that, chances are your going to like this). A film ramblers star rating? 


That's it for now folks...