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Dark Humor in
Films of the 1960s
Wheeler Winston Dixon
University of Nebraska, Lincoln, USA
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Contents
Acknowledgments vii
About the Author viii
1 Dark Humor in Films of the 1960s 1
2 A Cinema of Violence: The Films of
D. Ross Lederman 32
3 Juan Orol, Phantom of the Mexican Cinema 64
4 Missing in Action: The Lost Version of
Vanishing Point 72
5 The Invisible Cinema of Marcel Hanoun 79
6 The Noir Vision of Max Ophüls, Romantic
Fatalist 88
Works Cited 94
Index 99
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Acknowledgments
Most of the materials in this volume originally appeared
in abbreviated versions in the online edition of Film
International, Daniel Lindvall, editor and publisher, and
are reproduced here by gracious permission; the essay
on the films of D. Ross Lederman originally appeared in
a severely edited form in the journal Film Criticism – my
thanks to Lloyd Michaels, editor and publisher, for
permission to republish. All the materials in this volume
have been considerably expanded, updated, and revised
for publication here, and thus appear in their complete
versions in this text for the first time. As always, I wish to
thank Richard Graham, Love Library, at the University of
Nebraska, Lincoln, for his unstinting research help in all
my recent work.
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In the 1960s, themes which had previously been dealt with only in the
most serious fashion were suddenly subject to burlesque, or parody, as
filmmakers and audiences sought to move beyond the strained serious-
ness that characterized many of the most respected problem films of the
1960s. In such films as Roger Corman’s The Little Shop of Horrors (1960)
and A Bucket of Blood (1959), Stanley Kubrick’s Dr. Strangelove or: How I
Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1963), Theodore J. Flicker’s
The President’s Analyst (1967), Stanley Kramer’s It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad,
Mad World (1963), William Castle’s The Old Dark House (1963), George
Axelrod’s Lord Love a Duck (1966), Mel Brooks’ The Producers (1968),
Tony Richardson’s The Loved One (1965), Roy Boulting’s I’m All Right,
Jack (1959), Stanley Donen’s Bedazzled (1967), Michael Winner’s I’ll Never
Forget What’s ’is Name (1967), Karel Reisz’s Morgan! A Suitable Case for
Treatment (1966), Robert Downey’s Putney Swope (1969), to say nothing
of Richard Lester’s The Knack . . . and How to Get It (1965), as well as Kevin
Billington’s acidic political comedy The Rise and Rise of Michael Rimmer
(1970), viewers embraced a new vision of the world unfettered by the
constraints of prior censorship, and wedded to a sense of the absurdity
of life, in which all previous values were suddenly called into question,
and found either morally or socially bankrupt. These films, which treated
such subjects such as war, sex, death, the workplace, national politics,
and the family with studied irreverence, found both a willing audience
and a place in the emerging national consciousness of the post-JFK
assassination era.
Indeed, “sick” or what was known then as “black humor” was very
much part of mainstream popular culture during this era. As one oft-told
anecdote of the period recounted, “there’s a story about an adolescent
boy who was taken to a psychiatrist. The doctor drew a rectangle on a
sheet of paper and showed it to the boy. ‘What does it make you think
of?’ he asked. The boy looked at it and said, ‘Sex.’ The doctor got the
same response when he drew a circle on the paper. When he had drawn
a triangle and an octagon and an ellipse with the same results, he said,
‘Son, you need help.’ The boy was amazed. ‘But, doc,’ he protested, ‘you’re
the one that’s drawing the dirty pictures!’ ” (Zern, 1958: n.pag.). Jules
Feiffer’s groundbreaking collection of multipanel cartoons, Sick, Sick,
Sick, published in 1958, was also a harbinger of things to come, and along
with the stand-up comedy of Mort Sahl, Lenny Bruce, and others, paved
the way for the “sick” humor movement that in many ways dominated
the 1960s cinematic comedy.
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Variety, the then-powerful show business trade paper, was less than
impressed, commenting that:
The film is a 66-minute joke compounded of beatniks and gore. During the
first half of the picture there are many opportunities for gruesome humor,
of which writer Charles B. Griffith takes full advantage. In the latter half,
the humor becomes lost as the filmmakers concentrate more on the horror
and as it becomes necessary to punish the lovable maniac for his crimes.
Corman has expertly captured the espresso house atmosphere and peopled
it with accurate characters whose real-life counterparts should wince.
(Naha, 1982: 138)
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new structure” (Graham, 2005). Working together, the two men kicked
around a number of ideas, including a script in which the “hero” would
be a chef who cooks his customers, and then serves their barbecued
corpses to his other patrons, without their knowledge. This idea was too
“sick” for the Motion Picture Production Code, however, so they reluc-
tantly abandoned the project. Then Griffith had an inspiration, which
would lead to Audrey, the giant, insatiable carnivorous plant at the center
of Little Shop of Horrors. “How about a man-eating plant?” Griffith asked,
to which Corman noncommittally replied, “Okay,” and Little Shop was off
and running (Graham, 2005).
The film’s plot is simple, yet effective. Seymour Krelboyne (Jonathan
Haze) works in Gravis Mushnik’s (Mel Welles) flower shop where he is
every bit as exploited by his boss as Walter Paisley was in Bucket of Blood.
Seymour’s life seems hopeless, except for the love of his girlfriend Audrey
(Jackie Joseph). Devoted to his beloved plants, Seymour is distressed
when he finds one particularly exotic bloom dying, failing to respond to
any restorative measures. But when Seymour accidentally cuts his finger
while feeding “Audrey, Jr.” (a name he has given the plant to honor his
girlfriend, Audrey), the plant laps it up, and in a nasal, Bronx-accented
voice, pleads for more. Unwilling to use more of his own blood to supply
food for the rapidly growing plant, Seymour starts scouring the streets
at night for transients, killing them and then dragging them back to the
flower shop, where Audrey, Jr., devours them whole. By now, Audrey,
Jr., has become a celebrity, but the police are suspicious of Seymour,
and charge him with murder. In desperation, Seymour offers himself to
Audrey, Jr., as a last human sacrifice, which is eagerly consumed by the
ravenous plant. As the shocked onlookers watch in horror, Audrey, Jr.,
suddenly bursts into full bloom; on each of the flower petals are the faces
of Audrey, Jr.’s (and Seymour’s) victims, including, of course, Seymour
himself. As Corman himself noted,
This whole movie was a joke. I was trying to break a record for making a
movie. One of the fellows at the studio showed me a storefront set that wasn’t
in use and asked me if I wanted it. I said that I didn’t have a project at the time
but if he could leave the set standing for a week or two, I was sure that I could
come up with something. He didn’t think I could. I told him that not only
could I come up with a movie in that period of time, but that I could shoot it
in two days! He dared me. So, I called up Chuck Griffith who had written A
Bucket of Blood. We had a lot of fun shooting that film and we managed to do
it in only five days. I figured if anyone could come up with something zany
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Making all of this more ironic, Little Shop ultimately wound up in the
Public Domain through careless record keeping, something that Corman
abhorred, and when the Frank Oz musical remake came out in 1986, he
profited little from the venture. The film also features an early perform-
ance by Jack Nicholson as Wilbur Force, a masochistic dental patient,
who through a plot contrivance, mistakes Seymour for a dentist (actu-
ally, Seymour has just killed the dentist, albeit accidentally, and plans
to feed him to Audrey, Jr.). “No Novocain, please . . . it dulls the senses”
begs Nicholson, as the utterly inept Seymour proceeds to grind Wilbur’s
teeth to dust. Certainly, Little Shop was pushing the limits of conventional
comedy, but it’s the sheer manic energy and intentionally abrasive humor
of the film that ensured its status as a “sick” humor classic. As for the big-
budget musical remake, Corman had quite definite opinions, noting that
[the] $25 million picture . . . is history, and is never referred to. My two-day
picture, which was made maybe 35 years ago, is still playing. And I think one
of the reasons is the [1986] picture was obviously a bigger, better-looking
picture, but it didn’t have the youthful verve and excitement of the original,
and frankly, it wasn’t as funny. (Simpson, 1995)
Both of these projects were low budget, groundbreaking, and entirely out
of the cinematic and dominant cultural mainstream, which is, of course,
exactly what Corman and Griffith were looking for: “a new structure,”
as Griffith put it. They had created, out of desperation, alienation, and
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their outsider status, a film that challenged late 1950s comedy movies.
As Nancy Pogel and William Chamberlain note of dark comedy (first
known as “black” comedy), the genre operates using an entirely different
set of rules from more conventional, mainstream humor. As they argue,
black comedy involves an ultimate and finally frightening or horrifying
subversion of all logical structures [my emphasis], even the medium through
which the comedy itself is conveyed. Black comedy, at its best, permits the
audience not a single refuge or crutch . . . true black comedy permits no safe
island from which the chaotic or absurd world may be observed; not even
the art itself is left available as a refuge in which the reader may seek æsthetic
solace and “meaning.” (Pogel and Chamberlain, 1985: 187)
This is the essence of all nihilist humor, because it calls for the reevalu-
ation of all values, and questions the supposed boundaries that we set,
as a society, on humor. But in postwar America, and the world, the old
social structures were crumbling, to be replaced by an emptiness which
allowed greater transgression against perceived normative rules.
Then up-and-coming comedian Rodney Dangerfield witnessed this
firsthand when he saw comedian Lenny Bruce perform in the mid-1950s,
working with material that would have been impossible to use only a
decade earlier. Bruce’s humor was almost too far ahead of the curve, and
as Dangerfield recalled, Bruce’s “edge” was very rough indeed. The night
Dangerfield caught his act, Bruce began his set at a Greenwich Village
nightclub with these words: “Tonight, here’s how I’m going to open my
act. I’m going to pee on you. If a guy tells jokes, you’ll forget him. But
if a guy pees on you, you’ll never forget him.” An outraged audience
member shouted out “Keep it clean! Keep it clean!” And as Dangerfield
wrote in his memoirs, “Lenny answered him in these exact words: ‘Fuck
you, Jim, you square motherfucker!’ ” (Dangerfield, 2004: 159). Instantly,
Dangerfield recognized that this was the coming trend. Bruce’s retort
strikes to the heart of dark comedy. It’s about you, Jim; you are the butt of
the joke. There’s no distance, there’s no safety zone. If you don’t like it, get
out of the room. That’s your only option.
Indeed, Bruce himself had written the screenplay for, and appeared
in, a particularly sleazy film noir/sick comedy, Phil Tucker’s Dance Hall
Racket (1953), in which he played Vincent, a psychotic hit man employed
by the owner of a rundown “dime a dance” club. (One of the strippers
at the club, by the way, was his wife at the time, Honey Bruce; amaz-
ingly, Bruce’s mother, Sally Marr, also appears in the film.) The dialogue
throughout Dance Hall Racket is delivered with the twist of a well-honed
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remake of the 1932 James Whale original of the same name. Whale’s
version was already verging toward parody, but Castle, aided and abetted
by a remarkable cast of British character actors, including Robert Morley,
Joyce Grenfell, Mervyn Johns, Peter Bull, and Fenella Fielding, top lined
by American comedian Tom Poston, takes matters several steps further
into outright “sick” farce. Based on a novel by J. B. Priestley, The Old Dark
House is a curious film in many respects. Although practically no one
remembers it, the film was the first motion picture in which the macabre
cartoonish Charles Addams took a decisive hand, designing the titles for
the film, as well as rough drafts of the interior sets (which were executed
by the gifted Bernard Robinson), and even signing his name on screen to
his credit in the film’s opening titles.
In Castle’s version of The Old Dark House, Tom Penderel (Tom Poston),
an American car salesman visiting London, delivers a car to the gloomy
country estate of his friend, Caspar Femm (Peter Bull), only to find out
that Caspar has died. With the storm raging outside, Penderel has no
choice but to spend the night in the old, dark house, where he discov-
ers to his horror that all the members of the Femm family are being
dispatched by an unknown killer, one by one, on an hourly basis. The
Femm family (the name itself is an obvious pun on “femme,” for, as it
turns out, the killer is a woman, Cecily Femm [Janette Scott], whom
no one suspects) is an exceedingly odd one, and all the actors make the
most out of the film’s numerous double entendre lines.
When Penderel is first introduced to Agatha Femm (Joyce Grenfell),
Caspar’s mother, she nods in delightful anticipation, and cheerfully
proclaims: “We’re having you for dinner . . . delicious!” before drifting out
of the room in a gleeful daze. Later, when Agatha is discovered dead with
a pair of knitting needles stuck neatly through her neck in a crosshatch
pattern, with a manic smile fixed on her face, her brother Roderick Femm
(Robert Morley) “tut tuts” disapprovingly “I don’t understand it. She was
always so careful with her knitting.” In similar fashion, the “vampish”
seducer, Morgana Femm (Fenella Fielding), repeatedly attempts to bed
the reluctant Tom throughout the film, who resists her advances because,
as he notes, people “have a way of dying” in her bedchamber.
Although Howard Thompson, writing in The New York Times, found
the film “a laboriously arch and broad blend of humor,” the film is actu-
ally one of the more successful “horror comedies,” enlivened (if that is
the right word) considerably by the energy of its cast and crew. Indeed,
the Hammer/Castle coproduction came about when Hammer and
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your words?” He momentarily stopped chewing his gum and then said very
coldly, “Let’s move to the next set.” I felt uncomfortable with him afterward.
(Jones, 2004)
Indeed, Kubrick would as a matter of course film scenes over and over
again, until he got precisely what he wanted, no matter what. The scene
in which Slim Pickens, as “King” Kong, rides a falling nuclear bomb to
Earth like a rodeo cowboy, for example, was filmed numerous times,
with Pickens doing one take as stoically as Buster Keaton, and others
with a degree of surprise, bemusement, or even shock. Throughout the
film, then, Kubrick was ceaselessly experimenting with every aspect of
the production.
While Kubrick went on to a variety of other projects, most notably
2001: A Space Odyssey (1968), with great success, he never again achieved
the perfection of this peculiar mix of the absurd and the all-too-real. As
he told critic Joseph Gelmis,
My idea of doing [the film] as a nightmare comedy came in the early weeks
of working on the screenplay . . . As I kept trying to imagine the way in which
things would really happen, ideas kept coming to me which I would discard
because they were so ludicrous. I kept saying to myself, “I can’t do that—people
will laugh.” But after a month or so I began to realize that all the things I was
throwing out were the things that were most truthful. (Stillman, 2008: 488)
Which, of course, is precisely why they had to stay in, why they have
such comic resonance, and why Dr. Strangelove has retained its luster
as an unalloyed “dark” comic masterpiece. As director Sydney Pollack
commented, looking back on his first viewing of the film, “I remember
watching it the first time, seeing Slim Pickens riding that bomb, think-
ing, ‘how does somebody think that up?’ ” (Stillman, 2008: 487). Or, as
Kubrick himself told critic Eugene Archer,
It’s all very elusive and very rich. There’s nothing like trying to create it. It gives
you a sense of omnipotence—it’s one of the most exciting things you can find
without being under the influence of drugs . . . If I told you [the meanings of
my films] it wouldn’t be ambiguous—and if you didn’t discover it for yourself,
it wouldn’t mean anything anyway. (Stillman, 2008: 487)
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at the time, in which the Bohemian and upper crust classes comfortably
mixed together in an uneasy but generally peaceful truce. At the end of
the film, no one really holds anything against Morgan, and the “fascist
state” that he has railed against for most of Morgan will take care of him
now, even as a marginal member of society. As outré as David Mercer’s
screenplay for Morgan is, the film sends out an unmistakable message
of tolerance and inclusion for all, making it the gentlest of the dark
comedies discussed here, and also one of the most hauntingly romantic.
I’ll Never Forget What’s ’is Name (1967), directed by the notoriously
uneven Michael Winner, is another matter altogether. Oliver Reed plays
Quint, a moody, dissatisfied advertising man who hates what he does
for a living, and goes so far as to bury an ax in his boss’s desk (while his
boss is sitting at the desk) to make manifest his seething hatred of the
advertising profession. In this case, his boss, Jonathan Lute, is played by
none other than Orson Welles, strolling through the role of a powerful
media baron with studied nonchalance, as if none of Quint’s escapades
bother him in the slightest, which is more or less true. Resigning from
the agency, and his life, Quint seeks refuge in the world of swinging
London, only to find it as false as the “straight” world he abhors. Quint
hopes to chuck the ad game and set up a “serious” literary magazine, an
endeavor that is mercilessly lampooned throughout the film, but can’t
keep his mind on his work long enough to get anything done; he’s too
busy seducing every available woman in his life, despite the fact that
he is already married to his long suffering wife Louise (Wendy Craig),
though the two have long been separated. Quint’s main obsession is the
waiflike Georgina (Carol White), who can’t decide whether to sleep with
Quint or not.
But the literary life proves just as corrupt as the ad game, as personified
in particular by the personage of his friend Nicholas (Norman Rodway),
who talks a good game, but eventually sells out to the “establishment” for
a large check. Defeated, Quint returns to work at Lute’s ad agency, where
he creates a savage commercial for a new Super 8mm movie camera,
which recapitulates many of the ideas he’s tried to reject, and centers
on Lute’s bleak assertion that “the number one product of all human
endeavor is waste—waste.” The resultant ad is the talk of the industry,
but Quint wants none of it. Feted by his colleagues, Quint wins an adver-
tising award for his efforts, but throws the trophy into the Thames. Life
is pointless, and both the avant-garde and the business world are equally
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But, as Quint knows, and Michael Winner certainly found out later in his
career, when he went on to direct the increasingly dreary series of Death
Wish films, the world is always with us. Capitulation is the only course
ultimately open to most of us, buckling under to a variety of social and
business pressures.
The real world is certainly always present in the life of Dr. Sidney Schaefer
(James Coburn), the central figure of Theodore J. Flicker’s The President’s
Analyst (1967). Again, the premise of the film is simple, yet absurd. The
president of the United States, never seen but continually referenced
throughout the film, is becoming dangerously neurotic, unhinged by the
vast responsibilities of state. Enter Dr. Schaefer, assigned by worried White
House staff members to ease the chief executive’s worried mind. But as the
president spews forth his accumulated fears and concerns, Dr. Schaefer
himself starts to crumble under the weight of the president’s confidences.
As a condition of his employment, Dr. Schaefer’s job has to remain secret,
and he can tell no one—not even his girlfriend, Nan (Joan Delaney)—the
president’s secrets. Soon, Dr. Schaefer becomes hopelessly paranoid,
convinced that everyone is spying on him, to determine whether or not he
has become a security risk. And, of course, he’s correct in this assumption;
everyone is spying on him, even Nan, so Dr. Schaefer drops out into the
countercultural underground, where he meets a group of hedonistic hippies
led by pop singer Barry McGuire as “Old Wrangler” (McGuire’s biggest hit
as a performer, ironically, was the top 10 single Eve of Destruction).
But the film’s central narrative soon expands into a much more complex
conspiracy plot, involving the CEA, or Central Enquiries Agency
(standing in for the CIA), the FBR, or Federal Bureau of Regulation
(the FBI), and even the KGB, as Schaefer’s flight from the front lines of
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While The President’s Analyst was a commercial failure when it was first
released—and indeed, it almost didn’t get made, since the FBI strongly
objected to the film’s storyline, to say nothing of the CIA’s misgivings, all
of which were ultimately ignored—the film has long since become an
off-the-wall classic, one of those films that captures not only an era, but
also a feeling (in this case, rampant paranoia crossed with drug-induced
ecstasy) that dominated the political landscape of the 1960s. As critic
Patricia Moir notes,
Flicker’s genius lies in his ability to see all sides of the issues facing the
American public. He is aware that “dropping out” is no more a solution than
“buying in,” that violence is not only a threat but also a necessary means of
defense. His protagonists are finally able to achieve an uneasy equilibrium by
taking a warily subversive position within the establishment, but they must
remain constantly on guard, using the security and surveillance skills of their
enemies even as they are monitored by those in higher positions. Flicker’s
world is one in which paranoia is not a delusion but an entirely appropriate
and healthy response to reality. (Moir, 1997: 52)
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As the 1960s drew to a close, so did the string of dark comedies; the real
world was bleak enough, and audiences began to prize artificial optimism
over satiric criticism. John F. Kennedy’s assassination in 1963 was seen at
the time as aberrational; but by the end of the decade, Martin Luther
King, Bobby Kennedy, and Malcolm X had also been assassinated, and
the public’s taste for “sick humor” started to wane. Simply surviving
seemed a tough enough goal. Stanley Donen’s Bedazzled (1967), an updat-
ing of the Faust legend with Peter Cook as Satan and Dudley Moore as
the hapless Stanley Moon, a short order cook, offered a graphic demon-
stration of the hopelessness of ambition. Stanley wants to be loved by
Margaret (Eleanor Bron), a waitress at the Wimpy hamburger restaurant
he works in, and Satan promises to help him in his quest with a series of
seven wishes, but every time Stanley thinks up what he imagines to be a
foolproof plan for romantic bliss, Satan can’t resist adding a little wrinkle
to frustrate Stanley’s dreams.
For one wish, Stanley asks to be a pop star, and his wish is granted;
shrieking a wanton ballad of unbridled lust, “Love Me,” on television, he
seems to have attained Margaret’s love, until Satan, appearing in the role
of a rival pop singer, begins intoning a dirge-like song of rejection (“You
turn me off—go away—you disgust me—I’m not available”) that proves
to be the next new trend in rock music, rendering Stanley’s pleading
ballads obsolete. Stanley’s numerous other attempts to seduce Margaret,
as an intellectual bachelor, and finally as a nun, also fail to work. At the
end of the film, Stanley manages to escape from Satan’s clutches through
a loophole in his contract, and is back at his old post, frying burgers, but
this time, content with his lot. The film’s message is clear; one must be
content with what one has, and not hope for more. Ambition, in a sense,
is potentially disastrous.
Ambition also drives the crazed theatrical producer Max Bialystock
(Zero Mostel) and the credulous accountant Leo Bloom (Gene Wilder)
to concoct a fantastic swindle in Mel Brooks’ first film as a director,
and one of his best, The Producers (1968). Bialystock, once the toast of
Broadway, has been enduring a long run of flops, and is now reduced to
sleeping with a string of elderly women for money to finance his increas-
ingly impoverished lifestyle—and hopefully, his next play. But Leo comes
up, albeit accidentally, with an even more ingenious scheme—deliberately
produce a flop, oversell the production (ultimately, by 27,000) to a
group of unsuspecting investors, and then fly to Rio de Janeiro with the
proceeds, because, as Leo points out, “no one audits a failure.” Casting
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about for the “right” property, the two men come upon the script for
Springtime for Hitler, a play written by a psychotic former Nazi, Franz
Liebkind (Kenneth Mars), who still dreams of restoring his beloved
Führer’s reputation to its former “glory.”
Hiring an incompetent director, a drug-dazed actor for the role of
Hitler, and even bribing the critics on the opening night, Bialystock
and Bloom (now “partners” in the spurious enterprise) are certain that
the play will close immediately. But with the acid casualty Lorenzo St.
DuBois, or LSD (Dick Shawn) as Hitler, camping it up on stage and
improvising dialogue as he goes along, the audience, at first repelled,
suddenly acclaims the play a riotous satire, “which will run for years.”
Bialystock, Bloom, and Liebkind then try to blow up the theater to
prevent further performances of the musical, but are caught in the act,
apprehended, and sent to prison. But, it seems, they haven’t learned
from their mistakes. As the film ends, Bialystock and Bloom are mount-
ing a new musical in prison, Prisoners of Love, and again overselling the
production.
As with many of the films discussed in this chapter, The Producers
was only a modest hit when first released, as it managed to literally
offend nearly every segment of the audience. Zero Mostel’s dalliances
with a succession of aging dowagers is a start, but when you fold in a
bimboesque “secretary” whom Bialystock hires to dance around the
office just so he can ogle her, a series of deliberately insulting gay stere-
otypes (Christopher Hewitt as the inept director Robert De Bris, and
Andréas Vontsinas as his equally flamboyant assistant Carmen Ghia), to
say nothing of the central plot premise, a musical that seemingly glori-
fies Hitler and “the master race,” well, you’ve pretty much hit on all the
bases.
Oddly enough, the film won the 1968 Academy Award for “Best
Writing, Story and Screenplay—Written Directly for the Screen”—to
Mel Brooks, of course—but despite the film’s meager budget of less than
a million dollars, The Producers failed to secure an effective release, and
never reached a mass audience. Ironically, when Brooks adapted the film
into a Broadway musical in 2001, starring Nathan Lane and Matthew
Broderick, the once “verboten” property suddenly became a smash hit,
so much so that Brooks produced another film in 2005, based on the
musical version of The Producers, directed by Susan Stroman, which also
met with considerable commercial success. But neither project had the
authentic bite of the original film.
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In 1969, as the decade entered its final days, a young upstart in New
York City decided that time was ripe for a really offensive film, one that
would truly knock down what little remained of the barriers to bad taste.
Robert Downey, Sr.’s Putney Swope, made for a mere $120,000, chronicled
the rise to power of the eponymous title character, played by Arnold
Johnson, as the “token black” on the board of an exquisitely corrupt
advertising agency, who accidentally becomes the chairman of the board
when the former chairman dies of a heart attack in the middle of a pres-
entation to his staff. The other members of the board quickly vote on his
successor, but since the bylaws prevent anyone for voting for himself,
they all vote for Swope, whom they all figure no one else will endorse.
Swope immediately fires the entire board, with the exception of
Nathan (Stan Gottlieb), an old timer he can easily manipulate, and hires
his African American friends as board members, renaming the agency
the Truth and Soul Agency, or, as he puts it, “TS, baby!” At first, the new
agency is shunned by advertisers, but Wing Soney (Tom Odachi) breaks
the ice when he comes looking for someone to plug his new invention,
the “Get Outta Here Mousetrap.” Swope immediately turns to Nathan,
who delivers an impromptu pitch for a TV spot centering on Christopher
Columbus’ “discovering” America, and then “knocking an Indian on his
ass—then cut to a picture of a Get Outta Here Mousetrap, tell them how
much it is and where to buy it, and that’s it.” Soney is amazed, reflexively
asking, “who’s your shrink?,” but then announces that he “digs it,” and
signs on as a client. The resulting ad campaign is a huge success.
Soon, other manufacturers, such as Mr. Victrola Cola (Ed Gordon),
are beating a path to Swope’s door. As he tells Swope, “I got this great
window cleaner. Cleans good and doesn’t streak. Smells bad, though.
Cleans good, but smells bad.” Swope has an instant and completely
unscrupulous solution: “as a window cleaner, forget it. Put soybeans in it,
and market it as a soft drink in the ghetto. We’ll put a picture of a rhythm
and blues singer on the front and call it Victrola Cola.” And, of course,
Swope’s plan works. Soon the Truth and Soul Agency is busy pitching
breakfast cereal, in another innovative 30 second TV spot, featuring a
1930s African American man sitting at his kitchen table, wolfing down
cereal. The narrator intones, in a voiceover, “Jim Keranga of Watts,
California, is eating a bowl of Ethereal Cereal, the heavenly breakfast.
Jim, did you know that Ethereal has 25 more riboflavin than any other
cereal on the market? Ethereal also packs the added punch of .002 ESP
units of pectin!” Keranga considers this for a moment, and then says
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simply, “No shit!” as the commercial cuts to black. Then there’s the ad for
Face Off Pimple Cream, featuring an interracial teenage romance set to
this catchy jingle, sung by the young woman in the commercial:
He gave me a soul kiss
It sure was grand
He gave me a dry hump
Behind the hot dog stand
and ending with the catch phrase “he’s really out of sight . . . and so are his
pimples.”
Soon Putney and his associates are rolling in cash, but Putney has
had enough. Raiding the agency’s treasury, he is about to abscond with
the payroll when he is intercepted by an employee known as The Arab
(Antonio Fargas, in an early role, before he went on to play Huggy Bear
in the Starsky and Hutch television series), who knocks the suitcase of cash
out of Swope’s hand, scattering it all over the firm’s gymnasium. In the
end, no one gets the money, and Putney and the agency are shut down for
good. Downey, a born rebel, started his career writing scripts for movies
in the US Army’s stockade, where he was confined for “bad conduct.”
At first, Downey wrote short plays, such as What Else Is There (1960), in
which, in Downey’s words, “the actors played [nuclear] missiles, in silos,
ready to go off. It was kinda wild, pretty ahead of its time” (Dixon, 2007:
121). From this Downey progressed to Babo 73 (1964), a feature length
comedy starring veteran underground actor Taylor Mead as the presi-
dent of the United States, which he shot on location in Washington, DC,
for less than $3,000. As Downey noted,
Tom O’Horgan, who later went on to do Hair, did the music. That was shot in
16mm, and we just basically went down to the White House and started shoot-
ing, with no press passes, permits, anything like that. Kennedy was in Europe,
so nobody was too tight with the security. We were outside the White House
mainly, ran around. We actually threw Taylor in with some real generals, and
they of course were appalled by what we were trying to do. (Dixon, 2007: 122)
This led to Chafed Elbows (1966), Downey’s first film in 35mm, in which a
mother and son fall in love, get married, go on welfare, and then the film
turns into a musical. A solid commercial hit, Chafed Elbows led to Putney
Swope, and Downey’s career as a radical satirist was born. Since then, he has
been involved in a variety of other projects, but for many, the sheer nerve
and the intentional abrasiveness of his early films remains unique; indeed,
Putney Swope was Downey’s biggest critical and commercial success.
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2
A Cinema of Violence: The
Films of D. Ross Lederman
Abstract: Although he worked for two major studios for
the bulk of his career, Warner Brothers and Columbia,
D. (David) Ross Lederman specialized in genre films and
created his films swiftly, compactly, and with authority.
His films stand out because they all display Lederman’s
uniquely dystopian view of life, combined with a relentless,
inexorable narrative drive. In his best films, Lederman not
only bent the rules of genre cinema, he all but abolished
them. The sheer intensity of Lederman’s imagistic and
editorial pacing, coupled with his encyclopedic knowledge
of genre filmmaking, allowed him to transcend the
conventions of the typical program film, no matter what
the genre, and make it a personal project.
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In the Golden Age of the classical Hollywood cinema, from the late
1920s to the early 1960s, there were numerous “contract directors”
who labored for the major Hollywood studios. Some, like Don Siegel,
have achieved a degree of immortality for their later work, while their
earlier efforts are often ignored; others, like Irving Cummings, Roy Del
Ruth, André De Toth, Edward Cline, and David Butler have all but been
forgotten. All were conscientious studio craftsmen. Yet in the midst of
the Hollywood studio system, one director created a stylistic signature
so unmistakable as to make his work immediately recognizable, both
because of his audacious visual stylization, and his bizarre, often-
surrealistic compression of both narrative and character.
Working for two major studios for the bulk of his career, Warner
Bros. and Columbia, D. (David) Ross Lederman specialized in genre
films, and created them swiftly, compactly, and with unassailable
authority. Lederman’s films stand out from those of his more tradi-
tional studio colleagues because they display his uniquely dystopian
view of life; a relentless, inexorable narrative drive; rapid, nearly
Eisensteinian camera setups; and a willingness to alter or change
the course of his character’s destiny at a moment’s notice. In his best
films, Lederman not only bent the rules of genre cinema, he all but
abolished them. The sheer intensity of Lederman’s imagistic and
editorial pacing, coupled with his encyclopedic knowledge of genre
filmmaking, allowed him to transcend the conventions of the typical
program film, no matter what the genre, and make it a personal state-
ment, while still staying firmly within the proscribed schedule and
budget.
A prolific director with more than 85 feature films to his credit
spanning back to the silent era, Lederman enjoyed his greatest
success at Warner Bros. in the 1940s, where, as we shall see, he
perfected his own peculiar style of hyperkinetic cinema. But behind
the slick surface of Lederman’s Westerns, crime films, and espionage
dramas, there is a darker story to tell. Through the kindness of his
daughter, Joan Neville, and access to Lederman’s personal papers, I
was able to reconstruct Lederman’s life—the life of, as Neville put it,
“a violent man” (Neville, 21 October 2005). It is not a pretty picture.
Lederman drove himself relentlessly in his work, and was equally
brutal in his private life. For the world of Lederman’s violent action
thrillers mirrored Lederman’s own approach to life: gruff, taciturn,
he was demanding of both himself and others. Actor Sid Melton, who
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At the time, I thought that this was simply one person’s view, but as the
story of Lederman’s life and career unfolded during my research for
this chapter, nearly everyone who worked with Lederman shared this
opinion. He was an efficient, ruthlessly economical, unmistakably angry
man—a driven, controlling personality with an uncompromisingly
bleak vision of social affairs. Yet unlike other program directors, who
would typically stage their scenes with minimal coverage to speed up the
production process, Lederman continually employed a wide variety of
atmospheric camera angles, furious montages, and rapidly paced editing
in all his work, giving it an unmistakable edge of brutality, paranoia, and
violence.
Lederman was born on 12 December 1894, in Lancaster,
Pennsylvania. His parents, Luke Lederman and Laura Pauline Ross,
were an oddly matched pair. Young David Ross Lederman was,
surprisingly, a sickly child, with such severe asthma that his parents
were advised to move to the then smog-free Venice, California, for
their son’s health in 1904. But David’s relationship with his parents was
curiously distant. His father worked at Hambuger’s Department Store
in Los Angeles in a variety of managerial positions, and died in 1918.
His mother, Laura, was a somewhat eccentric figure who was known
as “Mother Lederman” for her habit of “adopting” soldiers going off to
fight World War I, giving them lavish gifts, cheery letters, and kisses at
the train station as they departed for the front. As one obituary noted,
“Mother Lederman’s”
cheering words of good-bye and sympathy were incidents at the departure of
every soldier from this district. She devoted her entire time to raising funds
to buy the simple gifts she presented to each soldier and to writing letters
to motherless boys and others after they had reached camp or somewhere
in France. William D. Stephens, then governor of California, expressed his
appreciation of “Mother Lederman’s” services in a personal letter of tribute
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to her devotion and a member of the war department gave them national
recognition with a similar letter. (“Announce Funeral,” n.pag.)
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running. The young woman, whose name was not secured by the Venetians,
was carried far out into the surf by this current. Other bathers noticed her
helpless condition, and called for help. Lederman was the first to respond. It
required all his powerful strength to reach the woman before she sank for the
last time, and bring her back to the beach. Lederman was loudly applauded
by the spectators who lined the beach. (“Venetian Saves Life of Woman”)
Lederman was indeed becoming quite an athlete, and he needed all the
stamina he could muster as he finally broke into the motion picture
business in 1915 as an extra in Mack Sennett’s Keystone Kops series,
specializing in chase scenes and strenuous stunt gags. At the same time,
he was also working for D. W. Griffith as a second second assistant direc-
tor, although the term was unknown at the time, on Intolerance (released
in 1916). This grueling pace would continue for the rest of his life. From
1915 to 1927, Lederman racked up an impressive series of credits, rising
to the post of assistant director, often assisting Roy Del Ruth, who
became a lifelong friend. He also worked at Sennett’s studios on some
of the producer’s final silent films, such as the Keystone Kops tribute Big
Moments from Little Pictures (1924), a Keystone Kops parody starring Will
Rogers and Charlie Hall, which was directed by Roy Clements.
On such films as James Flood’s Why Girls Go Back Home (1926), Lloyd
Bacon’s The Heart of Maryland (1927), and Roy Del Ruth’s Ham and Eggs
at the Front (1927), Lederman proved himself an efficient taskmaster, who
pushed the cast and crew through the maximum number of setups per day.
Indeed, even after he became a full-fledged director, he would still work as
an AD on big-budget films like Roy Del Ruth’s Gold Diggers of Broadway
(1929), a film that now exists only in fragments, and was shot in early
two-strip Technicolor. As we will see, when his career as a director waned,
Lederman returned to his former position of assistant director, simply
because of his legendary efficiency on the set. Indeed, when Lederman
died, Variety singled out his work as an assistant director for praise rather
than his accomplishments as a feature filmmaker, observing that
Lederman was known particularly for trick scenes and chases, and had
directed the horse race in Frank Capra’s Broadway Bill [1934], which had one
of the most exciting windups ever lensed for a motion picture (the horse
wins, then drops dead). [This, as we will see, is a typically Ledermanian
touch.] While at Sennett, in addition to being an extra he was prop man for
Roscoe (Fatty) Arbuckle’s comedies, and was an assistant before becoming a
full-fledged director. Under contract later at Warner Bros., he made many of
the Rin-Tin-Tin pix, and in 1928 did underworld films for Metro.
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While his professional life was proceeding at a rapid clip, his personal life
was chaotic. In September 1920, Lederman married his first wife, who
became Marcella Lederman, but within a year, she was suing D. Ross
Lederman for divorce, alleging violence and cruelty. On 4 October 1922,
the Los Angeles Times noted that
Twice Mrs. Marcella Lederman forgave D. Ross Lederman, film director,
but the third time he is to be “out.” This, at least, is gathered from a divorce
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action filed yesterday by the young woman who declares that she has sued
her husband on two other occasions, but that each time she later forgave
him. According to the divorce complaint, which was prepared by Attorney
Isador Morris, Mr. Lederman beat his wife frequently and in other ways
was cruel. Mrs. Lederman sued for divorce. The husband, it is said, then
promised to reform if his wife would take him back. She agreed. The
second trial was no better, it is said, and Mrs. Lederman was forced to
again sue. But like the first experience, Mr. Lederman promised to be an
ideal husband if she would but take him into the family fold again. Now
she sues for the third time. (“Twice Mrs. Marcella Lederman Forgave D.
Ross Lederman,” n.pag.)
It seems that in his first wife, Lederman had met his match in tenacity;
Marcella Lederman was clearly determined that she would have her day
in court. On the seventh try, Marcella seems to have realized that life
with D. Ross Lederman would never be harmonious, and the Los Angeles
Times sent a reporter to cover her seventh, and ultimately successful, suit
for divorce. As the anonymous report noted dryly,
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It was clear to both sides that the situation was untenable. At length,
Lederman’s temper was finally too much for Marcella Lederman, and
shortly after this seventh court appearance, the couple divorced. They
had no children.
In 1926, Lederman married again, this time to Frances Dee Warner
(no relation to the Warner Bros. family); Frances stayed with D. Ross
Lederman for 18 difficult years before leaving him in 1944. Their one
daughter, Joan, was born on 8 August 1927 (“ ‘Baby Stars’ Make Debut
in Hollywood,” n.pag.), and made her first public appearance in the
media on 1 September 1927, when, just 25 days old, she posed with
her mother for a photo shoot in the Los Angeles Times, ironically titled
“New Star for Papa to Direct.” Before marrying Lederman, Frances
Warner had a brief career in films, which was curtailed, according
to her daughter, by her mother’s excessive shyness. When she was 16,
Frances was taken to Paramount Studios by a friend, Ruth Miller, who
introduced her to Cecil B. DeMille. DeMille was immediately smitten
with Frances’ Madonna-like countenance. As his daughter Joan Neville
noted,
Ruth took my mother over to the studio for the first time, because she was
working there. Cecil B. DeMille saw her, and thought she was the most beau-
tiful creature he had ever seen. But my mother was terrified of the camera, so
DeMille used her hands to open letters in close-up shots. But she just couldn’t
handle it, and all she wanted to do was get married and be a homemaker.
Then she met my father and they just got married almost immediately. I think
they were married within six months. (21 October 2005)
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Ten days later, the production of the silent film was finished; it was cut
and previewed, and Lederman, always at home with action films, scored
his first success at the box office. For quite awhile thereafter, Lederman
was tagged as an “animal” director, as well as a reliable technician who
got the most out of his camera setups, and kept a firm hand on the
directorial reins. At 50 minutes, A Dog of the Regiment was a Saturday
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There is a good deal of truth in these remarks, but at Mascot, the sched-
ules were so tight, and the budgets so minuscule, that directors were
often forced to do 70 to 80 setups a day. Faced with such a schedule, it
is remarkable that The Phantom of the West is as good as it is, and signifi-
cantly, Lederman never again returned to work for Mascot.
A succession of “B” Westerns at Columbia followed Lederman’s stint
at Mascot, including Two-Fisted Law, another Tim McCoy vehicle; Texas
Cyclone with McCoy and John Wayne; Ridin’ for Justice, a Buck Jones
entry; The Fighting Marshall and Daring Dangers, both with Tim McCoy;
McKenna of the Mounted, a Buck Jones programmer with a Canadian
Mounted Police backdrop; High Speed, in which Tim McCoy tackled
a modern drama, as a race car driver who becomes a father figure to
a young, crippled boy named Buddy (played by a pre-MGM Mickey
Rooney) when Buddy’s father is killed in a speedway crash; End of the
Trail, an atypically ambitious McCoy project shot on location at White
River near the town of Landers, Wyoming, and a film that spoke plain-
tively of the plight of Native Americans when most program Westerns
dispensed with plot, much less social commentary, in favor of a series
of violent, often incoherent action sequences; and The Riding Tornado, a
lesser McCoy effort with copious amounts of stock footage.
Astoundingly, all of these films were made in 1932. Lederman was still
finding himself as a director, and his camera setups are often merely func-
tional, but in End of the Trail, particularly, he creates both a distinctive
narrative and an aggressive pictorial style, which would reach its zenith
a decade later at Warner Bros. Other films followed in predictably rapid
fashion. Silent Men (1933) was another Tim McCoy “shoot-em-up,” and
perhaps the least impressive of Lederman’s many Westerns, with a shoot-
ing schedule of a mere six days, and a budget of only $12,000, a figure
that would be risible today, even for a 58-minute program picture. More
interesting, and also indicative of Lederman’s future work, was Soldiers of
the Storm (1933), a smuggling drama with an aviation backdrop, starring
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By the time the film was released, much of the “true life” material had
been jettisoned in favor of conventional melodrama, but Lederman kept
the film rolling at a typically fast clip. Speed Demon (1933), a racing boat
film, also foreshadows Lederman’s later work for Warner’s, with a succes-
sion of fights and chase sequences that follow one another in a furious
pace. Mark It Paid (1933) recycles much the same territory, speedboat
racing, with a different cast, yet achieves the same kinetic intensity. State
Trooper (1933) again stars Regis Toomey in a surprisingly brutal crime
drama, while The Whirlwind (1933) finds Lederman back in the saddle
with Tim McCoy, in an indifferent and hastily produced Western of
little originality or distinction. Rusty Rides Alone, Lederman’s final 1933
entry, is another unexceptional Western. In addition, Lederman surrep-
titiously journeyed to Warner Bros., and worked with Kay Francis on
Robert Florey’s maternal melodrama The House on 56th Street (1933) as an
uncredited second unit director, “punching up” Florey’s somewhat stolid
pacing at the studio’s request.
In 1934, Lederman was finally allowed to move definitively outside
the Western genre, with Crime of Helen Stanley, a murder mystery in
Columbia’s “Inspector Trent” series, starring the utilitarian Ralph
Bellamy as the intrepid detective. The film is set in a film studio, elimi-
nating the use of costly sets and props (the film, like other programmers
of the 1930s and 1940s, was shot on “leftover” sets from more ambitious
productions), and features Lederman’s now familiar breathless pacing
with narrative compressed to an absolute minimum. Hell Bent for Love
(1934) is another state trooper crime procedurally with Tim McCoy in
another contemporary role, while A Man’s Game (1934) features McCoy
and Ward Bond as resolutely masculine firefighters, and incorporates
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Girl in Danger (1934) was the final entry in Columbia’s “Inspector Trent”
series, with Ralph Bellamy once again playing the title role. Without
breaking stride, Lederman moved to Warner Bros. for Murder in the
Clouds (1934), a typically fast-paced crime thriller with another aviation-
based narrative. Warner’s contract players Lyle Talbot, Ann Dvorak, and
Henry O’Neill are top billed in this surprisingly effective action film,
which benefited from spectacular aerial footage that was subsequently
used by the studio in two other productions. The Case of the Missing
Men (1934) found Lederman back at Columbia, directing the reluctant
program leading man Roger Pryor opposite Joan Perry, who would soon
retire from acting to marry Columbia’s vitriolic president, Harry Cohn.
The year 1935 brought forth a grab-bag of films from the conscientious
multigenre filmmaker, including the maternal melodrama Dinky, with
Jackie Cooper and Mary Astor; Red Hot Times, yet another racing film
with Lyle Talbot and Mary Astor in the leading roles; and Too Tough to
Kill, a typically brutal Lederman project concerning the construction of a
giant tunnel, with the reliable Victor Jory in the no-nonsense leading role.
But with only three films to his credit in 1935, it was clear that Lederman
was slowing down his torrid pace of production, as well as spending
more time on each film, searching for new and inventive camera angles,
more effective montage strategies, and working with actors in a more
deliberate, even intimate manner. His films were nevertheless still frankly
program pictures; 1936 saw the production of Alibi for Murder, a crime
thriller set in a radio station in the “locked room” genre, yet concluding
with a manic car chase, a fixture in many of Lederman’s films since his
days as an extra and stunt arranger for the Keystone Kops.
Hell Ship Morgan (1936) is a “Man-against-the-Sea” drama, with Ann
Sothern, George Bancroft, and Victor Jory in the leading roles. In the
film’s surprisingly violent conclusion, sea captain Morgan (Bancroft)
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the miscreants to justice. But this brief synopsis gives no real sense of the
frenzied, fatalistic pace the film almost immediately adopts. The open-
ing shot shows a plane in midair, which lands a few moments later. The
passengers rapidly deplane, including retired gambling boss King Carney
(Herbert Rawlinson), who has been living in Florida after narrowly
escaping execution at the hands of his underworld competitors. He has
returned to the city to cooperate with Chief Sprague in cleaning up the
rackets, and is set to testify before the Grand Jury the next morning. In a
brief conversation with two reporters at the airport, Carney outlines his
plan of action, and then catches a cab to the police station.
In a typically Ledermanian touch, Carney is cut down in the taxi in
a hail of machine gun bullets literally moments later, and the report-
ers, who have witnessed his murder, immediately phone the story in to
their papers. Almost immediately, the identity of the killer, Louie Butler
(Butler is never seen in the film, and makes his only “appearance” later as
an off-screen, heavily shadowed corpse), is made known, and Lederman
presents a frenzied montage of the police rounding up suspects, smash-
ing into gambling clubs and bars, until they arrest the hapless Butler as
one of a mob of miscreants (through the judicious use of stock footage).
Butler is taken into police custody, but is moved from the mail jail to an
offsite holding cell for the sake of “security.”
The next morning, Chief Sprague arrives at the police headquarters to
question Butler, only to discover that he has ostensibly committed suicide
in his holding cell, using his belt to hang himself. Sprague immediately
realizes that the supposed “suicide” is actually murder, and summons
his entire staff to his office to reprimand them for allowing the murder
to take place. It is at this juncture that Sprague and Geary stage their
premeditated altercation, and Geary is unceremoniously thrown off the
force. Compressing time in a few atmospheric shots, Lederman moves
to the evening of the next day, as Geary and Sprague plot their campaign
against the underworld. Geary agrees to keep his masquerade a secret,
even from his fiancée, Alice Devlin (Joan Perry).
Lederman pushes the plot forward to the ironically named Safe
Anchorage Café, a water front gambling joint of singular disrepute,
presided over by Katie (the perennially hardboiled Florence Bates, who
was a lawyer in Texas before turning to acting as a profession), an impos-
ing matriarch who has nevertheless long ago decided to cooperate with
the city’s criminal elite. Geary deftly insinuates himself into the gang as
a “bag man,” making the rounds to collect the mob’s illicit winnings. To
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further ingratiate himself with his new companions, Geary strong arms a
minor underworld figure, “Fido” Durkin (Ben Weldon), into paying off a
longstanding debt to the mob. Impressed, his handlers take him straight
to the top of the criminal pyramid, while his fiancée, accompanied by
honest cop Captain Allen (Wade Boteler), watches Geary’s seeming
descent into crime with disgust.
The mysterious “A. E. Laughlin,” the supposed head of the syndicate,
which operates under the nebulous name “Consolidated Enterprises,”
turns out to be a “straw man” dreamed up by Pagle and Reddick as a
front for the illicit enterprises. Geary is shocked to discover that his
police force is so thoroughly corrupt, and using tubercular thug Benny
McKaye (Joe Downing) as a front, races to Chief Sprague’s apartment to
tell him the news. But, unsurprisingly, Pagle is still suspicious of Geary’s
recent “conversion” to crime, and trails Geary and McKaye to Sprague’s
clandestine rooms. Overhearing their conversation, Pagle bursts in and
fatally shoots Sprague, framing Geary for the murder. Benny McKaye,
who has witnessed the murder, escapes through a window. With Sprague
dead, Geary has no alibi, and Pagle and Reddick easily railroad him
into prison, where the sadistic warden, Monson (Howard Da Silva in a
brutally convincing performance), torments Geary on a nonstop basis,
throwing him into the “hole” for extended stretches of time on the vagu-
est of pretexts.
Big Dog (Dick Rich) and Durkin are now inmates in the penitentiary
along with Geary, and do their best to kill him at every possible oppor-
tunity. Monson is so universally hated by the cons that, one day on the
rock pile, a group of inmates contrive to drop a boulder on Monson with
a steam shovel. The attempt fails, but Monson is wounded, and Geary
and his one friend in the prison, Tex Alexander (John Ridgely), escape
in an ambulance in the confusion. Big Dog is furious that Geary might
escape before he can kill him, and jumps on the running board of the
fleeing ambulance in a last ditch attempt to murder Geary, but without
success; Big Dog is cut down in yet another burst of machine gun bullets
from the prison guards.
Tex and Geary make good their escape, but discover that Benny
McKaye, the one witness to the murder of Chief Sprague, has died of
consumption. In a desperate, last ditch scheme, Geary kidnaps the
governor of the state, Phelps (Charles Trowbridge), and forces him to
phone Reddick and Pagle, telling them that Benny McKaye is alive,
and has fingered them for Chief Sprague’s murder. Geary parks his car
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across the street from Governor Phelps’ apartment with Benny McKaye’s
corpse in the driver’s seat, and watches with Phelps as Reddick and Pagle
“murder” Benny in yet another spectacularly violent drive-by shooting.
Convinced of Geary’s innocence, the governor brings in the state police
to arrest Reddick and Pagle, and clear Geary of Sprague’s murder. Geary,
completely exhausted from the ordeal, falls asleep on the governor’s
couch, utterly drained by his narrow descent into crime.
Even this brief synopsis of the film’s convoluted and frenzied narra-
tive does little to convey the ferocity with which Strange Alibi is directed.
Lederman’s camera coverage is always proactive, searching for the best
possible angle for each sequence, each shot, moving with utter assurance
in a series of fluid dollies through “Consolidated Enterprises” corrupt
domain. “Cookies” are used liberally to give each setup added punch and
atmosphere, and whenever possible, Lederman used a series of swiftly
moving montage sequences to compress time and narrative exposition.
Da Silva’s Monson is a memorably despicable creation, prowling through
the prison yard, nightstick at the ready, a sneer firmly etched on his
brutal visage, as he clubs into submission longtime prisoners who can no
longer defend themselves from his viciousness with undisguised glee.
Continually referring to Geary as “the defective detective,” Monson
seizes upon any minor infraction of the prison rules to hurl Geary into
solitary confinement. Lederman deftly conveys the depths of Geary’s
desolation and anger in the “hole” in an economical nine-shot montage
that begins with Geary being pushed into the darkened cell, then refus-
ing food as the days pass by, at length accepting bread and water rather
than starving, and ending with a haunting close-up of Geary’s eyes, as
he realizes that his plight is hopeless. As another example of directorial
economy, when Tex and Geary escape from prison in the ambulance,
Lederman uses footage from Lloyd Bacon’s San Quentin (1937) to heighten
the tempo of the chase sequence, forcing the getaway car to cross the
tracks of a speeding locomotive not once, but twice. The second time, the
car smashes into the speeding train and rolls into a ditch. Tex is killed,
but Geary escapes by running after the train, and jumping on a boxcar.
Throughout the film, all authority is shown as worthless, corrupt,
or inefficient; no one believes Geary’s protestations of innocence at his
trial for Sprague’s death, and the prosecutor is too anxious to convict
Geary to entertain the possibility that anyone else is responsible for the
crime. Typically for Lederman, Geary’s fiancée—Alice Devlin—is an
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to assure Geary that “I’ll be waiting” when he gets out of prison, which
without any outside help isn’t likely. The only other female character of
consequence, Katie, is an exquisitely corrupt member of the “Laughlin”
mob, and though she eventually switches allegiances to help Geary in
his fight to clear his name, she remains for sale to the highest bidder for
most of the film’s brief duration. Shot with vibrant intensity by the gifted
veteran Allen G. Siegler, and tightly edited by Frank Magee, Strange Alibi
is a curiously compelling film, which resonates in the memory long after
the last violent scene has faded from the screen.
Lederman’s 1942 Escape from Crime is even more surreal, violent, and
hard to classify. In the film’s first scene, Red O’Hara (Richard Travis) is
stuck in prison for a crime he didn’t commit, but despairs of ever getting
out. In the next scene, one of his prison buddies rushes to tell Red that
he’s been paroled, effective immediately, for no apparent reason. Thirty
seconds later, Red is driving away from the prison with his erstwhile
criminal associate, Slim Dugan (Rex Williams), exulting in his newfound
freedom. Not 30 seconds after that, Red is demanding that Slim “hand
over his rod,” so that Red can murder his wife, Molly O’Hara (Julie
Bishop), for being unfaithful. “I hope you know what you’re doing,” Slim
laconically intones, but of course, Red has no idea what he’s doing; he’s
simply a pawn in the film’s bizarre and often contradictory narrative,
pursuing one objective in one shot, only to change his mind in the next.
Abruptly convinced of Molly’s fidelity by the presence of a redheaded
young boy whom Molly claims is his child, Red abandons his plans to
murder her (“Gee, that’s swell!” Slim comments, upon hearing Red’s
change of heart), and decides to pursue a job as a newspaper cameraman.
At this point, the film becomes a compressed remake of Lloyd Bacon’s
James Cagney vehicle, Picture Snatcher (1933), as Red claws his way to the
top of the tabloid news photographer’s trade. Wherever Red goes, things
happen. His first big break occurs when his former associates, including
Slim, stick up a bank while Red is passing by, his Speed Graphic camera
at the ready. Convincing Cornell (Frank Wilcox), the editor of a sleazy
daily, to hire him despite his prison record on the strength of his exclu-
sive photos of the holdup, Red plunges into a maelstrom of pictorial
violence. Planes crash at air shows, cars are wrecked in automobile races,
fires consume entire tenement blocks, and Red is always on the scene,
dutifully recording it all for posterity.
At length, however, the senior editor of the newspaper, Reardon
(Charles Wilson), presents Red with an assignment that is too tough for
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of Fear (1954). Produced by Robert Fellows and John Wayne, the film
centered on a series of mysterious accidents plaguing the Clyde Beatty
circus (Beatty appeared as himself in the film). Apparently desperate for
help, Beatty’s onscreen persona calls in mystery writer Mickey Spillane
(Spillane played himself in the film, as well) to help unravel the mystery.
Grant, one of John Wayne’s favorite screenwriters, had written some
modestly engaging films in his career, but had directed only one film,
the John Wayne vehicle Angel and the Badman (1947). Grant approached
the task of directing Ring of Fear with unnerving aplomb, telling a local
reporter that
If you can read, you can direct. These guys who think the director is the
kingpin make me ill. If the actors and electricians can read the directions in
the script, they can make the movie with the director not even on the lot.
(Wilson, 1953: 1)
Perhaps not surprisingly, the film soon ran into trouble during produc-
tion, principally because of a hastily constructed script, coauthored by
actor/writer Paul Fix and Grant. Wayne, sensing disaster, asked Spillane
to do an uncredited rewrite, which Spillane pounded out on the set
during production, in return for a white Jaguar sports car as a gift from
Wayne. Despite a relatively lavish budget, color, and the fact that the
film was scheduled to be shot in the 3D “Natural Vision” process (this
last idea was dropped before the film went into production), Ring of Fear
emerged as a commercial and critical failure, barely making a profit at
the box office. Lederman, only marginally associated with the produc-
tion, quietly went back to television work, but offers were drying up.
Still, Lederman made a living directing episodes of various television
shows in the mid-to-late 1950s, notably the ultra-violent Shotgun Slade,
starring Scott Brady as a hired gun in the Old West. On 22–23 October
1959, Lederman directed the series’ episode entitled “The Marriage
Circle” (obviously unrelated to the 1924 Lubitsch feature film of the same
name), featuring Brady, Colleen Gray, and Ted De Corsia in a taut half-
hour drama, with liberal doses of sadistic violence. Lederman’s cast sheet
from the episode survives in his files, along with his notations on the
actors, ranging from “great” to a mere “good”; peculiarly, De Corsia, one
of the screen’s most accomplished villains, is passed over for comment
(D. Ross Lederman papers). Just four days later, on 27–28 October
Lederman led the Shotgun Slade cast and crew through “Treasure Trap,” an
equally violent episode of the series. On 12–13 November 1959 Lederman
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returned to the series with one of the series most brutal episodes, “Street
of Terror.” Shotgun Slade was canceled in 1961, partly as a result of protests
against its insistent violence, but Lederman had already moved on, and
was once again looking for work.
On Friday, 22 January 1960, Lederman began work on the final project
of his long career, “Daughter of the Sioux,” an episode of the hour-
long Western series Overland Trail, starring William Bendix and Doug
McClure. The shooting schedule still survives in Lederman’s papers and
demonstrates just how fast he had to work to keep up with the schedule
imposed on him; on the second day of the shoot (Monday, 25 January), he
was expected to complete nearly 70 setups in one day at Iverson’s Ranch,
for a total of 13 2/8 two-eighths pages of script, or about 13 minutes of
actual screen time, in just one day. While some of the scenes are dialogue
setups, most of the day’s shoot is pure action, involving a chase, an
“Indian attack,” and various scenes in which a runaway stagecoach is
brought under control. Working under such difficult conditions is a test
of any director’s skill and ability, as Joseph Kane, another prolific director
of Westerns for Republic Pictures in the 1940s, knew well. Noted Kane,
Take shows like Rawhide, Laramie, Bonanza, Cheyenne, which I did. We had
five days to do those one-hour shows. You’ve got to have forty-eight minutes
of story. Twelve minutes of advertising, main title . . . junk. Five days! And that
didn’t mean you could go nights! You had to start at eight in the morning and
be through at six. So you had forty-five hours. A very tight schedule. You had
to knock off around twenty-eight setups a day. Figure it out—you’ve got to
do a setup every fifteen minutes. And you have to do it, because the following
Monday they start the new one on the same set. They’ve hired the cast the
week you’re shooting. The director is getting ready. And you have to get the
hell off that set by Friday night. Thursday afternoon, the new scripts arrive
on the set, and the crew and the cast are reading the new scripts while you’re
trying to shoot your show! (Flynn and McCarthy, 322–323)
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I remember one time, he had been drinking, and my darling little grandmother
and I were at our house at 120 South Valley; it was a beautiful house, beautiful.
We got scared because he was yelling and screaming at my mother upstairs. He
pretty much terrorized us in a sense. So we called the police. The police came,
and here was my grandmother and I sneaking around the corner, hiding in our
own house. Then my father came down the stairs with his badge as an honor-
ary policeman, from the chief of police at Burbank. He showed the badge to
the police, and they smiled at him, these two police officers, and backed away,
apologized, and then they left. My grandmother and I were terrified of what he
was going to do. But he didn’t do anything to us. He went back upstairs, and
started screaming and yelling at my mother. So that was our home life.
Three months before he died, I somehow heard he was failing. He was out at
the Motion Picture Country Home, and he had problems, kidney and heart
problems. I took my then 16-year-old son, Gregory, who had never seen his
grandfather. When we walked in, my son, a big strapping boy, went over and
kissed him on the cheek. I didn’t ask him to do that, but it was very sweet of
him. Then we sat down, and we talked for almost an hour. During all that
time he talked about himself. He never asked my son what grade he was in,
what sport he liked, what he wanted to do with his life, nothing. He was totally
self-centered. He loved guns. He had a collection of guns. He was really into
that. My mother said, “If you ever kill a deer, I’ll divorce you.” He used to
go duck hunting, and leave dead ducks on the back porch. I remember my
mother finally said, “I will never clean another duck.” He loved to barbecue.
I still have the recipe for his barbecued chicken, marinating in a big yellow
Tom and Jerry bowl all day.
But there is one thing that he said to me that I will never forget as long as I
live. When I was at UCLA, I was living at the sorority house, and I brought
my roommate, Betty Hancock, home with me one day. Betty was a smart girl,
and a good pal, and we were all sitting around talking and suddenly he said,
“Betty, I don’t know what you are doing in college, but you don’t even have
to finish. I can get you a great job. It would probably pay about $500 a week.”
That was a lot of money back then, in 1948. He said, “I’ll get you a job as a
script girl. You would be very good at that. I can get you that job.”
I said, “Gee, Daddy, I would like to do that! I’m very good noticing continu-
ity things; I would be a good script girl.” And he looked at me and said, “Just
forget about that, Joan. You just learn to type, so that when some man leaves you
when you are middle aged, you will have some way to support yourself.” Then
he turned back to Betty, and continued, “Now, Betty, I can get you this job. Why
don’t we talk about it?” and he dismissed me. I mean why? Did he place so little
value on me, or was he just mean, or he didn’t give a darn, or what was it? I don’t
know. To this day I don’t know. I’ll never figure it out. (Neville, 21 October 2005)
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Lederman’s films pop up on TCM from time to time, but only a few of
his early Westerns, and two Warner’s features from the 1940s, are avail-
able on DVD. But it makes sense that this is so, for D. Ross Lederman
never catered to his audiences; like the supreme egoist he was, he made
his films for a pittance, without studio interference, and in the process
created a cinema that was entirely his alone. It did not matter what script
he was required to use, or what actors, or whether it was comedy or an
action film; D. Ross Lederman saw America as a dark, violent maelstrom,
in which only the corrupt and the brutal survive. That was the way he
lived his life, and made his films, and that’s the vision he leaves to us
today, whether we like it or not.
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Juan Orol, Phantom of
the Mexican Cinema
Abstract: In the mid-twentieth-century Mexican cinema,
one filmmaker stands out from all the rest as being almost
erased from cinema history. Juan Orol is one of the most
peculiar of all Mexican cineastes, often compared unjustly
to Ed Wood for the poverty-stricken nature of his films, but
unlike Wood, Orol’s influence was much more pervasive
in Mexico during his lifetime, and he was both far more
prolific and more disciplined. His accomplishments as a
director are real, and lasting. It’s easy to see that Orol was
a driven man, and a driven filmmaker; indeed, as he got
older, the pace of his film production only increased.
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Indeed, Orol’s indefatigable industry stands out as one of his most defin-
ing characteristics—that, and his seeming ability to create something out
of almost nothing, despite the most tenuous production circumstances.
Much like the films of African American cineastes Spencer Williams or
Oscar Micheaux, which are also often misinterpreted, it’s a miracle that
Orol got any backing at all for his films, and for the minimal amount
spent, he got the most out of every production dollar. For working in the
Mexican cinema during this period was a difficult proposition from the
word “go”. As an anonymous but surprisingly erudite commentator in
Wikipedia notes,
Decades of labor disputes between studios and talent played a role in bring-
ing about the end of the golden age, but the primary cause was concentration
of studio ownership. During the land reforms of President Lázaro Cárdenas,
American sugar plantation owner and bootlegger William O. Jenkins sold his
land holdings and made a comparatively safer investment in Mexican movie
theaters.
By the mid-1940s, Jenkins owned two theater chains and controlled all film
showings in 12 states. His chains began limiting the exhibition of Mexican
films to allow more Hollywood films to be shown. He also used his influence
in the industry to dictate regulations that limited film production to a few
genres. These low-budget, low quality films became known as “churros.” In
1944, Jenkins invested in Churubusco studios. The company soon came to
dominate the Mexican industry, and by the late 1950s, CLASA, Azteca Films,
and Tepeyac Studios had all either closed or been bought out, leaving only
Jorge Stahl’s San Angel Inn as competition. In 1957, Jenkins bought the theater
chain of Abelardo Rodríguez, his last remaining competitor, effectively taking
control of every aspect of the Mexican cinema industry, from production to
exhibition. The only survivor of the golden days was Luis Buñuel, with films
like El ángel exterminador (The Exterminating Angel) in 1961.
And it is in the land of the churros, so to speak, that we find Juan Orol. His
early life was remarkable in itself, and offered a foretaste of the itinerant
lifestyle to come that would inform the creation of his 57 feature films.
Born Juan Orol García on 4 August 1897 in La Coruña, Galicia, Spain, he
spent his early years shuffling between Mexico and Cuba. When he was
eight years old, his mother shipped him off to Cuba to find his absent
father, and as he grew up, Orol went through a motley series of jobs
including bullfighting (during one bout with a bull he was nearly fatally
gored); professional baseball, at which he was equally inept; as well as
trying his hand at being an auto mechanic, a car salesman, and even a
boxer—all with little success.
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Drifting back to Mexico, Orol fell in with the secret police, and soon
found a job working as a would-be “strong arm” man, and one day was
asked to film an execution. Orol had never used a camera before, but
after a three-minute crash course he hand-cranked his way through this
official “snuff ” film, and was immediately smitten with the possibility of
creating a fantasy world that the cinema represented. From this macabre
beginning, however, Orol segued into a job in radio, and then worked as
an art director for an advertising agency. This led him to film advertising,
and then acting, writing, production, and direction on a full-time basis.
Orol’s first directorial credit was on the 1927 silent film El sendero
gris (codirected with Jesús Cárdenas), but his first big hit was the 1935
maternal tearjerker Madre querida (Beloved Mother), which he produced,
directed, and introduced on screen, with a seemingly heartfelt paean to
all the mothers in the audience, in addition to providing the story for
the film. This was followed by the equally sudsy Honrarás a tus padres
(Honor Thy Mother and Father, 1937), which Orol produced, directed, and
starred in—this last function serving as the beginning of a long string of
performances in his films, despite his somewhat unprepossessing appeal
as a matinee idol.
After exhausting the public’s appetite for melodrama and musicals,
Orol turned to gangster films, and soon became the foremost exponent
of the “Cine Negro Mexicano,” also known as the “Cine de Gangsters.”
It was here that Orol truly found his métier. Orol idolized the Warner
Bros. gangster films of the early 1930s, and imagined himself as a worthy
competitor of the likes of James Cagney, Humphrey Bogart, and Edward
G. Robinson. Soon, he invented a recurring character that he would play
for most of the rest of his life—Johnny Carmenta, a supposedly suave
denizen of the underworld who would eventually become Orol’s almost
real-life alter ego.
This gave rise to the best-known film of Orol’s long career, the genre-
bending Gángsters contra charros (Gangsters Against Cowboys, 1948),
in which Orol, as gangster Johnny Carmenta, battles cowboy Pancho
Domínguez (José Pulido) in a Mexico City turf war, further complicated
by the presence of cabaret dancer Rosa (Rosa Carmina, who was also
Orol’s third wife at the time), who deftly plays one man off against the
other. As with most of Orol’s films, most of the 79-minute running time
of Gángsters contra charros comprises long dialogue scenes, in which
Orol and Pulido threaten each other with a singular lack of conviction,
interspersed with equally interminable series of dance numbers, making
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debut feature film of Sebastien de Amo, and was well received in Mexico,
winning three Ariels (the Mexican equivalent of the Academy Award)
for Best Actor—Roberto Sosa as Orol; Best Cinematography—Carlos
Hidalgo; and Best Costume Design—Deborah Medina. Sebastien de
Amo received an Ariel nomination for Best First Work for the film,
but didn’t win, yet the film is clearly an accomplished piece of work. As
Devon Pack writes,
What really gives the film both magic and a comedy is that the film takes
place largely within the delusional perspective of Juan Orol. He is coaxed
through the setbacks of his life by [his] Tyler Durden-esque alter ego,
Johnny Carmenta. This zoot-suited eidolon is always there to offer advice,
and to take over when more ruthlessness is required. Much of the humor
of the film lays in how Orol’s confidence renders him impervious to
criticism—every film he is making is a masterpiece of noir, even when the
machine guns don’t break glass (because smashing glass windows would be
expensive). While it resembles the campy noir style of Burton’s Ed Wood,
El Fantástico Mundo De Juan Orol spends little time on the process of film-
making, and much more time on how Orol’s enthusiasm draws people into
working for him.
Shot in richly saturated black and white, and introduced with actual
footage of Orol introducing the 1935 version of Madre querida with seem-
ingly earnest sincerity, followed by scenes from several of Orol’s gangster
films, El Fantastic Mundo de Juan Orol is clearly a love letter to the late
director, who is recognized for his accomplishments rather than being
chastised for his shortcomings. As detailed, when William O. Jenkins
took control of the Mexican film industry, it became almost impossible
to work within the country, as Jenkins would pay minimal fees to direc-
tor/producers for their works, and then insist that they pay for all the
advertising as well, thus reducing their takings to nearly nothing.
When the time came for the next film, Jenkins would blandly tell film-
makers that he would advance them a loan for their upcoming project,
provided that they mortgage all of their previous films with him, and
even their houses and other personal property, simply to obtain financ-
ing, at a ruinous rate of 20 per year. Indeed, conditions in Mexico
during this period were so dire that the Academia Mexicana de Artes y
Ciencias Cinematográficas—the equivalent of Hollywood’s Academy of
Motion Picture Arts and Sciences—didn’t even bother to award Ariels
from 1959 to 1971, on the grounds that the films were so poor in quality
that there was no reason to do so.
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As Juan Orol, Roberto Sosa is both a dead ringer for the late director,
as well as maintaining an air of bland assurance throughout the film.
Certain incidents are fictionalized, as in nearly every biopic, but as Orol,
Sosa is completely unflappable, and no matter how badly he does as a
matador or professional baseball player, and even when the critics tear
him to shreds in their daily reviews, he seems absolutely indifferent. For
Orol, it’s the public that counts, and he’s making films for the masses, not
the critics.
In doing so, even on the cheap, Orol ties in to many of the nascent
dreams of his audience members, who would love to settle the problems
with a gun, or have a gorgeous rhumba dancer swoon in their arms, and
live in the seedy yet glamorous world of Mexico City nightlife of the era.
Orol’s key period as a filmmaker is obviously from the 1930s to the early
1960s, but that’s an awfully long run, wouldn’t you think? To maintain
box-office popularity for three decades is no mean feat; in the end, it was
advancing years, more than anything else, that put an end to his career.
Toward the end of El Fantástico Mundo De Juan Orol, as the film moves
smoothly into the mid-1960s, Orol is visited by a representative from
Eastman Kodak, who assures him that if he continues to make films
in black and white, he will soon become obsolete. Technicolor is out;
single strip color film is the new technology. In a charmingly innocent
sequence, the sales rep touches various objects in the room, which
immediately spring to life in full color, until the entire room is bursting
with light, as Orol beams in delight. From there, the film shifts entirely
to color, as did Orol’s films, but one gets the real sense that something
substantial has been lost. The gritty black-and-white world of Orol’s
low-budget universe has been replaced by something far less substantial;
the shadows become less pronounced, and the lighting becomes more
garish. By the time the film gets to the re-created scenes from El fantás-
tico mundo de los hippies, it seems that an entire world has been lost. Juan
Orol was never meant for a color universe; his films, and his vision, were
something phantasmal, meant for the shadows.
Dubbed the creator of “accidental surrealism,” the world that Orol’s
films depict is at once alluring and evanescent, existing in a twilight zone
of cheap sets, shabby nightclub acts, and the seemingly eternal presence
of Orol’s gangster alter ego. Like Roger Corman in his best films, his early
black-and-white work from the 1950s, Orol presented his viewers with a
world of pervasive corruption, yet infused with his own sense of indomi-
table optimism. Pop culture reflects the needs and desire of the time in
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Missing in Action: The Lost
Version of Vanishing Point
Abstract: Much has been written on Richard C.
Sarafian’s existential road movie Vanishing Point (1971),
a shambling, glorious wreck of a film that nevertheless
manages to achieve a certain sort of ragged splendor in
its countercultural tale of loner driver Kowalski (Barry
Newman), who takes on a nearly impossible drive from
Denver to San Francisco to deliver a Dodge Challenger
in less than 24 hours. Based on two true life stories, one
of a San Diego police officer who was kicked off the force
in disgrace, and another one of a man who died after a
high-speed chase which led to his crashing into a police
roadblock, Vanishing Point is pure twentieth-century high
octane nihilism.
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traps and police roadblocks, and for much of his run to the coast, the
bond between the two men keeps Kowalski from being arrested. And
Super Soul performs another service for Kowalski—he turns him into
an instant pop culture hero. Soon, the idea of Kowalski as the “ultimate
outlaw,” sticking it to the man, gains pop currency, and people gather at
the radio station to cheer Super Soul and Kowalski on.
Along the way, Kowalski, who has rejected conventional society with
a vengeance—and after all, what has it done for him?—meets a variety
of counterculture types, including a crazed old snake handler (Dean
Jagger, in another strong turn) who catches rattlesnakes for evangelical
religious ceremonies. This is one of the more bizarre side trips in the
movie, though Jagger does his best with the material, but it’s much too
obvious, and seems an interruption in the narrative, which works best
when Kowalski is on the move.
But in the meantime, some disgruntled local police and rednecks have
decided that they’ve had enough of Super Soul’s idolization of Kowalski
and his mythic run for the border, and break into the radio station,
smashing it to bits, severely beating up both Super Soul and his engineer.
Super Soul’s broadcast is now co-opted by the police, and rather than
helping Kowalski, Super Soul is now being forced to lead him into a
trap.
Speeding down the highway near the California border, Kowalski
meets a biker named Angel (Timothy Scott), who pulls up beside him
at 90 MPH and offers his help, if needed. Kowalski waves him off at
first, but then decides that some more speed is in order, and Angel takes
Kowalski back to his commune for some more uppers to keep him going,
while Angel’s unnamed girlfriend (Gilda Texter) rides around nude on
a motorcycle in a deliberately provocative manner. When Angel leaves
to do some reconnaissance for Kowalski, she almost immediately offers
herself to Kowalski for sex.
Nonplussed—he really isn’t interested in sex, just speed—Kowalski
turns her down, and when Angel returns they strap a beat-up old bike,
a siren, and a flashing red light on the rooftop of the Challenger, and get
through another roadblock, but this trick is the last victory. The police
have been tracking Kowalski’s progress electronically with the aid of a
battery of roadside monitors, which display his route, speed, and location
on an electronic wall map. In the border town of Cisco, California, the
local police set up two bulldozers in the middle of the road, guaranteed
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radio station with his engineer in tow, regains control of the console and
reaches out to Kowalski one last time, to warn him of his impending
doom. But it’s too late; “turn it off,” he tells the engineer. For Kowalski
has now turned to another radio station, booming out more up-tempo
pop, but without the guiding hand of someone seeking to protect him.
With an enormous smile on his face that seems to grow more
pronounced with each cut back, Kowalski plows full speed into the
bulldozers, and the Challenger goes up in a fireball, reduced to a flam-
ing wreck in seconds. The film thus ends where it began; in the opening
minutes of the film, we see the bulldozers being set up as the locals look
on in disinterested stupefaction, and a CBS news truck pulls up to cover
the story. The film then cuts back to Kowalski picking up the car in
Denver, and then follows him through to the fatal crash.
More than one critic has suggested that like Sisyphus, Kowalski will be
condemned to repeat this cycle again and again, dying only to be reborn
in another life. But even if this were true, it would seem that Kowalski’s
journey has been completed, and that only Super Soul, as some sort of
benevolent seer, or guide, has had any impact on Kowalski’s life. But
something’s missing, and it’s available only on the initial US release of
the DVD, which presents two versions of the film with almost no fanfare;
the 98-minute standard US version, and the 105-minute cut featuring a
key, lost sequence with none other than Charlotte Rampling—absolutely
assured as usual—as a mysterious hitchhiker in the dead of night, suit-
case in hand.
Impulsively, Kowalski offers her a lift. She gets in Kowalski’s car, gets
him stoned on marijuana for the first time in the film—up until then it’s
only been speed—and then suddenly tells him that “I’ve been waiting for
you for a long time. Oh, how I’ve waited for you. Everywhere and since
forever. Patiently. Patiently. That’s the only way to wait for somebody.” For
the first time in the film, Kowalski seems to really relax, and the tension
goes out of his body; he pulls over the car, and when the young woman
asks why they’re stopping, he tells her simply, “I’m getting stoned.” She
smiles, pulls Charlotte over for a deep kiss, and the film fades to black.
When Kowalski awakens the next morning, she’s gone without a trace.
In contrast to the more realistic, if sometimes stereotypical characters
Kowalski encounters on his coast-to-coast trip, Rampling’s spectral
appearance is something altogether different, raising the film to a much
more thoughtful level of introspection with just one small, seven-minute
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means, but in most of his films and television work, he didn’t really have
actors whom he could really engage with.
Rampling offers something altogether different for Newman, and
the scene between the two of them puts the film in an entirely different
perspective, from first frame to last. This version was released theatri-
cally in the United Kingdom, but not in the United States, where the film
received indifferent and uncomprehending reviews initially, and has only
fairly recently been the subject of a serious reevaluation. Yet amazingly,
the UK version isn’t available on DVD in the United Kingdom; it’s only
the flip side of the initial US release, and that’s it. It isn’t even featured as
a significant extra, and yet it’s really the only version of the film that one
should seriously consider. So, much like Rampling’s appearance in the
film itself, it’s a rather phantasmal release, but I would argue that with-
out this segment, the film really isn’t complete. Director Sarafian, who
provided commentary for the US and the UK versions of the film on
the 2004 US double-sided DVD release, agreed, noting that Rampling’s
character was an metaphorical vision of the Angel of Death.
For his part, Barry Newman seemed particularly displeased with the
deletion of the scene, in what is probably his best film; clearly, much of
the resonance of the original version was lost with this edit. As he noted,
[T]here was a wonderful scene where Kowalski stops the car and picks up
a hitchhiker, played by Charlotte Rampling. The girl, dressed in black and
shrouded in fog, is carrying a sign that says San Francisco. He picks her up,
she gets into the car and she asks him “What are you?” He answers, “a car
delivery driver.” She says, “No, what sign are you?” [They’re both Scorpios,
it turns out.] They talk and end up spending the night together in the desert.
Suddenly she says, “Don’t go to San Francisco,” and vanishes. She was the
symbol of death. That was an interesting scene, because it really gave the film
an allegorical lift and explains everything.
I was in Austria filming The Salzburg Connection while they were editing
Vanishing Point, and I received a call from my agent in New York. He had
just seen a screening of Vanishing Point and said they cut it up and made it
look like a “B” movie. They cut out the Rampling scenes because they were
afraid the audience wouldn’t understand what happened to the girl in the car;
why was she suddenly not there? At the time it was made, we were still living
in the sixties, with the individual against the institutions—the establishment.
The individual, the loner, the anti-hero was very, very popular then, and it
was a very moving thing when the guy killed himself. When he died, it stayed
with people. They came back and saw the film over and over again. I was
never aware of the impact of the film while I was making it.
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[Kowalski was] a man who has failed before—and that’s the allegorical thing in
this film—that Kowalski was going to get through those bulldozers. He smiles
as he rushes to his death at the end of Vanishing Point because he believes he
will make it through the roadblock. Deep down, Kowalski may have believed
he wasn’t going to make it, but that’s the basis of an existentialist film. The
hero is fated to die [from the opening structure of the film, which ends at the
beginning, and repeats this at the end] and you know it when he takes off that
he’s not going to live. The title Vanishing Point was meant not for his impact
into the bulldozers [ . . . ] It represents Kowalski’s point of no return—it was his
Vanishing Point—it was his last ride. (as qtd. in Zazarine, 1986)
I’ve always liked Vanishing Point, which, despite some roughness and a
few overdetermined sequences, is more of an existential road movie than
Monte Hellman’s Two Lane Blacktop—made the same year—could ever
hope to be. It’s Newman’s best film, Sarafian’s best film—sadly, he died in
2013—and it’s clearly a labor of love on the part of all concerned. Shot in
just 38 days, it’s obvious that everyone pushed themselves to the limit to
make the film as good as it is; as Sarafian rhetorically noted on the DVD
commentary, for a commercial Hollywood director, “how often do you
get to make a film that really means something?”
On the DVD commentary for the film, Sarafian noted that he always
referred to the film in jest as “Vanishing Points,” because he was forced
by Darryl F. Zanuck and 20th Century Fox to give back some of his back-
end participation points when he went over budget by $80,000—think of
it, just $80,000—on a total budget of $1.3 million. But with the Charlotte
Rampling sequence, it becomes a whole new movie, and you can really
see what the entire project was aiming at from the beginning.
For now, you can only hope to get a Region One DVD of the early
2004 DVD release with the double-sided disc to get the UK version of
the film. The Blu-ray version offers only the US cut, which is a shame.
While it’s not a “B” movie by any means in the US version, it’s merely a
more thoughtful-than-average action film with some metaphysical over-
tones. With the additional footage added, it crosses over into a different
zone altogether—sort of like an Antonioni movie on methamphetamine.
If you like Vanishing Point now, you really should make an effort to see
the complete version—it really does make all the difference. The uncut
Vanishing Point is a denser, much richer film altogether; one wonders
what would have happened to both Sarafian and Newman’s careers if
their original vision had made it, without interference, to the screen.
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The Invisible Cinema
of Marcel Hanoun
Abstract: When Marcel Hanoun died on 22 September
2012 at the age of 82, it caused barely a ripple in the
media, and even in the world of experimental cinema.
And yet Hanoun was a major filmmaker, whose near total
critical eclipse after an initial burst of critical interest is an
indictment of cinema history as a function of canon. It’s
true that Hanoun’s films are difficult, but no more so than
Jean-Luc Godard’s, who was a fan of Hanoun’s work; it’s
true that Hanoun turned his back on commercial cinema
to work as a perennial outsider, but again, cinema has
many rebellious figures in its history who continue to hold
a claim on our memory. But Hanoun is in death, as he was
in life, an almost phantom auteur, “discovered” in the early
1960s, and then summarily dismissed.
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for it is above all by his attitude that the director of Une Simple Histoire has
broken new ground.”
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scenarist’s invention . . . only for Hanoun could the experience have this char-
acter that is profoundly negating, subversive, anti-commercial. (135)
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that his work is so much more than one film, one film which ultimately
and unjustly served to define him, one film whose reception shaped his
entire career, and one film which is just one of the many challenging
and dazzling films he created, films which demand our attention, and
continue to resonate in one’s memory long after the final images have
faded from the screen.
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The Noir Vision of Max
Ophüls, Romantic Fatalist
Abstract: Max Ophüls, born Maximillian Oppenheimer on
6 May 1902, Saarbrücken, Germany, was a director known
primarily for his romance films, often with sweeping
tracking shots, and often taking place in the past. Ophüls’
luxurious camera style is evident in such superb romance
films as Letter from an Unknown Woman (1948). The
director made only two true noir films in his long and
distinguished career, back to back: Caught and The
Reckless Moment (both 1949) during his brief period in
the United States. These two noirs were a distinct departure
from his earlier work, and stand out as near aberrations
in the director’s body of work. But they were created out
of necessity, not design, for Ophüls never really wanted to
come to Hollywood in the first place.
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part of the film is watching Ryan devour his role with obvious relish,
playing up Ohlrig’s megalomania for all its worth. Caught was a modest
success, enhanced considerably by Lee Garmes’ atmospheric lighting,
and Ophüls’ incessantly dollying camerawork, which by this time had
become his trademark.
Caught was based on a novel by Libbie Block, which reportedly used
the film producer and aviator Howard Hughes as the basis for Ohlrig’s
ruthless, monomaniacal character. Here, the director was working at
least partially from personal experience. There was little love lost between
Ophüls and Hughes, as Hughes had fired Ophüls from the director’s
chair on the revenge melodrama Vendetta, which began filming under
Hughes’ supervision in 1946, but was not released until 1950. Amazingly,
directors Preston Sturges, Stuart Heisler, Mel Ferrer, and Hughes himself
all took turns helming sections of Vendetta, which opened to disastrous
reviews and negligible box office.
Mason was toplined in Ophüls’ next production, The Reckless Moment,
appearing opposite noir stalwart Joan Bennett. Produced by Bennett’s
husband, Walter Wanger, The Reckless Moment tells the rather improbable
tale of Lucia Harper (Bennett), who becomes tangled in a web of lies
and deceit when she tries to cover up for her daughter, Bea (Geraldine
Fitzgerald), whom she believes to be guilty of the murder of her sleazy
boyfriend Ted Darby (Shepperd Strudwick). Ted is a complete cad; he’s
so thoroughly rotten that he actually tells Lucia that he’ll drop Bea in
return for a cash consideration, but Lucia refuses to pay him. Lucia then
tells Bea of Ted’s request, but Bea refuses to believe her. That night, Ted
clandestinely meets Bea in the family boathouse. When Bea confronts
him with Lucia’s story, Ted casually admits the truth of it, and Bea takes
a swipe at him with a heavy flashlight, grazing him. Bea runs away, but
Ted makes a wrong turn coming out of the boathouse, and falls off the
landing, fatally impaling himself on an anchor.
The next morning, Lucia discovers the body, and disposes of both
it and the anchor in the bay. Ted’s body’s is eventually found, but with
nothing to link Bea or Lucia to the corpse, Lucia thinks she’s managed to
cover up her daughter’s “crime.” But Bea and Ted had been carrying on a
correspondence, and the love letters fall into the hands of confidence man
Martin Donnelly (Mason), who tries to blackmail Lucia. But, in the odd
sort of twist that could happen only in the films of an incurable romantic
like Ophüls, Donnelly finds himself falling in love with Lucia, and thinks
better of the idea. Even more peculiarly, Donnelly finds himself attracted
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Ophüls knew a great deal about the dark side of human nature, as his
many romantic tragedies amply demonstrate. But he was not a truly noir
director; rather, he was a romantic from another era who took these two
projects on as work that he could do, and get paid for. He then imme-
diately decamped to Europe with the proceeds, determined to make
the sort of films he’d made his reputation with, before the Nazis came
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Index
action films, 36, 37, 40–2, 44–5, comedians, 2, 7–8, 10, 11
53, 56 comedy
Addams, Charles, 10, 11 dark/black, see dark comedy
Adventure in Iraq (film), 53, 62 horror, 4–6, 9–11, 65
Axelrod, George, 2, 20–1 nihilistic, 7, 9, 31
political, 2, 14–18, 24–5
“B” films, 42, 46, 52, 55, 77 radical, 28–9
Babo 73 (film), 29 romantic, 22–3
Beaudine, William, 57, 65 sex, 12–14, 89
Bedazzled (film), 2, 26 sick, 7, 8, 31, see also “sick”
big-budget films, 6, 11, 36, 58, humor
78 stand-up, 2
Billington, Kevin, 2, 30 contract directors, 33, 55, 92
black/sick comedy, see dark Corman, Roger, 2–6, 68, 70
comedy Cummings, Irving, 33, 56
Brooks, Mel, 2, 26–7
Bruce, Lenny, 2, 7–8 Dance Hall Racket (noir film),
A Bucket of Blood (film), 2–5 7–8
Dangerfield, Rodney, 7
call sheets, 37 A Dangerous Adventure (film),
camerawork/camera style, 11, 45
18, 20, 33, 34, 37, 40, 42, dark comedy
44, 49, 67, 83, 89, 91, 92 artistes, 30
Captain Midnight (teleseries), critique of, 4, 10, 20, 24, 25
34, 57 death and, 18–19
Carmenta, Johnny, 67, 69 essence of, 7
cartoons, 2–3, 10, 54 in the 1950s, 7–9
Castle, William, 2, 9–11, 54 in the 1960s, 2–7, 9–31
Caught (noir film), 89, 90–1 waning of, 26, 28–31
Chafed Elbows (film), 29 “Daughter of the Sioux”, 59
Chamberlain, William, 7 A Dog of the Regiment (film),
churros, 66 37, 40–1
Cohn, Harry, 40, 44, 53–4 Donen, Stanley, 2, 26
Columbia Pictures, 11, 18, 33, Downey, Robert Sr., 2,
40–4, 46, 52–5 28–9
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