Thursday, 4 June 2015



Welcome to Kitty Hollywood's Masichismo Files.

Mr Ray and Cait - I hold you personally responsible for this one. You owe me two hours of my life back. If, by the way, anyone else would like to request that I review a particular film, I will take suggestions. But I'm going to retain the right of refusal, because OH MY GOD THIS FILM IS A PILE.

A great, steaming, unrepentant pile of offal.

The Fountainhead. Enjoy, people.

Thursday, 21 May 2015

Kitty Hollywood - Foreign Correspondent - 1940



There's really only a couple of things left to say that I didn't already say in the review. The more I watch this film, the more I enjoy it. Walter Wanger was passionate about getting this film made. He had a strong belief that the United States ought to have been involved in World War Two much earlier, and this film was a deliberate attempt to ruffle some feathers. He had been very keen on making the political subject of this film exact, of making it all about Germans and Nazis and Hitler (Hitler does get a mention at the start of the film, but not as the villain of the piece) but he was persuaded to do otherwise. He and Hitchcock argued a number of times about the updates Wanger constantly wanted to insert into the film to make it more politically up to the minute, but in the end Hitchcock got his way, pointing out that the months spent in post-production would render it out of date by the time the film began.

Hitchcock and Walter Wanger
Hitchcock himself was in a bit of an emotional bind during the making of this film. He had gone over to the States in 1938, as a result of the contract he signed with David O'Selznick. This was viewed in some British circles as Hitchcock ditching his home country as soon as trouble was brewing, and there were mutterings about his disloyalty to Mother England that bothered him very much indeed. He needed to find a way to convey to all his audiences, English and American included, that his England was very important to him indeed. I believe he succeeds with this film.

Alma Reville & Hitchcock on their way over to the States - 1938
And finally, the plane crash. The great and wonderful plane crash. I think the best way of telling you about it, honestly, is to quote Hitchcock's (and Francois Truffaut's) own words:

AH: ...between them, through the cabin window, we can see the ocean coming closer. And then without a cut, the plane hits the ocean and the water rushes in, drowning the two men. That whole thing was done in a single shot, without a cut!

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FT: I suppose the way you did it was to combine some transparencies with streams of real water.

AH: I had a transparency screen made of paper, and behind that screen, a water tank. The plane dived, and as soon as the water got close to it, I pressed the button and the water burst through, tearing the screen away. The volume was so great that you never saw the screen.

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A little later on there was another tricky shot. Just before the plane sank, we wanted to show one of the wings, with people on it, breaking away from the body of the plane. At the bottom of a large water tank, we installed some rails and we put the airplane on those rails. And we had a branch rail, like on the railways, so that when the wing broke away, it moved off on that branch track, It was all quite elaborate, but we had lots of fun doing it.

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I mean - SERIOUSLY. Watch the thing, It's amazing. And apparently, Herbert Marshall had a special tank created for him as he only had one proper leg. The amount of water and waves would have done him quite the bit of damage otherwise.

As I said - it's a fascinating film. Check it out.


Thursday, 2 April 2015

Kitty Hollywood - Bernard Herrmann - Composer Extraordinaire

I didn't consciously become aware of Bernard Herrmann until my late teens, but he is someone who has been in my life ever since I was a child and first watched The Ghost and Mrs Muir. His ability to delve into the psychological depths of a person and somehow transform their longing, their fears, their psychosis indeed, into musical form has fascinated me ever since, so I thought I would take you on a small trip down Bernard Herrmann lane.


Herrmann studied composition and performance at NYU and the Julliard School. He had formed his own chamber orchestra by the age of 20 (!!) and would soon thereafter be named the chief conductor for the CBS Symphony Orchestra. It was during these years he began the first of two collaborations with film directors that would ultimately define his career.



Orson Welles was writing and starring in a series of radio plays for CBS, and had asked Herrmann to score these for him, including conducting all live performances. Welles was given a motion picture contract with RKO, and thus Herrmann's first soundtrack became Citizen Kane (1941), which earned him an Oscar nomination. He didn't win the Shiny Goldness for Kane, because he was too busy winning an Oscar for his other nominated score that year, The Devil and Daniel Webster ("All That Money Can Buy"). When RKO stepped in and demanded final cut of Welles' second film The Magnificent Ambersons (1942), both the director and composer were profoundly dismayed by the result, and Herrmann insisted his name be removed from the credits, severing all ties with RKO and sadly bringing an end to his cinematic relationship with Welles, though the two remained friends. Herrmann had retained the deleted portions of score, later incorporating them into his operatic stage version of Wuthering Heights. Welles' roughly 40 minutes of removed footage, including an alternative ending, was destroyed by RKO without consultation.


Herrmann's second career collaboration was with Alfred Hitchcock, and is as closely aligned as Spielberg & Williams, or perhaps Burton & Elfman, spanning eight films which would cover Hitchcock's most popular period. Beginning with The Trouble With Harry (1955) and ending controversially with Torn Curtain (1966), Herrmann scored the The Man Who Knew Too Much (James Stewart & Doris Day version), The Wrong Man, Vertigo, North By Northwest, Psycho, Marnie, and was the sound effects consultant on The Birds.



Interestingly, the knuckle-whitening piece of orchestral music which virtually becomes a character in the climax to The Man Who Knew Too Much (1956), Storm Clouds Cantata, was written by an Australian, Arthur Benjamin, and Herrmann himself is the conductor shown on film.

Herrmann conducting 'Storm Cloud Cantata'
He insisted on conducting all recordings of his works, and due to an artist's strike at the time of recording Vertigo, this remains the only score he did not record with the orchestra. It is also possibly his most enduring, listed at #12 on the AFI's 25 greatest film scores. His shrieking violins in Psycho (1960) are more iconic, definitely, however Hitchcock at the time was insisting that the shower scene have no score. Herrmann scored it anyway, and they fought briefly over what a difference the strings would make. It is hard to now imagine one without the other, and it began a series of ideological clashes the two would encounter. It is rumoured that this is the reason behind his next film The Birds (1963) having no soundtrack at all - to prove that shock could be just as effective when scoreless. 



Herrmann is quoted as saying "I have the final say, or I don’t do the music. The reason for insisting on this is simply, compared to Orson Welles, a man of great musical culture, most other directors are just babes in the woods. If you were to follow their taste, the music would be awful. There are exceptions. I once did a film The Devil and Daniel Webster with a wonderful director William Dieterle. He was also a man of great musical culture. And Hitchcock, you know, is very sensitive; he leaves me alone. It depends on the person. But if I have to take what a director says, I’d rather not do the film. I find it’s impossible to work that way" (1975). It is this control that ultimately brought his relationship with Hitchcock to a bitter end. Their final work together was Torn Curtain, and Hitch was under pressure from new blood at the studio to re-vamp his look and tone for a new audience. He insisted that Herrmann follow suit; he simply refused, scoring the entire film his own way, having it flatly refused by the director, and was promptly dumped by the studio. Rumours abound as to a jealousy that Hitchcock had felt, that Herrmann was receiving more recognition for his work than he felt it was worth, and when they parted ways it's believed he stated that he had a career before Hitchcock, and he'd have one after him also.




His legacy proves he knew his own talent, as his earlier film work includes The Day the Earth Stood Still (1951), Jane Eyre (1943), my previously reviewed Hangover Square (1945) and, of course, The Ghost and Mrs Muir (1947). He would later score twice for François Truffaut with Fahrenheit 451 (1966) and The Bride Wore Black (1968), and also twice for Brian De Palma with Sisters (1973) and Obsession (1976). Looking up his score for Cape Fear (1962) on youtube, the vast majority of comments are from Simpson's fans who recognise it as Sideshow Bob's theme from the homage episode. His temper was legendary and his control was fierce; he scored 52 films and died just weeks after completing his final work, Taxi Driver (1976) for Scorsese. He wrote countless concert works and radio themes on top of his film scores, and was a Guggenheim Fellow. All of you at some point have heard a Herrmann scored film - the maths itself is unavoidable.











Thursday, 19 March 2015

Kitty Hollywood - Sun Valley Serenade & Orchestra Wives - 1941 & 1942


Let's get one thing straight. Sonja Henie is a terrible actress. I'm not going to be spruiking this film under false pretences. I often spend quite a bit of time watching Sun Valley Serenade itching to get some real emotion out of her, but that's not going to happen, no matter how many times I watch it.
Look, she's annoying, the ice-skating is kinda weird looking, the plot doesn't make any sense at all (Milton Berle and Sonja Henie somehow get engaged without stopping for breath or without her agreeing to it) but it doesn't matter. You look at the beautiful resort of Sun Valley and somehow you are transported there. You watch the dynamic footage of the Glenn Miller band and your foot is tapping and nothing else matters.


There is one bit of Sun Valley Serenade that actually sends me (one bit that isn't Band-related). John Payne and Sonja Henie are stranded in an alpine hut with a record player (as one is) and Henie puts on an instrumental track of 'I Know Why'. She starts humming along to it poorly, and he informs her that she has the tune wrong. He then starts humming himself, and it's beautiful. It's like champagne after passion pop. It's like a cup of  loose leaf tea in a bone china cup after polystyrene and teabags. I encourage you to mock Sun Valley Serenade as roundly as you desire, and to question Lynn Bari's courting methods (waaaaaaay overconfident), but when it gets to the Band, or to that moment in an alpine hut - just give in to it. You'll thank me in the end.



Orchestra Wives is a different beast altogether. It's harder to tear down, because right from the beginning the story is stronger. The world in which it is set is a much more real world (even if some of the outfits are In Your Face).

Hats - oh the hats....
 

It's got an aspirational quality to it - who wouldn't want to be the girl picked out of the crowd to be loved? The dialogue is delightful snappy:


Jackie Gleason: Why don't you guys settle down and get married? What are you going to do when you're middle aged?
Cesar Romero: How can I say now? Maybe by that time they'll discover something new.



You get the feeling that you are being let into this previously hidden world (not matter how ridiculous it might be) and that has an element of glamour to it. Like when you accidentally become friends with someone who is famous and they start telling about all their other famous friends (this has not happened to me. I am just guessing).

The interaction between the women in Orchestra Wives is fascinatingly dreadful - they all (bar one) delight in each other's misfortunes - the scene where Connie comes back to her home town after the wheels have fallen off her marriage and all her friends sit there in the soda shop delighting in her misery - well, it makes you want to have a stern chat with them about how to be good friends. And the notion that you couldn't get into a dance unless you were escorted by a man is just utterly ludicrous. What on earth did they think was going to happen?


Carole Landis, one of the wives, was actually a bit of a tortured individual in real life. By the time she was 26 she had been married 5 times (the first was at 15). She entered in a relationship with Rex Harrison, who was married at the time, and when he would not divorce his wife for her, she committed suicide. What a poor thing.


 And finally - the two Nicholas Brothers scenes in each of the films - absolute knockouts both of them. They're also oddly separate to the film. I've read in a few places that this was so that those sequences could be removed when the film was shown in the Southern states of the U.S., which just makes my blood run cold. 


I came across the most amazingly indepth article about these two movies as I was doing my research, and felt positively humbled by it. If you want to know more about these two films - I heartily recommend it. 


At that is it from me. Bless you, Glenn Miller.




Thursday, 5 March 2015

Kitty Hollywood - Pillow Talk - 1959



When I was putting together the review of this film, I was having a bit of a Steam Out Of The Ears experience. I could only type so fast, and there was only so much I could say in the limited amount of time I had and I wanted to say so much more. Like this.

1. You can happily watch Doris Day's outfits and work out which one you would pick if you got the choice. The cream evening wiggle. No, the blue suit. No, the cream wear on a dirty weekend away knit dress...



2. Tony Randall. "She was an exotic dancer. With trained doves....".

 
3. Thelma Ritter. "I'm one of your biggest fans...."


4. Somewhere, sometime, there was a club where the cool thing to do was sit around a piano, eat dip and sing 'Yaya Roly, Poly'. I want a club like that NOW. Hipsters, take note.



5. Because even though Rock Hudson was gay and so by Kitty Hollywood Rules is off limits (I never thought there was much point in having a crush on someone with whom you had no chance in real life) he is just so delightful to watch. What a man....


6. Doris Day can eye-roll like nobody's business.


7. You can see Doris Day and Rock Hudson actually cracking each other up in a number of scenes


8. Doris and Rock's scene by the fire is SEXY.


9. Jan Morrow has a monogrammed shower curtain and bath towels.


10. Jan Morrow seems to keep her bread in the second drawer down in the kitchen - usually the drawer filled with all the slightly less important utensils. It has always fascinated me.


I love that Ross Hunter took two actors and convinced them to transform themselves. That he convinced Doris Day he was going to turn her into a sex symbol and she jumped on board. There's an interesting book 'I'll Have What She's Having:Behind the Scenes of the Great Romantic Comedies" by Daniel Kimmel, which talks at length about Pillow Talk. Basically, it says that Doris Day was seen as an achieveable sex goddess. Marilyn was out of reach and Sophia Loren even more unthinkable to most suburban American Women - but Doris Day - if she could be sexy, anyone could.


Rock Hudson had not made a comedy before this, and he was a bit terrified. He has credited Doris Day many times with giving him the confidence to turn in such a fantastic performance. Director Michael Gordon also advised him never to play it for laughs - something that would have stood Neil Patrick Harris in good stead at this year's Oscars. In any event, both Rock and Doris do the most marvellous job of transforming themselves. Doris Day was nominated for a Best Actress Oscar that year - pretty remarkable really, given the light-heartedness of this comedy. She didn't win, of course, I couldn't really imagine her winning an Oscar for this (it was Simone Signoret for Room at the Top) but Points to her anyhow.

There was talk of a sequel in the 80's starring Kirsty McNichol and Gregory Harrison as well as Day, Hudson and Randall. It never happened. Some things should never be messed with (take that, Down With Love) and this is one of those Things.

One more thing - Michael Gordon, the director, is Joseph Gordon-Hewitt's grandfather. Cop that.


And now for that nightclub. The Hidden Door. That was it.




Monday, 16 February 2015

Kitty Hollywood - 87th Annual Academy Awards LowDown


It is that time of year again - that time when you realise that your Oscars party is coming up and you haven't got the faintest about any of the films.

YOU NEED NEVER FEEL THIS WAY AGAIN.

I have risked life and limb (well, life, atleast) to see all 8 nominated Best Picture films. I would race out the door and off to the cinema at the end of a long working day and if you think that sounds like a doddle - talk to Mr Kitty about it.

The best thing of all - I did not fall asleep in ANY of them.

Enjoy.

Thursday, 5 February 2015

Kitty Hollywood - Elephant Walk -1954




When I watch this film (which I do, reasonably regularly - it is a terrific Sunday afternoon kind of film) I often wish for the film that never was; the film starring Vivien Leigh as the older difficult woman, the film with Finch and Leigh (lovers at the time) pitted against each other in this extraordinary primeval jungle vibe film, a film with a sequence involving a giant anaconda and Vivien Leigh fighting for her life - but such things are not to be. Fortunately they had the sense to avoid rubber anacondas and the whole movie was probably so far over budget by the time they got young Liz on board that they dropped the whole idea like an over-barbequed potato.

Practice?

I don't blame Liz Taylor, she was very young and just trying to make the most of what she had been given - both in terms of her own ability at that point in time and also the script. She really got the fuzzy end of the lollipop with this one. There are many long shots of Leigh still in the film, in the most exotic looking places - and then whenever Liz takes over the scene, it's on green screen (mostly) and she's having to get the sense of Ceylon and the extraordinary world Ruth Wiley has been taken to by looking at the sequences when someone else played her role.


I do watch the relationship between Peter Finch and Elizabeth Taylor with a sense of bemusement and wonder. It makes very little sense. John Wiley married Ruth deliberately, brought her to Ceylon and then completely ignored her and her diaphonous nightgowns for some indoor bicycle polo (not that there's anything wrong with that).

The only game to play.
Now, any other story you would be thinking - well, he's gay, and he just needs a son. Only there is no follow through of any kind on that story. They're again, they're off again, she's going off with Dana Andrews, he doesn't care, they embrace passionately at the end of the film. Hollywood, whilst not actually ever able to tell stories about same sex oriented individuals, knew enough about how to do them obliquely and you really don't get the sense that Wiley is gay. Sure, he hates his dad, who is a vicious over-bearing dead dude, but the idea here seems to be that he is so filled with self loathing that he can't sustain a decent relationship with his wife.

Tom Wiley - The Guv'nor - still rules from beyond the grave
Now, had Ruth been played by Vivien Leigh, she would have been an older woman (so having a son probably would not have come into it), he would have unquestionably have married for love, and yet she would have led him as much a merry dance as he did her. I feel sure that it would have made a fascinating film, one we simply will never get to see. Unless someone invents a time machine. And goes back in time. With a psychiatrist. And undertakes to treat Leigh in Ceylon before everything gets too much for her. Do you hear that gauntlet throwing, all you geeks who are secretly working on time travel? There's a challenge for you.



Thursday, 22 January 2015

Kitty Hollywood - The Court Jester - 1956




There has never been a point in time when this film has failed to put a smile on my face. I remember watching it as a child and thinking 'WHO is this guy who gets to go crazy making faces and funny voices he is NUTS and I love him' and that was the start of my relationship with Danny Kaye.

I'm not saying he's perfect - I find 'The Secret Life of Walter Mitty' very dull at various points in the story, but get him a good script that allows him to incorporate his madness as necessary plots points and you have a winner. He is an extraordinary performer and the work he did for numerous charities - UNICEF being the chief one, is something to be marvelled at. As he has said - "I believe deeply that children are more powerful than oil, more beautiful than rivers, more precious than any other natural resource a country can have," "I feel that the most rewarding thing I have ever done in my life is to be associated with UNICEF."

There are so many scenes in this film that I come to thinking 'oh good, it's this one now.' There's a section quite early on where Kaye is disguised as an old man and Glynis Johns is playing his granddaughter. The Evil King Roderick's guards descend on them and after a great deal of flummery they get to the point where the guard is asking about a royal babe with a mark on his bottom.




Guard Captain: Enough! Have you seen a group in the forest with a child?
Hawkins: Uh what's that? What? What?
Guard Captain: A child! A child!
Hawkins: A child. Child. Oh! (indicating Maid Jean) Lovely child, pretty little creature, isn't it? (Scolding) but you stay away from her!
Guard Captain: No, no no no, a child! (Gestures) So big! Uh with a little mark on...
Hawkins (shouted interruption): You do and I'll break every bone in your body!

You can see it coming and it doesn't matter one bit - you still laugh out loud. I know for a fact that I used to charge around the house saying 'Dire News, Sire' and Mr Kitty would look at me and sigh, but I was Having Fun, so it didn't matter. And as for 'The Pellet with the Poison' - well, interestingly, the  rumour was that the concept was generously borrowed from a Bob Hope film called 'Never Say Die' - "There's a cross on the muzzle of the pistol with the bullet and a nick on the handle of the pistol with the blank." You can compare the two here. I can certainly state which one I prefer.

Now, onto the other actors. Glynis Johns is not only famous for her Broadway performances - she is famous, especially to The Young for her performance in 'Mary Poppins' as Mrs Winifred Banks, mother and suffragette.

There is something about Johns - I don't know what exactly but I am sure her voice has a lot to do with it, that makes her absolutely compelling. One of the earliest films I ever saw her in was 'Miranda' - a 1948 British film about a mermaid (she is the mermaid) and she is just the whole package in that film - light and fluffy as it is - but so smart and cool and sexy.


Mildred Natwick and Cecil Parker are both superb in this film. Natwick plays the victim and the baddy at the same time in many scenes and her comic timing is a thing to behold.


Parker has no problem with appearing ridiculous, which is to his credit. His scene with Johns regarind Breckenridge's Scourge is a textbook exercise in characters commencing the scene with one point of view and exiting with an other. 


I believe I also indicated that I was going to tell you who John Carradine's granddaughter was. Now, I know John Carradine best from 'Stagecoach' with John Wayne, but he was in a gazillion film from the 1930's through to the 1980's. Dead Impressive. He also had five sons, and four of them became actors. Bruce, David, Keith and Robert.

Keith then went on to have some children, and one these children is....

The one, the only - Martha Plimpton. Running on Empty, The Goonies, The Mosquito Coast - she has many films to her credit that made an indelible impression on me. I can't particularly spot the resemblance, but I'm okay with that.

If you are looking at the credits and wondering who the hell 'The American Legion of Zouaves of Richard F. Smith Post No, 29 Jackson, Michigan' - they were a U.S Civil War reenactment group (ofcoursetheywere). They are the dudes who are doing all the fast marching in Kaye's Knighting Scene - I guess it was just easier (and cheaper?) to hire them to perform the scene than to train up dancers. It's a pretty extraordinary scene, and I keep wanting to pull up Danny Kaye's leggings every time I watch it. I know that that is the point, but stilll....

And finally - the gowns. Oh my goodness the gowns. Edith Head and Yvonne Wood should have opened a shop together. I am sure that this is one of those films I watched as a child where they just seemed to have utterly glamorous gowns in every colour of the rainbow and I wanted them all.  What matter does it make that they are utterly racy and obviously very well corsetted in an age when they would not have been?


I really like Angela in this blue number. It suits her beautifully.



Danny and Glynis both look pretty foxy here - he's got that whole open shirt thing going on without being sleazy.


She looks pretty fabulous in this green one as well - plus there are all the other actors in the background who are dying of jealousy about her Off The Shoulder thing.


Plus draperies. You can never have enough draperies.

Enough. You need to go watch this film. I need to go watch this film. Again.
'I live for a sigh, I die for a kiss, I lust for a laugh, ha HA!'