The latest movie I've seen starring Greta Garbo is "Camille", considered one of her greatest screen performances and helping the actress earn the second of her three Academy Award nominations. This elegantly grand, period romance about a doomed lady of pleasure and the man who loves her unconditionally until the end was inspired by 1848 novel, "La Dame aux Camélias" by Alexandre Dumas. George Cukor directs Garbo for the first time here, helping to draw out her buried levity, before working with the Swedish actress again in the comedy, "Two-Faced Woman" which would be her final film before retiring in 1941.
Set in 19th century Paris, Garbo plays Marguerite Gautier, a lovely courtesan with expensive tastes. Yet she lacks financial savvy, requiring her to rely on the kindness of wealthy gentlemen to help pay her mounting debts. One night at the theater, Marguerite's confidant, Prudence Duvernoy (Laura Hope Crews) arranges for her to get acquainted with Baron de Varville (Henry Daniell), a man of wealth and prestige who could help Marguerite with her money woes. But she briefly mistakes the handsome, Armand Duval (Robert Taylor) for the Baron. Sparks fly between these two and while the young man is from a financially comfortable family, Armand lacks the serious funds needed to keep Marguerite comfortable. But over time, he falls hard for the enchanting beauty, something she has never experienced before from a man. This conflict causes Marguerite, who is seriously ill with consumption, to struggle between fiscal comfort from the Baron and romantic passion from Armand.
The Garbo in "Camille" is far removed from the early Garbo in the silent film era. After years in Hollywood, the usually somber actress appears effortlessly relaxed on screen, more warm and carefree than many of her previous appearances. The producer, Irving Thalberg (who died at thirty-seven shortly after filming was completed) had the writers re-work the script to cater to the strengths of the actress after seeing rushes of a radiant Garbo. He was also responsible for insisting on giving this stunning, period-costume drama a contemporary feel with Cukor using his reliable skills to make a lively and captivating spectacle despite the dark undercurrents of the story.
"Walk on the Wild Side" (1962)
Opening with a sensational credit sequence directed by Saul Bass featuring a black tom cat prowling the city streets before starting a fight a with a sleek white cat, "Walk on the Wild Side", Edward Dmytryk's demented, Southern-fried soap-opera, is about all-consuming obsession and long-simmering desires. Set during the Depression era, Laurence Harvey plays Dove Linkhorn, a handsome drifter traveling around in search of Hallie Gerard (Capucine), a French woman he had a brief, passionate affair. When he last heard from her, she was in New Orleans yet has no real idea where she might be. While stopping in Texas, he comes across Kitty Twist (Jane Fonda), an attractive fellow drifter who uses what she has to survive. They decide to head to Louisiana together and while Kitty has eyes for Dove, his focus remains on finding Hallie. He discovers that she's working at the Doll House, a brothel in the French Quarter run by the tough madam, Jo (Barbara Stanwyck). Dove is determined to save Hallie from this depraved life but Jo is also determined to keep her, equally obsessed with this Gallic beauty and willing to destroy anyone who stands in her way.
One of the more distracting problems with "Walk on the Wild Side" (based on a 1956 novel by Nelson Algren) is that it's unable to be clear and direct on the more salacious moments going on in the story due to the self-censorship imposed by the Hays Code. While films coming out of Europe at this time had begun dealing with adult themes with honesty and realism, American movies were still trapped doing a sanitized version of real life. In this film, prostitution is never mentioned, making one wonder what these ladies were really doing in this house and the relationship between Hallie and Jo is left purposely vague even though it's quite clear they are more than "just close friends'.
With the help of a dazzling cast of actors, this swampy melodrama is made a little more interesting. Harvey is just adequate in the role of Dove yet fails to generate much of a real connection with any of his female co-stars. This was Fonda's second film role and already displaying a great screen presence but still had some work to do being fully convincing as a character down-on-their-luck and desperate. The great Anne Baxter makes a problematic appearance as Teresina Vidaverri, the owner of New Orleans café that helps Dove with a job and shelter, a character who is clearly supposed to Mexican and the actress uses an accent to drive it home. And the screen legend Stanwyck is always a wonderful addition to any film, able to make even silly dialogue crackle with intensity. On the other end, Capucine, with the skills of a classic model-turned-actress, struggles to deliver a competent performance, far too stiff to make us believe that Hallie is an alluring and irresistible siren. Restrained by the times, "Walk on the Wild Side" can't really let loose to tell a story that actually feels wild and dangerous.
"A Rainy Day In New York" (2019)
After being unhappy with the film made from his screenplay for "What's New, Pussycat?", Woody Allen (who began his career writing for television in the '50's before moving to stand-up comedy and playwriting in the '60's) vowed to direct his own work. He directed his first feature, "What's Up, Tiger Lily?" in 1966, a strange comedy he made from an existing Japanese spy film by overdubbing the dialogue and rearranging the order of scenes. Allen made a series of popular slapstick comedies before he shifted to the dramatic romantic-comedy, "Annie Hall" in 1977, a box-office hit that won four Academy Awards including Best Picture. His subsequent work would vary wildly from sublime ("Manhattan"; "Hannah and Her Sisters"; "Bullets Over Broadway"; "Blue Jasmine") to substandard ("Shadows and Fog"; "The Curse of the Jade Scorpion"; "Anything Else"; "To Rome with Love"). "A Rainy Day In New York", Allen's forty-seventh feature film as a writer/director, fails as one of the filmmaker's weaker efforts. This poorly conceived romantic-comedy is supposed to contemporary yet Allen has the characters speak and behave in a manner that comes across as oddly dated, feeling far better suited for a story set eighty years ago.
Gatsby Welles (Timothée Chalamet), a college student from a wealthy New York family who loves '40's jazz, drinks at the Carlyle and quotes Cole Porter, is dating Ashleigh Enright (Elle Fanning) who attends school in Arizona to study journalism. When she is given an assignment to travel to New York to interview the acclaimed filmmaker, Roland Pollard (Liev Schreiber), Gatsby decides to surprise her with a romantic weekend in the city. But Pollard is so impressed by Ashleigh's skills and knowledge that he invites her to a private screening of his latest film, forcing Gatsby to rearrange his plans. With time on his hands, Gatsby wanders the streets and stumbles on to a movie set where the director happens to be a friend and the star, Chan Tyrell (Selena Gomez) is the younger sister of a former girlfriend. And due to an actor not showing up, Gatsby is asked to fill in for a romantic scene in the film with Chan. Meanwhile at the screening, Ashleigh meets the handsome, movie star, Francisco Vega (Diego Luna) who invites her out for dinner after being enchanted by the student reporter. What follows are a series of contrived mishaps and illogical decisions that puts a strain on this young couple's relationship, leading to a conclusion that's more dark and off-putting than charming and sweet.
"A Rainy Day In New York" seems like a old script that Allen found in a drawer, blew some of the dust off and went to work filming. And while the actors manage to deliver some fine performances (with brief appearances by Jude Law, Rebecca Hall, Annaleigh Ashford and Cherry Jones) and the camerawork by Vittorio Storaro is quite captivating, the rest of this dreary film does not have a moment that hasn't been reconstructed or recycled from any number of Allen's previous (and far superior) comedies.
At this point in his career, the now eighty-five year old Allen is just viewed as a troublesome relic from the past. His reputation has been shattered by some disturbing allegations from almost thirty years ago even though he has never been charged with a crime. But even before the scandal, Allen was never known to be a warm or gregarious figure and let's not even get in to the story of how he meet his current wife. I have no intention on making any judgement on his character here but to share my thoughts on the filmmaker's latest feature film and "A Rainy Day In New York", with it's lame jokes and out-of-touch premise, is simply lazy and predictable. This is especially disheartening as Allen has proven he is a capable creator of thoughtful, funny and charming movies yet now just grinding out tired retreads from his glory days.
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