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Pablo Agüero's EVA DOESN'T SLEEP: a smart, surprising political treat from Argentina


Eva Perón certainly does not sleep. She seems to be forever with us, whether in her very this way/that way political life or and in her various theater and screen incarnations (Madonna? Really?). What a gal. What an icon -- even if what the hell she actually symbolizes is still up for grabs. My opinion is that she represents, as have so many politicians and/or their wives, near-total narcissism and self-aggrandizement set to a very smart reading of the desires of the general populace.

In the new and visually ravishing Argentine film, EVA DOESN'T SLEEP, from writer/ director Pablo Agüero (shown at left), Eva is back again. Or at least her corpse is, along with a good deal of history provided by newsreel footage and smartly written and staged drama that places that body front and center. In fact, I don't think we've witnessed a movie in which a corpse took so much part -- physically, emotionally, intellec-tually, politically -- since the terrific little revenge/ thriller sleeper from Spain, The Corpse of Anna Fritz was released earlier this year.

Adhering somewhat closely to fact (and then pulling a full-out fantasia on those facts), Senor Agüero begins by introducing us to a narrator in the midst of stealing Eva's corpse, an Argentine military man from the navy (Gael García Bernal) for whom this woman is everything worthless and slutty and yet who (as she does for just about everyone we meet in the movie) exerts an all-powerful pull nonetheless.

From our Navy man we go to the corpse's Embalmer (Imanol Arias) in the most visually compelling scenes in the film. These combine psychology, politics and beauty to simply amazing ends. We are taken from the height of Perón's early career to 1955, under the military dictatorship, when even the mention of Perón or Eva was forbidden.

From the Embalmer we move to the Transporter, as that body is on the move once more, via one of the more bizarre and riveting actors on the planet, Denis Lavant (above, of Holy Motors), who, along with his young military aide (Frédéric André, below), has orders to take that corpse to parts unknown, and to kill anyone who learns who the corpse really is. This leads to more scenes that combine -- with surprise and weight -- politics, history, adulation, and physical force .

From 1969 to to '74, '76 and onward, we meet The Dictator, an all-powerful fellow who, unfortunately for him, has been kidnapped by the rebels and made to give up the whereabouts of the long missing corpse. These scenes rely on tight close-up and some formidable acting skills of the man who plays that Dictator (Daniel Fanego, below), along with those who play his interrogators.

Agüero views all this with a gimlet eye and ear, never more so that when our Dictator hears a radio broadcast about his own death, and the announcer follows this with the words, "And now, back to our afternoon romances on LV10, the voice of freedom."

Eva Perón as symbol has never been made better use of than here, I think. Eva Doesn't Sleep forces us to confront our need for these symbols: How the left wing must endow its leaders with near-magical powers, personalities, goodness and strength until, of course, they end up disappointing us. And how the right wing will ever demonize them as contemptible whores and common dirt. Eva may still be experienced as the heroine of the people, someone who must necessarily go up against the rich and right-wing, not to mention the military and its motto, as that young aide expresses it, "God, the nation, science and sports." But, hey, she's really just another apparition, after all.

From Film Movement and running just 85 minutes, this terrific little movie made its U.S. debut on home video this past week, and is now available on DVD, VOD and streaming via Netflix.
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Israel/Palestine via a different, personal lens in Daum/Rudavsky's doc, THE RUINS OF LIFTA


The question of land, ownership, history and all that goes with is always problematic, no matter the location. But when the location is Palestine and Israel, this subject seems very nearly intractable. Over the years there have been a number of fine documentaries and narrative films that have tried to disentangle things -- Colliding Dreams and Rabin: The Last Day are two films that have arrived already this year -- and now we have a very small and very personal little movie that tackles the issue via one single location, Lifta, the only Palestinian village abandoned during the 1948 Arab-Israel war that has not yet been destroyed or repopulated by Jews.

As conceived and directed by Menachem Daum, (shown at left on the poster, top), who appears prominently in the doc, and Oren Rudavsky (shown at right, who co-directed Colliding Dreams and, with Mr. Daum, the excellent post-Holocaust-in-Poland doc, Hiding and Seeking), the movie tracks the obsession of two men with this small abandoned village. Over the years, Mr. Daum has become increasingly concerned about Lifta because its actual story goes against much that he, as a Jew, had been taught by his elders and family about what happened there and why.

The other man, Yacoub (at right on poster, top), was a resident of Lifta who, with his family, was expelled from their home and village during the Nakba (the exodus of more than 700,000 Palestinians who were forced from or fled their homes and villages during the 1948 war).

As Mr. Daum, above, was born in a displaced persons camp in Germany to Jewish parents who had survived the Holocaust, we have a near-perfect combination of people who have suffered enormous displacement and feel powerful attachment to the same homeland. Can there be some kind of rapport and rapprochement to be made here?

Add to the mix an actual Holocaust survivor still remaining alive, an old New York woman named Dasha (shown center, above), one of the few Jewish friends of Menachem who understands his feelings about Lifta. Eventually, Dasha agrees to travel -- at her age! -- to Lifta to meet and speak with Yacoub. The resulting meeting is fraught and difficult, and seeing and hearing these thoughts and feelings pour out is rather extraordinary. Yes, this is but one example involving only two, three people, but this scene -- in fact, this entire movie, gets at the very core of the Israel/Palestine conflict.

The state of Israel is planning to turn Lifta into a real estate development for luxury housing (and not, I think, for Arabs), but protesters (above), both Arab and Israeli, are trying to save the land, with the hope of turning it into a UNESCO World Heritage site. But this would depend on approval by the Israeli government. We watch as meetings toward this goal take place, and we see Mr Daum interview various officials and citizens about the project. -- which is no shoo-in, for sure.

Don't look for resolution. There is none here. But we understand, more deeply and fully, the ideas and feelings on both sides. So we've come a step closer, at least, in this -- one of the smallest and most personal of the many Israeli/Palestinian documentaries to have been released. Also one of the most successful.

Distributed by First Run Features and lasting only 73 minutes -- the movie needs no more time to make its points -- The Ruins of Lifta opened at a single New York screen (the Lincoln Plaza Cinema) yesterday, September 23, and will arrive next month on October 28 in Los Angeles at Laemmle's Town Center 5.

Elsewhere? Nothing yet. But click here to keep up with any further scheduled playdates, cities and theaters.


New York City 
personal appearances! 

On Saturday: 
a Q&A after the 
7:15 & 9:20 pm screenings, 
with the Co-director, Oren Rudavsky, 

and on Sunday: a Q&A 
after the 3:00 pm & 5:05 pm screenings 
with Co-directors Oren Rudavsky & Menachem Daum 


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Romance and history get a good going-over in Jenni Olson's hour-long doc, THE ROYAL ROAD


A combination of California (and U.S.) history, lesbian confessional, geography lesson and meditation on the human condition -- who we are and what we want -- THE ROYAL ROAD, from documentarian Jenni Olson, offers a good deal of pleasure via its unusual tone: quiet, inquiring and a little sad. The visuals, too, are equally quiet, staid & beautifully composed via a stationary camera before which passes a parade of boats, cars, water, birds, but no people.

Ms Olson, too, goes visually missing from the movie, though it is her voice that narrates the film. I would have liked to have seen what our narrator looks like, but I am sure it was intentional that the director leaves herself, along with all other human beings, out of the visual mix. (That is she, shown left.) You can see and hear more of her by watching the charming and interesting interview with the filmmaker by Guinevere Turner and Rose Troche that appears on the Bonus Features of the new DVD -- which makes its debut this coming Tuesday, Sept. 6, via Wolfe Video.

From its outset, The Royal Road (that would be California's famous El Camino Real that links northern and southern California) tackles Olson's pursuit of unavailable women (we hear about an earlier would-be "love" in Los Angeles and then in Chapter Two, a more current one residing up north). At the same time the filmmaker goes into at length the history of California's famous (or infamous) Father Junípero Serra and his bringing Christianity to the early indigenous population. From there, we jump off into U.S. history, the Mexican-American War, the Louisiana Purchase, and the early colonization of America by the British, Spanish and French.

What do these two themes -- personal love and national conquest -- have in common? Perhaps the kind of hypocrisy that would deliberately choose would-be partners who are by their very nature (maybe straight, certainly married) unavailable, and deliberately refuse to see or understand a history in which a country practices war and genocide in order to expand its borders. (God knows, they never taught us kids any of that in my California elementary school history class. Maybe they do now.)

Whatever, Olson's honesty about both subjects is quietly bracing, and when at last she adds the famous Alfred Hitchcock movie, Vertigo, to the mix, the results are even more invigorating. Her final statement (or one of them) about what both she Hitch managed to reveal via their films is smart, funny and as engaging as all that has gone before.

Although much that we see and hear will probably be obvious to history buffs (and therapists who deal with folk who fail at relationships), I did learn some new things from the film: Did you know that both Abe Lincoln and Ulysses S. Grant were opposed to the Mexican-American War? And while I thoroughly love Vertigo, I had never made the connection that Olson makes about how the choice of the name of one of Kim Novak's characters, Madeleine, might be a nod to Proust. I also loved her idea that "the re-romanticizing of California's Missionary Era," occurred just as the state's tourism was burgeoning.

The film is full of just such contemplative and thoughtful asides, and those visuals -- a shot of the side of a Northern California house and driveway as the fog begins to roll in, a bird seen in the middle of an empty alleyway -- are so consistently interesting that you won't want to blink. (The fine cinematography is by Sophia E. Constantinou, while the precision film editing comes via Dawn Logsdon of the wonderful Big Joy.)

There is even a short side trip into the pros and cons of nostalgia, with the help of Tony Kushner. One might have wished for a bit more variation and energy in Ms Olson's narrative voice; on the other hand, it makes the film more personal because it's she who is speaking. All in all, if you're of a mind and in the mood for some quiet movie contemplation, you could do well spending 65 minutes with this lovely film.

From Wolfe Video, the documentary hits the street this coming Tuesday, September 6 -- for purchase and/or rental.
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Shades of Donald Trump! Penny Lane's NUTS is another great American story about fakery


What absolute, unencumbered, hoot-and-a-half fun is NUTS!, the new documentary directed by Penny Lane (of Our Nixon fame) and very cleverly written by Thom Stylinski. Combining with flair, humor and -- eventually -- not a little sadness, the film uses charming, stylish animation along with grand archival footage and a smart narration that probes America's past and still current (hence the headline reference to Donald Trump) inclination to make wealthy heroes out of lying trash.

The antagonist of Nuts! is one, John Romulus Brinkley, little known today but in his time -- the early 1900s -- one of the most famous men in these whole United States. But famous for what? For curing impotence by transplanting goat testicles into (or maybe onto: his methods, as you will see, are a tad unclear) the human male. Ms Lane, shown at right, tells the tale of this man (of whom TrustMovies and I wager most of his readers had never before heard) with such cleverness and gusto that she yanks us into the crazy story full on.

Brinkley, shown above (in animated form) and below in an old (and I suspect colorized) photo, was a practicing doctor in a small Kansas town who made his discovery in 1917, went on to become one of the country's major celebrities and wealthiest citizens, transplanted thousands of those goat testicles, ran for governor of Kansas (could he have been any worse than Kansas' current cretin, Sam Brownback?), introduced to Americans everything from the infomercial to junk mail, and created the world's most powerful radio station (broadcasting out of Mexico yet -- to circumvent laws that America's medical and broadcasting establishments had created to put him out of business). This guy was something else!

Something else indeed. Ms Lane's great notion here is to base much of her documentary on Brinkley's story, as told by the biography of the man written at the time of his rise. It's a whopper, in so many ways, but also a terrific tale. So we are put in the place of those adulatory fans who no doubt bought that book and drunk in every word. Sort of like Mr. Trump's followers have done with "the Donald's" own books, TV shows and ridiculous rhetoric from the podium.

During this delightful and rather short doc -- it lasts but 79 minutes -- we also meet Brinkey's bête noire, an American Medical Association-sanctioned fellow named Morris Fishbein (above, right), who dogs the good doctor's trail over years. My current gut feeling about the AMA and its sometimes abusive powers put me in mind to dislike Mr. Fishbein, but Ms Lane wisely allows a scenario to eventually emerge that is quite a bit different from that of the Brinkley "biography."

What we learn from all this is not just vastly entertaining but also salutary. It's always good to be reminded how easily charlatans can become powerful and how quickly a large portion of the general populace can be made to follow them. From the doctor's supposed first "goat gland" patient (above) to the woman he marries (well, one of them) and the son he fathers and helps raise (below), we move through a life that seems devoted to success and achievement but is actually all about something quite other. The manner in which Lane shows us (in animation) what happened to that son, juxtaposed against a recorded message from his father, is beautifully and artfully handled.

Nuts! brings to life and art so much of what passess, then and now, as the sort of American Dream that eventually turns into the American nightmare -- from which, thanks to the efforts of Mr. Fishbein, the USA managed to awake. But who will help us today, given the way in which corporate power and the media have embraced our latest example of egotism, narcissism and fraud? Maybe Ms Lane, even as I type, is preparing a look at this present-day subject. After all, she 's already covered I-am-not-a-crook Richard Nixon and I-cure-impotence-using-goat-glands Dr. Brinkley. Why not Mr. I-make-the-best-steaks-education-casinos-and-walls?

To get a rich and full look at the damage Mr. Trump can bring to a country, its citizens and environment via one of his "projects," try to view the sad and wonderful little documentary You've Been Trumped, but meanwhile, do see this exhilarating new doc, Nuts!, from Ms Lane and released via Cartuna. The movie opens tomorrow in its U.S. theatrical premiere at Film Forum in New York City for a two-week run.  Elsewhere? Definitely. The following week, you can see it in -- yes! -- Kansas City, Missouri. Then look for it to screen all across the country in the weeks and months to come. Click here and scroll down to view all currently scheduled playdates, cities and theaters. (Even Kansas itself -- one city, at least -- is going to get a look at this smart new film.) 
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Father's Day doc: Emily Abt's DADDY DON'T GO explores four guys trying to be good dads


Being marketed as a Father's Day opportunity, the new documentary by Emily Abt (Toe to Toe) entitled DADDY DON'T GO can be recommended mostly if you are looking for something really depressing to view on this manufactured, would-be holiday to honor "dad." The film's subject is two-fold: missing dads and men in prison coupled to the story of four different fellows -- two black men, one hispanic and one white -- all of whom are having major trouble bringing up baby. With almost everything stacked against three out of four of these guys -- only the white one has something approaching a secure place to raise his son -- one can only wonder how and why these subjects were chosen. The choices here certainly make for compelling if frustrating viewing, but as we move along, we can't help but question an awful lot of choices these guys make, as well as some that the filmmaker herself has made.

If one wanted to quickly offer up major differences between how whites and minorities live, you'll certainly find them here. And in this respect, the movie seems truthful about America and the opportunities it presents to the majority of its minorities. But perhaps because Ms Abt (shown at right) wanted to appear non-judgmental (some critics have used this term to describe her doc), she questions nothing we see or hear -- which most thoughtful, discerning viewers will want to do over and over again as the movie unfurls. The most egregious case of this is found when we discover almost halfway along that one of the guys appears to be a criminal who is facing prison for his role in a past mugging. Did Abt not know this? In any case, our suddenly learning this cannot help but change the way we view one of these dads.

As we're told at the film's beginning, Daddy Don't Go was filmed over two years and is the story of four disadvantaged men in New York City trying to be decent fathers against all odds. Then we meet Nelson (above), 26, from the South Bronx, a single dad whose wife was a cocaine addict with no flair for mothering (all our dads seems to have chosen really bad wives or girlfriends), and whose major problem seems to be unemployment. Omar (below), a 34-year-old black man from the North Bronx, has been disabled since childhood (there is no real diagnosis given us here, but since some of his children seem to suffer from this, as well, I am guessing it may be hereditary.) His women -- one abusive, the other incarcerated -- are no help, and so Omar is on disability for himself and his children.

Roy, 28 and shown below, is a white man from Long Island who is clearly from a middle class family. Trouble is, he has been in prison and is finding it difficult to land any kind of job. He is concurrently going for counseling at the Forestdale Fathering Institute, and has, as we will learn, some major issues with his own father (he's living for economic reasons with his son at the home of his parents).

Finally we have Alex, shown below, a 26-year-old black man from Harlem who has recently gained custody of a son whose mother has been deemed an unfit parent. We end up spending perhaps the most time of any with this young man and also perhaps feel the most jerked around by his increasingly what's-next-and-can-we-believe-any-of-this attitude. Ms Abt combines interviews and fly-on-the-wall camerawork with occasional statistics that provide some background but little that I, at least, didn't already know. But can we trust what we see and hear?

In the course of the film Nelson moves to Florida for employment. And then promptly loses it. But did he really lose the job down there simply because he had long hair? And why does a hugely problemed man like Omar keep having kids? Alex is clearly not the man we were initially led to believe (in one scene he is suddenly behind the wheel of a car. Where did this come from?), and only Roy seems to have leveled with us in any way completely. Three of these four talk a good game about fatherhood, yet they don't seem able to play it. But here we get into problems of race and class and history and economics and prejudice and all the rest that Ms Abt refuses to address or perhaps feels it is best to ignore. Being non-judgmental is one thing, but this documentary strikes me as more like sloppy. (Out of all the people on view, your heart will go out most strongly, I suspect, to Omar's daughter Milagros.)

From Pureland Pictures, Daddy Don't Go premieres on Vimeo-on-Demand this coming Sunday, Father's Day, June 19th. You can find it by clicking on this link. 
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Looking for an antidote to Ava DuVernay's Hollywood-ified Selma? Try Bill Brummel's SPLC doc SELMA: THE BRIDGE TO THE BALLOT


If you were, as was I, disappointed by Selma -- last year's fictionalized bio-pic about events leading up to that famous march to gain the Black vote in Alabama -- I highly recommend a new 40-minute documentary short on the same subject that manages to be richer and more truthful, dramatic, moving and important, simply by being concise and telling its tale in the words of some of those people who actually participated in the event.


SELMA: THE BRIDGE TO THE BALLOT is a film made by the Southern Poverty Law Center (SPLC), directed by Bill Brummel (shown at left), and narrated by Oscar-winner Octavia Spencer. Via reminiscence, fine archival footage and occasional animation, Brummel and his crew place us smack in the middle of it all, giving us an excellent understanding of why this was so important in its time and how, almost suddenly, various events coalesced into a civil rights action that became unstoppable.

Hearing the words of the participants (spoken quite well by the performers rounded up for the task) along side the moving and still shocking archival footage brings real punch to this short film, without any of the "movie" cliches -- actors who, to a man and woman, seem much more attractive than their real life counter-parts; life goosed into "drama" for purposes of telescoping; the rousing, feel-good finale -- that turn Selma into a kind of movieland pseudo-history.

Even that Oscar-winning song strikes me as rather paltry against the great music we hear in this short doc. In any case, the facts presented here tie events together quite well and include some things we didn't see in Selma: the forced march of black students out of town, the white sheriff hospitalized, torrential downpours and protesters having to sleep in the mud (there's a great shot of a pair of shoes barely held together).

The cavalier and nasty face of racism is on full display; as the protests increased, so did the brutality. At the beginning of it all, we hear from the SNCC: "The white folk here are too mean, and the black folks are too scared." Amen to that. But then, change began. This little film tells it like it was and, in the process, brings home the bacon.

Where and how can you see Selma: The Bridge to the Ballot? The film has had limited showings in both New York City and in the Los Angeles area. It is now slated to be shown to students in thousands of classrooms nationwide, with nearly 20,000 educator orders placed already. Additional community screenings will be held for moviegoers but the dates and locations have not been announced yet. For further information, contact the SPLC and/or its Teaching Tolerance web sites by clicking on the links above, or go the link here, which offers the trailer for the film, as well as details for civic organizations that work with voter registration and can order the film for free showings. 
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AFA and Cineaste Magazine offer another in their screenwriter/blacklist series, Pt 3: Post-Blacklist


If you don't yet know Cineaste Magazine, the most political of the high-end movie magazines, it's time you did. You won't find a more intelligent "read" anywhere in the industry, and it's a fun read, too, as challenging as it is interesting. The magazine is again teaming up with Anthology Film Archives to present the third in its popular series, Screenwriters and The Blacklist: Before, During and After.  We're already at the "after" section, and this latest effort features nine choice films, many of which will have been seen (and seen again) by most movie buffs with a bent for politics, art or a fascinating clunker of a movie. Tell Them Willie Boy Is Here, The Chase, Fail-Safe and M*A*S*H are among the most "seen" of the films, but there are some surprises here, too.

Chief among these is an American western from 1961 of which I had barely heard: THE LAST SUNSET, directed by Robert Aldrich (a prime reason to watch) and adapted by Dalton Trumbo from a novel by Howard Rigsby. Although Trumbo is said to have felt that this was one of his worst screenplays, I'd call it one of his better ones, as he withholds his usual heavy hand with the sermons and simply serves up a nifty story and smart dialog delivered by an excellent cast that includes some of mid-20th-Century-Hollywood's top stars.

Kirk Douglas (two photos up) plays a bad guy on the run in northern Mexico, hunted by Rock Hudson (above) as a good-guy sheriff. The pair end up at the ranch of Douglas' favorite old flame, Dorothy Malone (below) sporting a hairdo seen rarely in the old west but quite often in 1950-60's Hollywood.

Now married to an alcoholic Joseph Cotton, and with a teenage daughter in tow (a surprisingly good Carol Lynley, below), Malone is clearly bored and ready for some action, while Cotton is about to make a major cattle drive north and across the river to the U.S. and, hey, he happens to need a few good men to help him do it.

The stage is set for a lot of things, a couple of which we've not really seen in a Hollywood film but would be seeing soon enough in the more "adult" decade to follow. The themes here encompass everything from attraction and desire to trust, lust, guilt and redemption, all done in a manner in which the good guys and bad get their wires occasionally crossed -- which makes the movie all the more mature and interesting.

The Last Sunset must have seemed a bit too unusual in its time -- ahead of it, actually -- but watching it now, the film takes on a burnished glow from its star power and quiet, low-key achievement. Hudson is used particularly well, while Douglas gives his usual, excellent, in-your-face performance.

The women, as was typical for the time (unless the star was Barbara Stanwyck) are mostly decorative, used for romance and provocation, but the dialog manages to be both intelligent and ripe, and the story itself is so filled with cross-purpose and change that it proves consistently interesting -- adding up to a movie ready for reassessment.

There are plenty more good films here, too, so take a gander at what AFA has to say about its series, below, with all the films and their screening times shown in bold. The Last Sunset screens tonight, Friday, March 6, at 6:45, and again Tuesday, Mar 10 at 9:15, and Saturday, Mar 14 at 2:45.


CINEASTE MAGAZINE PRESENTS: 
SCREENWRITERS AND THE BLACKLIST: 
BEFORE, DURING, AND AFTER 
PART 3: POST-BLACKLIST

Screening at Anthology Film Archives, NYC, from March 6-15 
(Get tickets and direction by clicking on the link above.)

 The damage wrought by the Hollywood blacklist, especially the hardships endured by its victims, has been well documented. This series showcases the artistic contributions of prominent blacklisted screenwriters, including well-known radicals such as Walter Bernstein, Dalton Trumbo, Ben Barzman, Abraham Polonsky, and Ring Lardner, Jr. Recent scholarship by Thom Andersen, Pat McGilligan, Larry Ceplair, and Rebecca Prime emphasizes how films by blacklisted personnel were responsible for scripts (written, in many cases, by unapologetic Communists) that explored, both subtly and blatantly, the nuances of race, class, and gender. 

The third, and final, part of the series focuses on post-blacklist ‘comeback films’ written by some of Hollywood’s most notable screenwriters. Many of the films reflect the impact of the social and political upheavals of the 1960s, particularly the Civil Rights and antiwar movements, on the so-called ‘New Hollywood.’

Racism is confronted in Martin Ritt’s PARIS BLUES (written by Walter Bernstein) and Arthur Penn’s THE CHASE (a Lillian Hellman adaptation of a Horton Foote play), while the plight of Native Americans is tackled in Abraham Polonsky’s spectacular return to form, TELL THEM WILLIE BOY IS HERE. The seasoned writers tackled disparate genres with aplomb. M*A*S*H, Robert Altman’s antiwar comedy, is enlivened by Ring Lardner, Jr.’s irreverent screenplay.

The epic and the western are represented by Ben Barzman’s script for Anthony Mann’s severely underrated THE FALL OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE and Dalton Trumbo’s highly idiosyncratic treatment of timeworn motifs in Robert Aldrich’s THE LAST SUNSET. SCREENWRITERS AND THE BLACKLIST is co-presented by Cineaste Magazine, which has been a major source for blacklist-related scholarship throughout its 40-plus-year history.  For more info on this special magazine, click here.

Special thanks to series' co-curators Richard Porton and Patrick McGilligan, as well as to Walter Bernstein, Rebecca Prime, Chris Chouinard (Park Circus), Paul Ginsburg (Universal), Michael Horne & Christopher Lane (Sony), Jules McLean, Joe Reid (20th Century Fox), Richard Suchenski (Center for Moving Image Arts, Bard College), Quentin Tarantino, and Todd Wiener & Steven Hill (UCLA).

The Schedule:
Robert AldrichTHE LAST SUNSET 
1961, 112 min, 35mm. Screenplay by Dalton Trumbo, based on the novel by Howard Rigsby. With Rock Hudson, Kirk Douglas, Dorothy Malone, Joseph Cotton, Carol Lynley, and Neville Brand.
Although Dalton Trumbo considered THE LAST SUNSET his worst script, this fascinatingly overripe western is noteworthy for Robert Aldrich’s usual visual panache and a baroque plot that looks forward to the revisionist ‘last westerns’ of the late 1960s and early 70s. After completing the script for SPARTACUS, Trumbo, working again for Kirk Douglas’s Byrna Productions, received a post-blacklist screen credit. The convoluted plot involves the attempts of the upright sheriff Dan Stribling (Rock Hudson) to apprehend outlaw Brendan O’Malley (Kirk Douglas), responsible for the murder of Stribling’s brother-in-law. O’Malley has been lured to Mexico to reignite his romance with Belle Breckinridge under the ruse of working on the ranch of her alcoholic husband John (Joseph Cotten). Ultimately smitten with Belle’s daughter Melissa (Carol Lynley), O’Malley’s misplaced passion results in a particularly audacious plot twist. THE LAST SUNSET, even while straining credulity and reworking themes borrowed from Greek tragedy with mixed results, is a precursor of the sexual frankness that would permeate genre films of the late 60s.” –Richard Porton
–Fri, Mar 6 at 6:45, Tues, Mar 10 at 9:15, and Sat, Mar 14 at 2:45. 

 Irving Lerner CRY OF BATTLE
1963, 99 min, 16mm, b&w. Screenplay by Bernard Gordon, based on the novel by Benjamin Appel. With Van Heflin, Rita Moreno, and James MacArthur.
The overlong source novel for CRY OF BATTLE focused on Filipino leadership of the U.S.-backed guerrilla movement against Japanese occupation of the Philippines during WWII. Adapting it offered Gordon a rare ‘chance to write a film script that would have something to say about American attitudes toward the native people in those days,’ he wrote in his memoir ‘Hollywood Exile, or How I Learned to Love the Blacklist,’ while highlighting the contribution ‘of the Filipinos in the struggle against the Japanese.’ Irving Lerner, loosely associated with the Frontier Films documentary collective in the 1930s, shot the film realistically in and around Manila, with American leads and distinguished Filipino actors. Bosley Crowther rave-reviewed the low-budget film in the October 12, 1963, New York Times (‘acerbic and action-charged’), marking Gordon’s first on-screen credit after a decade of operating under fronts with as much prolificacy as Dalton Trumbo. CRY OF BATTLE’s other claim to fame: it was showing in the Dallas theater where Lee Harvey Oswald was apprehended on November 22, 1963. A snippet can be glimpsed in Oliver Stone’s JFK.” –Patrick McGilligan –Fri, Mar 6 at 9:15 and Tues, Mar 10 at 7:00.

Arthur Penn THE CHASE
1966, 135 min, 35mm. Screenplay by Lillian Hellman, based on the play by Horton Foote. With Marlon Brando, Jane Fonda, Robert Redford, E.G. Marshall, Angie Dickinson, Janice Rule, Miriam Hopkins, Robert Duvall, and James Fox.
Based on Horton Foote’s play, Lillian Hellman’s screenplay was reworked – at the behest of producer Sam Spiegel – by both Michael Wilson and Ivan Moffat. In a 1993 interview with CINEASTE, Arthur Penn complained that he wasn’t able to oversee the film’s editing and bemoaned the fact that Spiegel cut many of star Marlon Brando’s ingenious improvisations. Yet, despite these mishaps, THE CHASE, with its unvarnished depiction of Southern violence, paved the way for pivotal films of the 1960s – especially Penn’s own BONNIE AND CLYDE. Robert Redford, in an early major role, plays Bubber Reeves, a convict on the run after a prison break. Wrongly imprisoned for murder, Bubber’s escape exacerbates tensions in the small Texas town where he’s viewed with suspicion, and where his wife Anna (Jane Fonda) is conducting an affair with the son of the region’s wealthiest man. In an intriguing reversal of the usual stereotype, Brando plays a progressive sheriff at odds with local racist vigilantes.” –Richard Porton “Violence is a subject that an artist who is intuitively and intellectually alive to the world in which he exists can scarcely avoid today; and if there is a more responsible treatment of it anywhere in the cinema, I have yet to see it.” –Robin Wood on The Chase –Sat, Mar 7 at 2:00, Fri, Mar 13 at 6:30, and Sun, Mar 15 at 8:30.

Sidney Lumet FAIL-SAFE1964, 112 min, 35mm, b&w. Screenplay by Walter Bernstein, based on the novel by Eugene Burdick and Harvey Wheeler. With Henry Fonda, Dan O’Herlihy, Walter Matthau, Frank Overton, Fritz Weaver, Larry Hagman, William Hansen, Sorrell Booke, Dom DeLuise, and Dana Elcar. “Bernstein got to know Lumet, formerly a child actor with the Yiddish Art Theatre, when Lumet was an assistant director to Martin Ritt on CHARLIE WILD, PRIVATE EYE, a half-hour TV show Bernstein wrote under ‘fronts’ in 1950-51. Bernstein would do some of his finest work with these simpatico friends, Ritt and Lumet. A writer’s writer, Bernstein boasts one of the richest of resumés, and seems as comfortable with tense uncompromising subjects, sweeping recreations of history, and, especially in the 1970s, philandering romantic comedies. All his films are social critiques, and his lifelong attention to the military-industrial complex is followed through in DOOMSDAY GUN, his 1994 HBO film with Frank Langella as a supergun genius caught between Israel, Iraq, and the CIA, and something of a bookend to FAIL-SAFE. FAIL-SAFE is one of the tensest of his 1960s credits, a disarmament parable that is splendidly entertaining and disturbing in equal parts. ‘DR. STRANGELOVE without the humor,’ in Danny Peary’s apt phrase.” –Patrick McGilligan –Sat, Mar 7 at 5:45, Wed, Mar 11 at 9:15, and Sun, Mar 15 at 3:30. 

Michael Ritchie SEMI-TOUGH 1977, 108 min, 35mm. Screenplay by Walter Bernstein and an uncredited Ring Lardner Jr., based on the novel by Dan Jenkins. With Burt Reynolds, Kris Kristofferson, Jill Clayburgh, Lotte Lenya, Carl Weathers, and Brian Dennehy. “SEMI-TOUGH is the better known of Walter Bernstein’s two neo-screwball comedies for Michael Ritchie, ‘one of those rare directors,’ as Vincent Canby wrote, ‘who is able to look at Middle America critically without being especially outraged or even surprised.’ (The other Bernstein-Ritchie collaboration, AN ALMOST PERFECT AFFAIR from 1979, a film-biz satire set in Cannes, is also worthy of revival.) A dream cast romps through this free-wheeling send-up of professional sports, celebrity, and monogamy. SEMI-TOUGH would make the perfect double bill with M*A*S*H (written by blacklistee Ring Lardner Jr.) with its anarchic football climax. ‘Things like THE MOLLY MAGUIRES and THE FRONT, which came from scratch, are very important to me and mean a lot to me,’ Walter Bernstein said in ‘Backstory 3: Interviews with Screenwriters of the 60s.’ ‘But so does SEMI-TOUGH, although it came from a book. Michael and I threw out the story and wrote one of our own. Michael and I did our own movie, just like Marty [Ritt] and I did our own movies.’” –Patrick McGilligan –Sat, Mar 7 at 8:30 and Sun, Mar 8 at 6:15.

Anthony Mann THE FALL OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE
1964, 188 min, 35mm. Screenplay by Ben Barzman, Basilio Franchina, and Philip Yordan. With Sophia Loren, Stephen Boyd, Alec Guinness, James Mason, Christopher Plummer, Anthony Quayle, John Ireland, and Omar Sharif. The second of the two Samuel Bronston historical super-productions to be directed by Anthony Mann (after EL CID), both of which were treated with extreme condescension in their day but have been increasingly recognized as major achievements, THE FALL OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE is arguably the greater of the two. A darker, more intricately structured film than EL CID, FALL somehow succeeds as both a big-budget, visually astonishing spectacle animated by a genuine interest in Roman civilization, and a sophisticated, uncompromising inquiry into the nature of power. Best known for his collaborations with fellow blacklistee Joseph Losey in exile in Europe, Ben Barzman co-wrote both FALL and EL CID. In both cases he worked with Philip Yordan, a mysterious and controversial figure in the annals of the blacklist – the most famous/notorious ‘front’ of the era, his name appeared on numerous films for which scholars continue to debate the true authorship. –Sun, Mar 8 at 2:30 and Sat, Mar 14 at 5:15. 

Abraham Polonsky TELL THEM WILLIE BOY IS HERE
1969, 98 min, 35mm. Screenplay by Abraham Polonsky, based on the novel by Harry Lawton. With Robert Blake, Robert Redford, and Katharine Ross. The impact of the blacklist on the career of Abraham Polonsky was one of the great artistic tragedies of the period, just as his comeback in the late-1960s was among the most triumphant in Hollywood. Bursting on the scene with the remarkable one-two punch of BODY AND SOUL (1947) (with Robert Rossen directing Polonsky’s masterful screenplay) and FORCE OF EVIL (1948) (which Polonsky both wrote and directed), as well as working on the screenplay for I CAN GET IF FOR YOU WHOLESALE (1951), he refused to testify before HUAC in 1951 and would not be credited on a theatrical feature again until 1968. Given the immensity of his talent, the loss of these prime years is a wound that will never heal. But Polonsky would pick up right where he had left off, with a terrific script for another great filmmaker (Don Siegel’s MADIGAN, 1968), followed by one more astonishing work as writer-director: TELL THEM WILLIE BOY IS HERE. A revisionist Western that probes deeply into the phenomenon of racial and social injustice, it stars Robert Blake as Paiute Indian Willie Boy, who becomes an outlaw after killing his lover’s father in self-defense, and Robert Redford as the sheriff whose imperative to hunt Willie Boy down flies increasingly in the face of his own conscience. –Sun, Mar 8 at 9:00, Thurs, Mar 12 at 7:00, and Sat, Mar 14 at 9:00. 

Robert Altman M*A*S*H
1970, 116 min, 35mm. Screenplay by Ring Lardner Jr., based on the novel by Richard Hooker. With Donald Sutherland, Elliott Gould, Tom Skerritt, Sally Kellerman, and Robert Duvall.
Ring Lardner, Jr., a member of the Hollywood 10, won an Academy Award for his adaptation of Richard Hooker’s novel. Even though Altman’s penchant for improvisation angered Lardner, who believed his script was being sullied, Patrick McGilligan argues that the veteran screenwriter’s craftsmanship provided a solid framework that made Altman’s innovations – especially his famous use of rapid fire overlapping dialogue – possible. There’s little doubt that Lardner was responsible for the film’s sardonic anti-war thrust. The film revolves around the antics of two surgeons assigned to a mobile medical unit during the Korean War: Hawkeye Pierce (Donald Sutherland) and ‘Trapper’ John McIntyre (Elliott Gould). M*A*S*H was embraced by the counterculture as an antiwar movie, even though the emerging women’s movement expressed dismay at the casual sexism of Altman and Lardner’s depiction of Major Margaret ‘Hot Lips’ Houlihan (Sally Kellerman).” –Richard Porton “M*A*S*H is a marvelously unstable comedy, a tough, funny, and sophisticated burlesque of military attitudes that is at the same time a tale of chivalry. It’s a sick joke, but it’s also generous and romantic – an erratic episodic film, full of the pleasures of the unexpected. I think it’s the closest an American movie has come to the kind of constantly surprising mixture in SHOOT THE PIANO PLAYER, though M*A*S*H moves so fast that it’s over before you have time to think of comparisons. While it’s going on, you’re busy listening to some of the best overlapping comic dialogue ever recorded.” –Pauline Kael, THE NEW YORKER –Mon, Mar 9 at 6:45, Thurs, Mar 12 at 9:15, and Sun, Mar 15 at 6:00. 

Don Siegel TWO MULES FOR SISTER SARA
1970, 116 min, 35mm. Screenplay by Albert Maltz, story by Budd Boetticher. With Clint Eastwood and Shirley MacLaine.
This inexplicably neglected western, set during the 1860s French intervention in Mexico, is every bit as exciting, perfectly crafted, and disarmingly funny as you’d expect from the dream-team meeting of Hollywood legends Don Siegel and Budd Boetticher. This despite the fact that Boetticher, who wrote the original screenplay with the intention of directing it himself, only to see it eventually re-written by blacklistee Albert Maltz (resident in Mexico, where he’d relocated during the blacklist) and directed by Siegel, despised the final product. Representing Maltz’s first screen credit under his own name since 1948, TWO MULES is more broadly comic than it might have been in Boetticher’s hands, but features Clint Eastwood and Shirley Maclaine at their very best as soldier-of-fortune Hogan and nun-turned-revolutionary Sara, as well as an Ennio Morricone score that ranks among his most inspired. Though it would be a stretch to call it a sober study of the Mexican revolution, the familiarity of both Maltz and Boetticher with Mexico and their unquestionable interest in its history unmistakably inform the film. –Mon, Mar 9 at 9:15, Wed, Mar 11 at 6:45, and Fri, Mar 13 at 9:15.
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