Wednesday, September 28, 2011

October, the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

If you're not ready for October, you might as well be in Dubrovnik.

October is almost here and it truly is my favorite time of the year. Fall and it's grey skies and multi-colored leaves tumbling to the ground just makes me feel good. A love of classic horror does the same and all month long it's what I watch and write about. This year won't be any different in that respect except possibly, as mentioned in the previous post, a bit scaled back. I'd like to re-examine some ideas from October's past. Not reposting old entries but reintroducing their ideas. There are things from, say, three years ago, discussed with a whole other set of commenters that I wouldn't mind plunging into again, or that I have some new thoughts on and would like to hear yours (or, read yours, as it were). I'd like to talk a little bit more about sci-fi as well, a genre that often directly crosses over into horror (Frankenstein, Doctor X, The Thing, etc).

 And, mind you, I don't like the scaling back but other writing keeps me busy. One thing I've started to use more often is twitter. It's funny; the 140 character limit seems ridiculous at first and the fact that there isn't really conversation (not without tagging the person whose attention you want to get) makes the whole endeavor seem pointless. But damned if it doesn't suddenly open up a world of magical possibilities when you've got no time and a desire to put something out there; a link, a thought, a judgment, a recommendation or just an obscure reference. And Facebook's a good outlet, too, when time and opportunity are infrequent acquaintances.

 But once the fall arrives, everything feels fresh again even if I know by February I'll feel like giving up on everything after three solid months of low light. No matter. Fall is when my AFI attendance picks up and this October they've got plenty of Vincent Price to keep me busy. My wife and I are going to take the youngest to see The Raven on Halloween. We've all seen it before, all love it and look forward to a big screen viewing before trick or treating begins in earnest. And I look forward to another October here, and my first at TCM with the Morlocks. So make sure you stop back in both here and there so we can watch, talk about and celebrate horror (and sci-fi) all month long.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Cinema Styles October, Coming Soon???

It's almost October and in the past that's meant a lot of fun festivities here at Cinema Styles celebrating all that is horror.  October has been, traditionally, the month in which I post more than any other, often around 30 to 40 total.

No more.

Peter will now explain it to you.
Oh, there will be October festivities and new posts, just not on the order of 30 to 40.  I've got my gig at TCM to update each week plus program articles for the main site so October here will be scaled back considerably.  However, I've put together quite a lot of posts in the past and what I think I may do is re-introduce some ideas from past Octobers.  Not repostings, an idea I'm not too wild about (I prefer to let posts remain at their original post date) but, rather, a reintroduction of a topic or two I may have tackled a couple of years ago but still have some areas I'd like to explore with it.

And, of course, for those intrepid bloggers who will be going full-tilt, like my friend Bill Ryan, Arbogast (Yes? No?), Peter Nellhaus and, possibly, Bob Turnbull, I will provide links to all the fun going on over there.  I'll be updating here a couple more times before October but just wanted to lay down a plan of action before the best month of the year arrives.  See you there.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Nicholas Ray, Jesse James
and a Missed Opportunity


Turner Classic Movies, in an effort to eventually get articles up for all the movies in their database, assign films without articles to folks like me to write them up.  By coincidence, I was recently assigned  The True Story of Jesse James, directed by Nicholas Ray, just as Tony Dayoub was asking film bloggers to contribute to his Nicholas Ray blogathon at Cinema Viewfinder.  







To prepare the article, I was sent galleys of two books, Nicholas Ray: An American Journey by Bernard Eisenschitz and Pieces of My Heart: A Life by Robert Wagner with Scott Eyman.   I was interested to learn that Ray's first instinct was to make the entire film artificial.  His idea, so remarkable that I didn't even include it in the article because it would have taken the whole thing in the wrong direction, was to do it on obvious stage sets with visibly painted skies and backdrops.  He even wanted fake horses!  The whole thing would be done like an expressionistic stage play as preserved on film.  

I'm pretty sure I don't have to tell what the studio thought of this idea but just in case you're completely unfamiliar with the workings of studio heads who make the decisions, the reaction was something along the lines of,  "Are you out of your fucking mind?!"  He was, to a degree, but that's another story.  

So Ray went back to the drawing board and came up with Plan B:  Cast Elvis Presley and shoot on location in Missouri and Minnesota.  Ray was convinced that Presley had the real life country boy turned superstar experience to make the film work.  If he was going to present Jesse James as a kind of pre-20th century sex symbol, why not make the statement obvious and cast the man responsible for sending shivers of fear down the spines of good, honest, hard-working, boring, stupid, dumbassed Americans.  

The studio nixed that too.  They wanted to promote their in-house contract players, specifically Robert Wagner who they thought could catch fire with a starring role like Jesse James.  They were wrong for two reasons.  One should have been obvious, the other was an opportunity missed that could've made all the difference.  

The first one, the one that should have been obvious, was that Robert Wagner, despite being a talented actor, had nowhere near the same level of charisma as Elvis Presley and despite sporting a pompadour throughout the movie (bet you never knew James had a pompadour), Wagner just doesn't come across as anything other than bland.  He's got the look (they manage to get his shirt off multiple times) but not much else.  Jeffrey Hunter, as Frank James, is much better and Alan Hale, Jr (later to play the Skipper on Gilligan's Island) is the best of all, playing Cole Younger with the kind of flair and energy that Wagner can only imagine.

The second sinker of the movie, the great missed opportunity, was the decision to not play up Jesse James' death wish.  Ray wrote scenes - and filmed them! - of Jesse being told he wanted to die.  Ray wanted Jesse to be shown setting up his own death by manipulating Robert Ford.  Sound familiar?  That hypothesis would become the basis of the 1983 book, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, and later the film adaptation with Brad Pitt and Casey Affleck.  Oh, it had been theorized since the day James was shot but no one in the movies bothered to go there until the book was released.  Nicholas Ray could have beaten them all to the punch and made the movie a much deeper, profound psychological study.  But the studio said "No."  

According to Robert Wagner, Ray was in a daze for most of the filming, high on drink or drugs.  At least, that's what Wagner saw.  He writes that no one on the set knew which Ray was going to show up each day and that direction from him was minimal and confusing.  Ray probably didn't care at that point.  Everything he wanted to do with the movie had been shot down.  He was left with nothing but the "inspiration" of a paycheck and the film suffers for it.  

What might have been.

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This post is a part of The Nicholas Ray Blogathon hosted by Tony Dayoub at Cinema Viewfinder.