Movies

    I really enjoyed “Red Desert” (Il deserto rosso), dir. Michelangelo Antonioni (Italy, 1964), starring Monica Vitti and Richard Harris. It was a visual feast with understated drama. The camera moves slowly, inviting viewers to look at and see the industrial and seaside landscapes, the factory technology and domestic interiors, the refuse and pollution, the faces and postures of individuals, the colors.

    Giuliana, the protagonist, is a troubled middle-class woman who was once hospitalized after a largely silenced event that still affects her. The film invites us to try and relate the sounds, smells, and textures of the protagonist’s social and physical surroundings to her inner life as the social interactions and dialogs unfold.

    A middle-class woman and her son, dressed as if in a nice town or city, but they are in an industrial area, factories on both sides of them, smokestacks and power lines, hazy, presumably polluted. There is a small road, but no sidewalk. They are walking in the dirt and gravel.

    There is a charming road movie on Arte called “The Little Brother” (Tajikistan, 1991), made at a particular moment in history, between the Soviet Union’s dissolution and the Tajik Civil War. It is about a seventeen-year-old who would like to leave home, but can’t because he is responsible for his seven-year-old brother. He wants his father, who lives in the countryside, to take responsibility for the kid once more, but that doesn’t work out.

    The black-and-white film centers on a trip to their father’s place. They get there and back on a small freight train, whose driver takes on the occasional passenger and parcel via a barter system. Viewers get to experience the Tajik landscape and moments of rural life from the moving train. Sometimes the train stops, affording encounters with other people. The accompanying soundtrack is fantastic.

    The brothers' heads poking out of the locomotive, smiling, as they look down at something from the moving train.
    View of the small train from behind on a single-track line through the countryside. Smoke is coming out of it.

    I watched a film about Nicholas Winton, who helped rescue 669 children from Prague before the Wehrmacht occupied the city. I’m usually not attracted to this subject on screen, but I found “One Life,” dir. James Hawes (Bleeker Street, 2024), both absorbing and affecting. Much of its poignance comes from its shifts between an old man in the late 1980s and his memories of the late 1930s. Anthony Hopkins, who must have been 85 or 86 when he played the lead, is brilliant.

    'Nothing but the Truth' (Sony Pictures, 2008)

    I recently watched “Nothing but the Truth” and found it to be engaging because of how rooted it is in its time, even as the issues it treats are much more broadly relevant. At its heart is the freedom of the press versus the federal government’s powers of coercion in ostensible national security matters. Womanhood and especially motherhood are also important to the story, with mainstream gender norms employed to help viewers relate to (or feel no sympathy for) the woman who the government attempts to coerce. The film is a work of fiction, but its author, Rod Lurie, draws on real events for its initial premise.

    During the movie’s first ten or twenty minutes, I got nostalgic vibes because there is a news-making national newspaper in DC that hasn’t been corrupted by a billionaire, a newspaper whose print distribution still matters. There is an FBI that follows the law, and reporters who think that officials lying is newsworthy, even if short attention spans run counter to this belief. The DC location, regardless of where it was actually filmed, was also familiar because of the occasional overlap between work life and home life, even if the filmmakers restricted that overlap to the two main women characters, a journalist and an outed spy.

    As the film went on, I was reminded of how out-of-control the federal government can get when pursuing an administration’s aims because the judiciary typically defers to the executive branch on national security matters. The movie shows the U.S. government trying to coerce a reporter to give up her source: it jails her for contempt during a grand jury investigation. Her loss of liberty lasts for nearly a year before there is even a court decision on the specific issues involved. Images of the reporter being transported in leg chains still resonate today. The CIA adds a further low by threatening its own outed agent, reminding her about her upcoming custody hearing.

    Since the journalist and the outed spy are both moms, the film connects the two on a personal level by situating their daughters in the same school. The women both volunteer in the school, but don’t know each other personally in the beginning, although the journalist knows the other woman’s child because of her particular volunteer duties. (If any fathers volunteer, it doesn’t come up.) Why is motherhood relevant to the plot? The jailed and then imprisoned journalist pays a high personal cost, being unable to see her young son and probably losing her husband. At the same time, this personal cost can be interpreted by some viewers as her putting a principle ahead of her duty as a mother.

    At the very end of the movie, we see that the journalist’s initial unintentional source (before she began her actual reporting) had been her son’s classmate, the daughter of the outed CIA agent. This makes her principled stand for freedom of the press also about protecting a child. Perhaps, for some people, this lets her off the hook for leaving her own son without a mother for so long. Unfortunately, it also almost overshadows the constitutional issues behind her refusal to be coerced by the U.S. government. Or is that the point? Is this another example of the personal manifesting as political?

    I am a sucker for a good Jean Arthur movie, so I was happy to run across “Only Angels Have Wings” (Columbia Pictures, 1939), in which she plays opposite Cary Grant. I remember enjoying it once or twice before, and I wasn’t disappointed this time either. The movie offers good actors, believable and often likable characters, and a gripping tale centered around a dangerous air mail and air freight business connecting a small South American port to remote areas in the mountains with small aircraft and harrowing flight conditions.

    Newspaper ad featuring Stanwyck's legs and shoulders. The teaser asks, 'How would you lead your life—if you weren't afraid of being talked about?'

    I enjoyed the pre-Code film "Ladies They Talk About" (Warner Bros., 1933), starring Barbara Stanwyck. This fast-paced drama features a bank robbery, a revivalist with a radio program, and an interesting portrayal of inmates in a women's ward at San Quentin State Prison. The film also offers sex appeal and comic relief.

    Image: Ad clipped from the studio's pressbook ("merchandising plan") at the Internet Archive, archive.org….

    Powerful 13-minute short about a man who spoke up (and one who didn’t) during an unexpected ID check to filter out ostensible enemies on a train stopped by armed Serbs in Štrpci, Bosnia, on February 27, 1993: “The Man Who Could Not Remain Silent” (Croatia, 2024), youtu.be…. 📽️

    📽️ I distracted myself from contemporary authoritarianism with the wonderful 1954 Italian film “Chronicle of Poor Lovers” (Cronache di poveri amanti). It takes place in Florence in the mid 1920s and focuses on the lives of people in the Via del Corno. Everybody seems to know everyone else’s business in this street, and life seems pretty normal, even good, despite material privations. But there are also the whispers and occasional off-key tones of a few fascists. Then comes a brutal beating and later the work of a death squad, with individual residents among the murderers and the murdered. The film’s title references the young couples that are broken up and formed in the course of this adversity.

    Film screen capture of esidents of the street looking out of second- and third-floor windows to hear a very loud argument in one of the other rooms.

    📽️ “The Murderers Are Among Us” (Die Mörder sind unter uns), dir. Wolfgang Staudte (DEFA, 1946), is streaming on Arte. Filmed in the rubble of early postwar Berlin, it represents an important attempt to come to terms with Germany’s immediate past and to see a way through the present.

    Film still: The faces of actors Hildegard Knef and Wilhelm Borchert looking outside through the broken glass of the apartment they share in the film.

    Hildegard Knef and Wilhelm Borchert

    📽️ Watched a silly, but enjoyable comedy called “The Assassination Bureau” (Paramount, 1969), starring Diana Rigg, Oliver Reed, amd Telly Savalas.

    screenshot of scene near end of movie, to the left a burning dirigible, to the right a man hanging from a balloon segment that the man managed to escape the dirigible in.

    Prophetic Comedy

    RAPTURE-PALOOZA poster with Anna Kendrick and Craig Robinson, A MATCH MADE IN HELL.

    A prophetic comedy for these upside-down times: "Rapture-Palooza" (Lionsgate, 2013). Also foundational: "Idiocracy" (20th Century Fox, 2006).

    “Overlooked No More: Ethel Lina White, Master of Suspense Who Inspired Hitchcock” by Sarah Weinman, New York Times, April 17, 2025, archive.ph….

    White was a powerhouse of the genre in the 1930s, publishing more than 100 short stories and 17 novels, three of which were adapted into films, most notably Hitchcock’s “The Lady Vanishes” (1938).…

    “Confessions of a Dangerous Mind,” dir. George Clooney (Miramax, 2002), is absolutely bonkers (in a good way). Sam Rockwell does not disappoint. 📽️

    The night shots of the Kennedy Center in the closing sequence of the movie “Ghosted” (Apple, 2023) show it lit up in the national colors of Ukraine. I like that. 🇺🇦

    I saw the first hour of Fritz Lang’s “Hangmen also Die” (United Artists, 1943) tonight. The story, inspired by Reinhard Heydrich’s shooting in Prague in 1942, was a collaboration between Lang and Bertolt Brecht. The film is good, but 135 minutes of wartime stereotypes is a lot. 📽️

    📽️ I enjoyed “The Cape Town Affair” (South Africa, 1967), starring Claire Trevor, James Brolin, and Jacquelin Bisset. I’ve never been to that part of the world, so seeing the city in this period was doubly interesting. The level of segregation, however, stood out, as did the unsettling naturalness of its portrayal.

    The film is a spy story involving mainly white people of different social classes and ages. The one exception is the Communist ringleader, who appears only two or three times and presents as East Asian. This world of espionage inadvertently becomes entangled with less reputable characters who live by their own, less unsavory codes.

    The film is a remake of the New York City noir “Pickup on South Street” (USA, 1953), which I haven’t seen.

    📽️ Watched “Affair in Trinidad” (Columbia Pictures, 1952), a murder–spy story starring Rita Hayworth and Glenn Ford. Was fun despite the usual noir gender normativity. Also interesting to see the early fictional appearance of a ballistic missile threat in the Caribbean.

    📽️ The last time I saw “Three Days of the Condor,” dir. Sydney Pollack (Paramount, 1975), was long enough ago that I didn’t get as much out of its mid-seventies paranoia about the CIA as I did this time around. Or maybe it just didn’t gnaw away at me like it’s doing now. I grew up in a small rural town, but the grit in that movie pervaded a lot of popular television culture. I also heard my fair share of conspiracy-theory talk during my teens. Besides, the CIA was in the news.

    I’m still not sure what to make of the mentality expressed in this film. It’s interesting, in any case, to speculate about how anti-establishment images and paranoia from the period have mapped onto both ends of our political spectrum.

    A few lines from the movie

    "Maybe there's another CIA inside the CIA."

    "Oil fields."

    "We have games. That's all. We play games. What if? How many men? What would it take? Is there a cheaper way to destabilize a regime? That's what we're paid to do."

    "How do you know they'll print it?"

    📽️ Am watching “So Ends Our Night,” dir. John Cromwell (United Artists, 1941), a “story of people without passports” based on Erich Maria Remarque’s 1939 novel Flotsam.

    A great line early on spoken by an Austrian police officer sending two stateless Germans across the border to Czechoslovakia in 1937:

    You refugees! It’s not like handling a first-class criminal. You’re detracting from the dignity of my profession.

    📽️ Watched a post–Cold War episode to the Harry Palmer films, “Bullet to Beijing” (1995). Michael Caine, the lead in the 1960s films, plays an agent pushed into early retirement who freelances for a Russian oligarch-mobster. It was interesting to revisit the period’s pop cultural images of Russia.

    📽️ This evening I saw “Secret Agent,” dir. Alfred Hitchcock (UK, 1936). It was a box office hit in its time, but for me it’s less compelling than “The Thirty-Nine Steps” (1936) and “The Man Who Knew Too Much” (1934). The cinematography and moments of suspense were nonetheless entertaining and characteristically Hitchcock.

    Unlike the protagonists in the other two movies, who become involved in espionage by chance and are clearly the good guys, the protagonists in this film play morally ambiguous roles. Their mission is to locate an enemy agent in Switzerland and assassinate him before he can carry British military secrets to the Ottomans. Only the playful, but dark character played by Peter Lorre enjoys the necessary close-up work of killing.

    Silhouettes of hanged spies out a train window on the way through enemy territory underline the ultimate personal price during war, if caught. A Swiss hotel and casino serves as a glamorous counterpoint, with social banter, dress, and flirting more in line with the 1930s than 1916. That means viewers are treated to Madeleine Carroll’s bare shoulders while she is wrapped in a towel that covers the rest of her body in a scene with two men in full dress.

    Black and white illustration of a woman in an elegant dress pointing a pistol at someone. Background color of full page ad is magenta.

    Distributor advertisement targeting cinema owners in The Film Daily, June 23, 1936, p. 3, via Internet Archive.

    📽️ I watched “The King’s Speech” (2010) for the first time. It certainly lives up to all the praise it received 15 years ago.

    📽️ Just watched “Berlin Correspondent,” dir. Eugene Forde (20th Century Fox, 1942). It’s not so much about a reporter as it is about the Gestapo’s efforts to uncover his spying and then beat his escapes. Interesting to me were the overt references to euthanasia or “mercy killings” in the film.

    Here, though, the commander of such a facility jokes about Germany soon being “100% insanity free”—nice irony for a wartime U.S. audience, but maybe less funny to 21st-century ears. In any case, the quick-thinking American journalist outwits the Gestapo. The tone doesn’t feel too far removed from the 1960s TV sitcom, “Hogan’s Heroes” (1965–71).

    📽️ For thievery and spying escapades set in the Blitz, “Counter-Espionage” (aka “The Lone Wolf in Scotland Yard”) dir. Edward Dmytryk (Columbia Pictures, 1942), isn’t bad. If its light tone, despite its air raids and bombs, seems out of place, it was produced for a wartime public in need of good tales.

    By the way, the film has an odd science fiction component to it, though I have no idea how believable it would have been to the audience. First, there were plans for a lethal blue ray contraption (military figures in Berlin spoke of directional rays). Second, the spy ring transmitted information to Berlin with a large device that more or less functioned like a wireless fax. Finally, these people communicated between London and Berlin over the radio by voice.

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