Monday, September 28, 2026

Scope Samples #5

 

Montgomery Clift Beset by Hollywood Hillbillies He's Come to Straighten Out

Wide Worlds: Wild River and Patton

Mere Five Year Age Difference Separated Clift and Co-Star Jo Van Fleet

WILD RIVER (1960) --- Montgomery Clift ideally cast here. He’d have been less so prior to the road accident that changed his face, manner, and suitability for parts he had prior to the catastrophe. Before-after represents two distinct actors, and I never thought the after was ruin or decline for Clift. His skills still were there, if abated a matter of opinion, and certainly he suffered from what had happened, but boon for us is him not giving up or leaving the screen as many (most?) would have after what he’d been through. Monty chose to work, perhaps more so than when enjoying a peak of fame during which he turned down a lot of promising projects. Wild River was a starring part in color and Cinemascope, a Fox release done largely on location. Clift is a government hire sent Tennessee way to get people off an island to be flooded by the Valley Authority so surroundings can be made safe from flooding. His is not a romantic role, the romance in fact thrust upon him by Lee Remick as shack dweller girl ill-suited to say the least for “Chuck Glover’s” sort of sensibility. Frankly sad ending for me is the poor guy hog-tied by Lee and flying off with her and brats toward for-life trap, this after Chuck made such a good argument against tying himself down with domestic obligations. Chuck needed Sigma strength here, Remick as “Carol Garth” molding him like softest clay. We see Chuck tossed in the river by bumpkins familiar from westerns and comedies (Jay C. Flippen, James Westerfield, who’d been a slapstick cop for Disney). These aren’t Deliverance hillbillies who’d scare us later, nor inbreds that shot Dennis Hopper off his motorcycle. Such then is familiar if comforting aspect of Wild River. Would director Elia Kazan have been better served hiring locals? It seems so in hindsight and by comparison with those later explorations of scary Southland.

Too Late for Monty to Learn Sigma Lessons, Him Hog-Tied by Remick and Brat Brood

Southern Showman Trying Darndest to Make Wild River Appealing to Yokals

Some of us know real south when we see it, director Elia Kazan at least getting accents mostly right if not attitudes. We know Monty’s in trouble when he speaks tactless to these natives, getting past that learning curve a hardest challenge he’ll face. I found myself saying, No Monty, you don’t talk to Southern folks that way, and sure enough, here comes another beating or dunk in muddy water. Clift took lots of physical punishment in films done after the wreck. It seemed at times like a sort of penance. Kazan observes hicks like natural wonders sprung from mud, some of his compositions resembling Depression-era photography more social statement than simple capture of people and scenes. Much evokes A Face in the Crowd, Kazan the microscope hovered over us bugs down in Dixie. Unlike Face, Wild River is too serious to laugh off, part reason perhaps why it failed ($2.5 million spent on the negative … $2.1 million back in worldwide rentals … $1.8 lost). Rube cinemas sold hard if misleadingly, such as here with home-typed reference to “Fightin, Lovin’ Garths,” them the object of Monty’s mission. It’s OK funnin’ the South except where lasers burn too deep. Jo Van Fleet is the object of strife, her a last holdout to modern progress. The South heard a lot of that during the fifties and sixties, almost like Feds were going to reboot reconstruction (in fact, they did). I bet anybody snookered into drive-ins by that Fightin’ Garths pitch drove out quick once put wise. I can’t confirm what happened locally, assume our Allen Theatre got Wild River per product split with the Liberty (Allen's lock on Fox product). Wild River went to TV syndication in 1965 after NBC had a March 1964 primetime run, full-framed exposure no good to the film’s reputation. Wild River is one that needs every inch of Scope to register effectively. It plays well on Blu-Ray as part of a Kazan box, plus it’s available separate from Fox, plus Eureka Region Two ... also streams here and there.

For Lots of Watchers' Money, That Man Patton Did Everything Right


PATTON (1970) --- Ann says she stood on line round the corner from the Liberty to see Patton. At age nine. I was not there. Why was I not there? Another misstep, like with On Her Majesty’s Secret Service. George Scott turned down Best Actor, but not for flower childish reason. He felt actors should not be put in a position of competing with one another. Few could argue that. The AA’s were always phony baloney, as is freshly proved each year. I understand they’re going to You Tube, too bad because You Tube is too good for them. Patton is on Blu-Ray but I hear rumblings it needs an upgrade. Last night’s show looked OK, but yes, one can imagine 4K helping here. Patton/Scott says in his opening speech that “we never lost a war,” this as Nam wall was falling down, and too there was Korea after Patton’s time. Dig how this soldier studied past soldiers, thought he was reincarnated from a line of them going back centuries. George Patton was a little mad, maybe a lot mad. Still, we love him, or did we? Anti-warriors surely steamed at the sympathetic portrayal. Many wrote Patton delivered “both ways” by accommodating pro and anti-attitudes. I’d call it 95% pro, or is that just my attitude? Patton had a big mouth, no governors, and notoriously slapped a soldier for cracking up in the face of battle. Fact is he slapped two different soldiers for the same perceived offense, both living long enough to see the movie in 1970. Him who played one of them showed up at 90’s autograph shows, Tim Considine. He’d sign stills of the moment when Scott strikes him. Was this better than being Spin, or was it Marty? Patton had 70mm engagements and was one of only four 1970 releases shot that way. Charlotte hosted it in July but not on reserved seat basis. Their Carolina Theatre got a 70mm print, as they had when I saw The Sound of Music there in 1965. They did a second run, April 1971, also 70mm, so Patton must have been popular. Revivals in the format have been plentiful.

Like With That's Entertainment! in 1974, Boy Did We Need Patton in 1970

Patton is admired the more for having used “practical” effects, CGI now a sort of dirty word (or letters) for special fx. Jeeps flip over with guys underneath. Explosions send men flying. Patton’s driver is played by Bill Hickman of Bullitt fame, so you know he was loaded for bear. Did success of The Longest Day enable Patton? Other actors were offered the part before Scott took it. Robert Mitchum admitted he could not have done half so good a job. John Wayne would have been too familiar as John Wayne for him to work. They get at irony of the way Patton died (road accident) by giving him a near miss with an oxcart, a moment played for humor, but we get the forebode. Patton made so many wild moves in his time that they simply could not show them all. I wondered if he would cross the Rhine ahead of everybody else in violation of orders, but no, we only had three hours to tell this story, all of which went by fleet for me. This really was Everybody’s War Movie. I bet even hippies and draft dodgers would admit they like it. Problem for Scott: What to do for an encore? There was reprise of Patton for a TV-movie, but I haven’t the heart to watch. Sort of like when Lee Marvin did Major Reisman for the tube (1985, him too old, the concept too tired). Bummer, and certainly beneath him. Scott would do uneven things, one where he drove for criminals that started with John Huston as director, but he and Scott fell out (The Last Run). Scott had a hot temper and drank. Being the world’s greatest actor would have been a heavy weight to haul. Scott gave his wives work and had a son who inherited some of his talent. It was neat seeing him head-to-head with Brando in The Formula, not a fair contest for Brando being a little nutsy by then. I think Brando gave his peculiar perf in part because he knew Scott was the better actor, and was afraid to take him on honest.

14 comments:

  1. The most interesting contrast is between the two films’ use of scale.

    *Wild River* needs the width to make people look small inside a social landscape.

    *Patton* uses it to make one man look as if history itself has made room for him.

    Same format, very different ego.

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    1. Great comparison that had not occurred to me. Thanks.

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  2. Saw PATTON in one of the 70mm revivals you mention (Music Box, Chicago, about three years ago) and it looked glorious - except that within the first 30 seconds, before Scott even starts talking, an extreme closeup on his eyebrow clearly revealed the mesh holding it on - I mean CLEARLY. Ripple of restrained chuckles among the cinephiles before the big speech began. - Jeff M.

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    1. I'll have to look for that mesh next time on the Blu-Ray.

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  3. Lately Facebook is full of WWII mini-documentaries with a strong scent of AI. A favorite theme is tales of Patton sweeping into POW camps and hard-schooling arrogant captured officers. You'd think he had nothing else to do.

    Willie and Joe cartoonist Bill Mauldin wrote a late-in-life memoir, "The Brass Ring", that includes stories he elected to leave out of "Up Front". One chapter recounted being summoned to meet Patton, who was unamused by various of Mauldin's drawings and demanding he defend them. The general didn't punish or censor him, expecting Mauldin to be intimidated into compliance.

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    1. I got one of those Bill Mauldin books on your recommendation, Donald. Looks like now I'll be ordering another.

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  4. I saw PATTON first-run in 70mm back in '70, a roadshow engagement...and was totally worn over. These days, my Blu-Ray (or is it a DVD?) of the film rests on my Anytime Shelf. That space is reserved for movies I could happily watch ANYTIME.

    Back in '70, a hippie-ish friend attended PATTON with me. He lasted till intermission, then left, angrily proclaiming that he wouldn't watch anything about war. I had to wonder what he thought the movie was going to be, and how he made it through the first half. I myself was much more dove than hawk, but took it as history, and as one of the greatest acting lessons ever.

    Scott later gave just-about-as-great performances in THE HOSPITAL and THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS. A story from the set of THE FORMULA has Scott and Brando shooting their big across-the-desk scene, with Brando always saying different things at different points, particularly with lines leading up to Scott's turns. After one take, Scott says, "What are you going to say this time, Marlon?" Brando replied, "What does it matter? You know a cue when you hear one, don't you?"

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    1. Great anecdote, Rick. My estimation of Brando went up lately when I saw a You Tube where he revealed his favorite actors of the Classic Era, including James Cagney, Cary Grant, Spencer Tracy, and his Number One pick, Paul Muni, with whom Brando worked when he was a beginner on the stage.

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  5. I have seen the TV version of Patton with Scott once, and that was enough. They repeat many of the things from the previous, but with a lower budget, a different script (Ike actually DOES appear in this version), lots of flashbacks to his younger years played by a different actor, and Eva Marie Saint as his wife. The last part of it is disappointing because they actually staged the traffic accident and then he goes to a hospital to die, along with a boring series of flashbacks while he is paralyzed in bed. Much better is a documentary made by 20th Century-Fox comparing the real Paton with the first movie, not forgetting that the tanks that are shown are contemporary (from the Spanish government) and not the original ones.

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  6. WILD RIVER was shot near my hometown of Cleveland, TN, in Charleston. My family struggled with what it represented. Less than two decades earlier, TVA appropriated the fertile farm of my grandfather that had stood for a century in Birchwood, TN. In addition, locals felt the approach, the accents - ALL of the elements witnessed were not accurate. Of course, Hollywood layered-in what they felt were proper expressions of "southerness." The deaf ears this fell on have remained so. Southerners hate pandering, and WILD RIVER harbors zero re-watchability for me.

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    1. It seemed to me that Elia Kazan had a condescending attitude toward the South and Southerners in both WILD RIVER and A FACE IN THE CROWD, this I suppose to be expected. Still yet, both are excellent movies. Thanks, Tommy, for your insight as to how real folks were impacted by the TVA project.

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  7. Dan Mercer checks in with further and far-flung film observations (Part One):


    Revivals and "Carnival of Souls"

    I would see a listing for a film revival and imagine that I must get there very early, to assure myself of a good seat when a massive crowd was sure to congregate for the showing. The film was "Carnival of Souls," somewhat removed from "Citizen Kane" in reputation but not bad on its own terms--sort of what a horror film made by Ingmar Bergman would look like--but there were scarcely a dozen people there. Evidently, the term "cult favorite" does not necessarily mean "popular."

    Louis Brooks in “Prix de Beaute”

    The iconic look of Brooks is there, but also the revelation that her range was broader than what she had displayed in "Pandora's Box," "Diary of a Lost Girl," or her Hollywood films to date, including "Beggars of Life." To read her later comments, you would think that she had no great regard for acting, at least for her own performances. In this film as well as in the other, however, she displays not only talent but an acute intelligence. What a loss it was for her to come back to America, only to find nothing waiting for her there.

    Barbara Payton

    There were those who knew Barbara Payton and remembered her for reasons other than those exploited in the tabloid press. No doubt the passage of time has burnished the memories they have of her. The way in which her bad decisions destroyed her career and life, however, are no less real. The difficulty in presenting her life is showing who she was as well as accounting for her mistakes. That problem was solved in John O'Dowd's books.

    Barbara Payton Interview

    She was trying to level with this columnist, and he was not unsympathetic to what she was saying. Her remarks were sensible and mature, especially when she referred to there being "just enough truth" in the stories the press had printed. It's just a pity that this last attempt at a comeback was along a dead-end road.

    Louise Brooks

    The Brooks face was like a flower, opening with the emotion she felt or what she was thinking. And as with a line from the song, we'd want to see that face in every kind of light.

    Eleanor Boardman

    I wonder whether her heart was still in acting, when the talkies came in. Her voice was good--deep and mellow--she handled herself well before the sound camera, but she stepped away not long into the transition. However, her performance in King Vidor's silent film, "The Crowd," was superb. It will make and remake her reputation for so long as it is shown.

    Gwili Andre

    Gwili Andre had a very European sort of beauty, with large, heavy lidded eyes set wide apart, high cheekbones, a long, delicately shaped nose, and a small, sensuous mouth. The geometric set of her features made her a natural for still photography and she modeled for such photographers as Edward Steichen and Cecil Beaton. However, when she appeared before the motion picture camera, some critics found her cold and aloof, as though her beauty was sculptural and not alive. I believe that they were mistaken and that the Pygmalion who would bring her to life, as though with kiss, was the audience itself, investing themselves in her personification of an ideal. Finding such an audience proved to be elusive, despite her striking appearance in the few films she made. However, the films remain available for reappraisal.

    Olga Baclanova

    What made Olga Baclanova such a striking presence was her statuesque beauty and highly stylized theatricality. A product of the Moscow Art Theater, she was used most effectively in silent films, where her intense physicality inhabited such roles as the fallen woman in Josef von Sternberg's "Docks of New York," and the sadistic duchess in "The Man Who Laughs," who was fascinated with physical deformity. In sound films, she was hindered by her heavy, Slavic accent, but, even more, by that same theatricality. Her performance as the manipulative trapeze artist in Tod Browning's "Freaks," however, was memorable for its sensuousness and lack of restraint.

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  8. Part Two from Dan Mercer:

    Orson Welles in “The Third Man”

    He entered the story very late, after much had been said about him. It was a wonderful introduction, yet not without risk. What if he disappointed after such a buildup? There was never a false step, however, not from when the camera panned up through the darkness from a curious cat to his suave smile, the speech about cuckoo clocks, to his desperate hands pressing against a manhole cover. His performance was the center of the picture, its essential gravity, and everything and everyone else was but a pretext towards its resolution.

    Vera Miles

    Vera Miles has rarely been recognized for the skilled actress that she was. There were opportunities, in "The Searchers," "The Wrong Man," and "Psycho," and she was excellent in all of them, playing very different characters and showing great range. The loss of the lead in "Vertigo," however, was crucial to her reputation. Her replacement, Kim Novak, was so good in what proved to be one of the greatest motion pictures ever made, that people forgot that Miles might have been better. The physical attractiveness and allure were there--one could imagine Scottie's first glimpse of that profile at Ernie's--but there was also a delicacy and nuance to her acting that would have revealed the layers of emotion and yearning concealed in Madeline and then again in Judy, that Novak touched upon as well, if more directly. One can also imagine what Hitchcock saw in her, with his mind's eye and hidden heart, when he wanted her for what would be his masterpiece.

    Louise Brooks in “Love ‘Em and Leave ‘Em”

    It was a great look for Brooks, the black shell and stockings and the white tutu and top hat complementing her black bob hair style, pale complexion, and no doubt, bright red lips. She was also the epitome of the Roaring Twenties: gay, graceful, and not bound to old customs and mores. It was characteristic of a time trying to find new ways of living after the horrors of a great world war. A free spirit like her tripped lightly toward pleasures preferable to what had preceded them.

    Conrad Veidt in “The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari”

    The aesthetic of death, in a body hollowed of life from which the staring eyes reach out for something not to be touched by the claw-like hands.

    Kay Francis

    No wistful girl was Kay Francis, but a woman filled with passion, lust, yearning, and even love, but suggesting in her performances someone intensely engaged with life. Lest this suggest a certain heaviness, however, she was very adept in light comedy, as in "Jewel Robbery" or "Trouble in Paradise," yet so affecting in "One Way Passage." Remarkably, these three films, which would have highlighted anyone's career, were bracketed in hers in a single year.

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  9. Dan Mercer remembers PATTON first-run:


    I was thrilled when "Patton" opened at the Goldman Theater in Philadelphia, as much for the prominently displayed "Dimension 150" in the advertisements as the subject matter. As to the latter, I was a little apprehensive for the play being made to the "M.A.S.H." crowd. I hadn't cared to see that one, as good as it was supposed to be, and wasn't sure about what to make of "Salute to a Rebel," the promotional tagline. As it turned out, what the movie had in mind was a "magnificent anachronism," as the Germans supposedly regarded him, a man whose immense ambition was shaped by thoughts of chivalry and single combat, and who imagined that he had stepped upon many battlefields across many eras. His was the type of showy personality which many despise, now as then, but which also won him the great loyalty of his men. The gaudy uniforms and ivory handled pistols provided a signature for his tactical brilliance on the battlefield, for which his truculence cost him precious opportunities to display. No doubt, he was a difficult man to deal with, though George C. Scott's immensely vital performance made him much more sympathetic that he likely was to have been in his own life. The ending of the film is especially poignant for its suggestion of how ill-placed he was, alive only in the midst of death, when other men would turn away from what he relished in war. As for Dimension 150, it was a glorious experience, with its vast depth and clarity on the Goldman's deeply curved screen, and provided a background as panoramic as the story projected upon it.

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