Showing posts with label Marlene Dietrich. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marlene Dietrich. Show all posts

Sunday, March 29, 2020

What to Watch When You're Quarantined Weeks One & Two

Hello LWM Fans!

Like many of you, I've been wondering what I can do during this time of social distancing to keep from turning into dull boy Jack Torrance. Working from home keeps me busy, but the weekends stretch out into eternity without people to order drinks from, or Grindr hook-ups to give me now passe STDs

So I thought, "Hey! Why don't I tell people what movies I've been watching and they can add (or not add) them to their pandemic movie viewing queue." "That's a great idea, Lance!" I said- cause I've started talking to myself.

So because I'm a little bit behind- I'm rolling Weeks One and Two of Lance's Werthwhile Coronavirus Movie Diary into one post.

Enjoy... in no particular order.

Parasite (2019)

It was the big spoiler for Best Picture at this year's Academy Awards, with jaws dropping everywhere for this first  foreign film Best Picture winner. I'm very fond of director Bong Joon Ho's Snowpiercer (2013) so I figured Parasite would give me all the Korean feels.

Nope.

This creepy mix of a "house with secrets" thriller and class warfare drama is fine. Ho is adept with visuals and the plot has plenty of twists- but Best Picture? Over Jo-Jo Rabbit (2019) or Once Upon a Time in Hollywood (2019)? Sorry. Don't get it. In a world where Fellini, Kurosawa, and Almodovar's foreign films were never even nominated for Best Picture, I don't see how this film pulled off this historical win.

Knives Out (2019)

This picture was not nominated for Best Picture at this year's Academy Awards- but it should have been. Not since the trailer for Wes Anderson's latest film has there been such a cast!

Headlined by Daniel Craig and Chris Evans with expert support from Jamie Lee Curtis, Michael Shannon, Toni Colette, Lakeith Stanfield, the always winning Christopher Plummer, and an un-earthed Don Johnson, the cast makes this by-the-book murder mystery an effervescent cocktail of duplicity and snide-ness. Between Craig's eyes and Evans' sweater-sheathed chest- I almost missed whodunnit.

Blonde Venus (1932)

Whenever I need a dirty elegance fix, I love to dig into my Dietrich/von Sternberg box set and relish in von Sternberg's sumptuous shadows and Dietrich's magnetic face. This time I re-watched their teaming in Blonde Venus. Dietrich is a club chanteuse shaking her money-maker to keep her radium-infused hubby (stalwart extraordinaire Herbert Marshall) alive and winds-up falling for playboy Cary Grant. I mean, who wouldn't? Dietrich drags her bonnie lad (cutie patootie Dickie Moore) from gin joint to gin joint until she does the motherly thing and returns her son to his father.

Released six months after Shanghai Express, Blonde Venus doesn't have the rich visual tapestry of that masterpiece. But watching Dietrich monkey around in the highly charged "Hot Voodoo" number is worth the price of admission.






Dark Waters (2019)

Todd Haynes is one of my favorite directors. The Velvet Goldmine (1998), Far From Heaven (2002), I'm Not There (2007), Carol (2015) are all exceptional films (not to mention his early art film Superstar- the Karen Carpenter Story told with Barbie dolls). So I was a little surprised how- well, quiet Dark Waters is. Mark Ruffalo plays an attorney who helps a cow farmer sue Dow chemical for killing all his cattle with their icky runoff. No spoiler alerts necessary- Dow did it- but will the little attorney who could make them pay for poisoning a whole nation?

Haynes is brilliant at steeping his movies in atmosphere- and Dark Waters is no exception with a sickly grey/green patina and dowdy Midwestern touches. But the tension of your typical investigative drama is not present here- leaving you wishing Victor Garber would twirl a mustache or Anne Hathaway would chew some scenery. What fascinated me most was the comparison of this film with early Haynes movie Safe (1995) where Julianne Moore's hypochondriac forces us to question the effects of our poisoned environment on our psyches.

Manhattan Murder Mystery (1993)

I've been working through the Woody Allen films I haven't seen before they're all outlawed and Netflix sent me this much-loved entry. Allen experiments with his own persona by making Diane Keaton the neurotic weirdo he usually plays. When their elderly neighbor dies of a heart attack, Keaton (with flimsy evidence at best) concludes that she was murdered and with the help of cozy pal Alan Alda decides to track down the evidence to bring the deceased's dastardly husband to justice.

Allen works hard to bring some reason to the proceedings (and keep his wife from diddling Alda) but in the end, the joke's on us, because the paranoid neurotic is right. Some good laughs, my beloved city of Manhattan, and Angelica Huston as a sexy authoress make MMM land somewhere in the middle of my Allen film ranking.

Faithless (1932)

Tallulah Bankhead was one of the great notorious figures of American culture. Her libertine hedonism shocked and titillated, resulting in a successful stage and radio career. While the great Tallu also graced the silver screen- her impact there was much less- well, impactful. Her gravel-filled voice and grand, theatrical gestures were overpowering on the screen, but there were a couple cinematic gems where you can see what made her a one-of-a-kind sensation.

Faithless features Bankhead as a spoiled heiress who has the Depression era lesson that "money isn't everything" bludgeoned into her well-coiffed head. The Pre-Code twist is daring, even for today- and hearing her intone, "Sausages! Sausages!! Sausages!!!" makes the creaky morality tale palatable.

So that's what I watched. What movies did you watch?


Tuesday, December 11, 2018

The Dietrich Effect

Dear LWM readers, I have a confession to make.

I've been cheating.

Yes, it's true. I have been cheating on my movie idol Joan Crawford with another movie idol. I've tried to keep my thoughts centered on Crawford's shoulders and eyebrows, but I have become obsessed with another set of eyebrows. And those pencil-thin works of art belong to none other than teutonic sex goddess, Marlene Dietrich.

Dietrich has always been one of my favorites. Her ability to draw focus by simply raising an eyebrow or blowing an erotic puff of smoke, her nonchalant accent both murdering and sensualizing her English dialogue, the distinctive angles of that camera-loving face- the Dietrich cinematic mystique is enthralling. I recently got the new box-set of her work with director Josef von Sternberg, and I've found my movie thoughts engrossed with the career of this tempestuous force of the silver screen.

The new box set contains Dietrich's earliest Hollywood product, and it's really interesting to watch how her acting style changed over time. In her first American film Morocco (1930) (The Blue Angel (1930) although shot first, wasn't released in America until after Morocco) Dietrich is still finding her way both in acting and with the English language. Legend has it that von Sternberg literally had her count moments and steps in between actions and dialogue. Her eye movements, her gestures, her dialogue- everything was planned out. Yet somehow her performance is electric with an intense freshness thanks to Dietrich's aggressively laissez faire screen presence and visible lust for that thing called movie stardom. Her musical numbers, in particular, flash and the famous tux kissing scene helped create the any-sexual persona that would dominate the rest of her career.

By the time Dietrich starred in her final film with von Sternberg, The Devil is a Woman (1935), her performance has gone from planned to crafted. She no longer has that bit of uncertainty counting beats. Every eyebrow motion and purse of the lips is part of the confetti-covered artwork that von Sternberg is making. It's beautiful to watch- but that spark of the unknown- the sexy danger of what Dietrich might do feels lost amongst the mantillas and masks. Von Sternberg's Galatea has become a statue again- an exquisite statue- but a statue nonetheless.

After Dietrich ended her artistic partnership with von Sternberg the debate heated up as to whether Dietrich needed von Sternberg, or von Sternberg needed Dietrich. The easy answer is Dietrich did just fine without von Sternberg. True she was probably never photographed as sumptuously as she was in Shanghai Express (1932) and The Scarlet Empress (1934), but from an acting perspective, her later works show a relaxed quality that von Sternberg's compulsively controlled direction didn't nurture. In Destry Rides Again (1939), A Foreign Affair(1948), Witness for the Prosecution (1957), Touch of Evil (1958), and Judgement at Nuremberg (1961), Dietrich proved she didn't need von Sternberg to create an indelible acting performance.

Even in slighter faire like Tay Garnett's Seven Sinners (1940), Dietrich is so devil-may-care as the Sadie Thompson-esque Bijou, she brings a wickedly romantic sparkle out of the normally frontier-y John Wayne. Dietrich was the essential secret ingredient no matter who directed her.

Now if only there were a movie with Dietrich and Crawford in it...


Friday, December 16, 2016

Ain't No Drama Like a Period Drama

To get us all into the Christmas spirit, Film Forum is showing a new 4K restoration of one of my all-time favorite movies, The Lion in Winter (1968). I love period dramas. They allow us to be transported back to a time where there were no xylophone ringtones, Kardashians, or Cheeto-colored despots- I mean there were despots- they just weren't orange.

So here are my picks for Top 5 Period Dramas:




The Scarlet Empress (1934)

Marlene Dietrich and Josef von Sternberg were a team made in cinematic heaven. No one understood how to shoot and light Dietrich in as affecting a way as Sternberg, and no actress could match Dietrich's screen presence to bring Sternberg's black and white fever dreams to stunning life. Their sixth film outing was the story of Russia's Catherine the Great with Dietrich playing the czarina from a young maid (pincurls and a wide-eyed gaze weren't enough to convince anyone that Dietrich was sixteen) up until she took the reigns of power.

This film is less about history and more about Sternberg's visual design. The Russian palace is a mindbending treasure trove of icons and Goya-esque statuary. As Catherine roams the halls in finery that would make PETA see red, she at first seems like an innocent lost in a twisted world where male power distorts everything it touches. But soon Catherine learns how her sex gives her a unique tool to get what she wants and usurps the plots of her wackadoo husband, Peter (played with lurid insanity by Sam Jaffe).

With the help of the tight-pantsed Count Alexei (John Lodge before he became a Republican Congressman) and an army full of men that she has seduced, Catherine saves herself and Mother Russia all while riding a horse in full military regalia. It puts any picture of Putin on a horse to shame.

The Private Lives of Elizabeth and Essex (1939)

Bette Davis was considered the Queen of the Warner Brothers lot, so it makes sense that she was cast as an actual queen in Michael Curtiz's historical epic about England's Queen Elizabeth I.  Since classic Hollywood plotlines usually had to include a romance, the script focused on Elizabeth's dalliance with the Earl of Essex (Errol Flynn proving yet again that he was one of the most entertaining stars of the time). The romance as depicted ran hot and cold with the passions at both extremes playing right into Davis' wheelhouse. It also didn't hurt that Davis and Flynn didn't really get along, so scoldings and slaps have an extra bite to them.

Davis carries herself regally, thrusting her hips as she walks in the voluminous gowns that Orry-Kelly strapped her into. Press releases at the time gabbed that the costumes were so heavy that Davis was losing a couple pounds a day. Behind the period garb, the red wigs, and partially shaved head (Davis complained her eyebrows never grew back right) Davis gives a royal performance with her bouts of bravura counterbalanced by moments of loss and realized duty. With fine support from Flynn, Olivia de Havilland, and Donald Crisp, this Elizabeth is an excellent example of Hollywood studio filmmaking during its Golden Age. And while historians might pull their hair out watching it, it's a good film for those of us who prefer Hollywood Queens to British ones.

The Lion in Winter (1968)

As mentioned at the top, Lion in Winter is one of my favorite movies. Based on the James Goldman play, Lion details a Christmas late in the reign of Richard II (Peter O'Toole) when the royal family converges on a castle in Chinon to connive, buttkiss, and doublecross each other in the hopes of gaining the throne once dear Richard kicks the bucket. The dialogue is sly and vicious ("What shall we hang? The holly or each other?") and is lifted almost word-for-word from Goldman's play. But what really makes this movie special, is the performances.

Kate Hepburn's performance as Eleanor of Aquitaine is my favorite in a career full of extraordinary work. Hepburn by this time had become an older woman, and in her eyes we see the acceptance of fading beauty, the fierce desire to fight it, and memories of triumphs long gone. Her monologue in the mirror is heartbreaking- but inspiring- proving that as long as you can still put on your crown, you can rule the world. She would win her 3rd Oscar that year- splitting the honor with Barbra Streisand for her star-making turn in Funny Girl.

O'Toole is wonderful as a scamp king who intends to keep everyone guessing until he wins, and the supporting cast of Nigel Terry, John Castle, Anthony Hopkins, and Timothy Dalton are fantastic. John Barry's haunting period soundtrack uses horns, drums, and voices to evoke the faded glory of the past.


Lion was a product of a new era in filmmaking where realism was preferred over giant furs and double-wide dresses. The sets and costumes are much truer to the period- with dirt, wear and tear, and function over form the order of the day. The castle looks like it was ancient when Richard moved in, and the dogs and peasants run around like they own the place. It was a style that would inspire future historical dramas by placing the focus on story and performance over romanticized costumes and sets.

Amadeus (1984)


If we are to believe Milos Forman's Oscar-winning film about the life of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Mozart was an asshole. But since the story is told from the perspective of Mozart rival, Antonio Salieri, historians should take it for granted that this tale might be a bit skewed.

The film opens on Salieri (Oscar-winner F. Murray Abraham) a decrepit old man whose suicide attempt has landed him in an insane asylum where he gives a lengthy confession to a priest about his frenemy-ship with Mozart (Oscar-nominee Tom Hulce).

Salieri's flashback paints the young musical genius as a l'enfant terrible- a cackling bacchanalian whose taste for wine  and women is only outdone by his talent for writing song. As Salieri watches his career become overshadowed by this squealing vulgarity, he devises a plot to rid himself of this blight on proper music.

Amadeus is great fun to watch. Forman lavishly presents a classical music god in a less-than-flattering- human light while at the same time maintaining his admiration for the man's work.

This irreverent takedown of an idol was met with critical praise and earned 8 Oscar awards. Perhaps less known (and less appreciated) is its influence on my laugh- which I suspect was inspired by my watching of this film at an impressionable age.

Dangerous Liaisons (1988)

Maybe I just have a thing for period pieces, but I also adore this revenge tale about the sexual intrigues of the 18th Century 1%.  The Marquise de Merteuil (Glenn Close) and the Vicomte de Valmont (the sensationally slimy John Malkovich) are bored so they decide to make a bet on whether Valmont can seduce the wife of one of the Marquise's ex-lovers.

Gauntlet and undies are thrown down as Valmont endeavors to win the favor of the upstanding Madame de Tourvel (luminous Michelle Pfeiffer) at his aunt's country home. But affairs of the heart rarely go as planned- even in an intricate game played by masters of seduction.

Liaisons is a fantastic script with wonderful twists and delicious, venom-filled dialogue that almost burns through the celluloid. All the actors are superb (Uma Thurman, Swoosie Kurtz, and Mildred Natwick among them)- with the exception of Keanu Reeves who while quite fetching in wig and tights has problems transferring his Ted voice to a French music teacher.

But the real heart of this film is Glenn Close. Close often plays frosty dames whose interiors are masked by a brittle, smiling facade. But her Marquise is an exquisite human clockwork whose heart was long ago disposed of because it got in the way of her survival. Her downfall is portrayed with devastated shock, and her final moments of the film are heartbreaking. She lost the Oscar that year to Jodie Foster in The Accused- and I still think Close should have won.

I am headed home for some good old fashioned Werth Family holiday hijinx, so there will be no post next week.

But in the meantime, from me to you- Happy Holidays!

Friday, December 2, 2016

That's Showbiz, Kid

Tuesday night my friend Dave took me to Lincoln Center to see the new documentary Best Worst Thing That Ever Could Have Happened... (2016). Directed by one of the stars of the original doomed Broadway cast, Best Worst chronicles the creation of the Stephen Sondheim/Harold Prince musical Merrily We Roll Along (1981) which famously closed after only 16 performances.

It's a really great documentary that parallels the story of Merrily with the lives and careers of a cast of Broadway hopefuls whose lives didn't exactly turn out the way they thought they would. It reminded me that life in the spotlight isn't always what it's cracked-up to be- and often the backstage story is as interesting as what gets shown on the big screen.

Here are my Top 5 Documentaries about people in the movie biz:

Marlene (1984)

Marlene Dietrich was one of the biggest stars of the Golden Age of Hollywood. Launched as Paramount's answer to Greta Garbo, Dietrich quickly became a star in her own right, lighting up silver screens (and bedrooms) from the early '30's until the late '50's with her unique brand of Teutonic beauty and glamour. But after her performance as German war widow Frau Bertholt in Judgement at Nuremberg (1961), Dietrich said goodbye to Hollywood and focused on her traveling one-woman show until a nasty spill off a stage in 1975 broke her thigh and her spirit. Dietrich would eventually seek the comfort of her Paris apartment- and in true Garbo fashion- wanted to be left alone.

In the early '80's Dietrich's Nuremberg co-star, Maximilian Schell coaxed Dietrich into participating in a documentary about her legendary life. Well, sort of. Dietrich agreed to be interviewed for the documentary- but not to be filmed. So Schell was left with a set of audio tapes and film clips of her old movies to construct a whole documentary. But he did it. Shot like an art film, Marlene uses Dietrich's voice and shadowed reconstructions to bring to life the great star at a time when she was no longer the glamorous Hollywood icon- but an angry recluse whose memories bounce from German to English and from reverence to venom at the tap of a cigarette.

It's a strange and sad portrait of stardom that would garner an Oscar nom for Best Documentary. Read Dietrich's daughter's biography Marlene Dietrich for more fascinating insight into this riveting Hollywood personality.





Divine Trash (1998)

John Waters has always been an out-loud and proud ambassador for his unique brand of cinematic kitsch/filth. His pencil-thin mustache is as recognizable as the trashy characters from his films. But there's more to this indie film idol than meets the eye. Steve Yeager's documentary Divine Trash wonderfully chronicles Waters' rise in the Baltimore suburbs along with his muse, Glenn Milstead- better known as drag artist Divine. The two began making films together in 1966 and their unique brand of raunchy comedy and equally perverse castmates took them from 8mm short films to nationwide cult hits.

But what is intriguing about this offscreen look at some of the most notorious movies ever made (the "singing butthole" guy from Pink Flamingos (1972) refused to be filmed in full lighting) is Waters' dedication to filmmaking.

From the very beginning he studied editing and shooting to create the "homemade" quality of his films. While his eyes twinkle about all the drugs they were on, actress Mink Stole recalls how important the script was- having to endure multiple re-takes until she got lines and blocking exactly right.

As loose and amateur as Waters' films feel, he was in fact using his camera and his actors to very specific effect. While it doesn't deal with his more mainstream successes like Hairspray (1988), Divine Trash gives us a window on the mind and revolutionary times of one of filmdom's most unique storytellers. And if you'd like to see a list of movies that John Waters likes, click here.

On Cukor (2000)

George Cukor was one of the greatest directors of the Studio Era. Not everyone thinks of Ol' George when naming iconic directors because he wasn't known for a striking visual style. What Cukor excelled at was smart properties and getting the best performances from his actors.

Twenty-one actors were nominated for Oscars in Cukor films and five of them took home the trophy. Cukor was labeled a woman's director because of his work crafting performances with actresses like Greta Garbo, Joan Crawford, and Kate Hepburn. But Cukor was also masterful with some of the best male actors in the business like Spencer Tracy, Cary Grant, and Jimmy Stewart.

Cukor's long history in Hollywood is covered in loving detail in the American Masters special On Cukor, and it's particularly fascinating because it delves into Cukor's homosexuality. Cukor was a classic example of a Hollywood mover and shaker whose sexuality was well-known, but never discussed publicly. The Tinsletown Closet allowed some artists to be gay, but never in situations where the public or press could find out.

For Cukor it meant hiding his sexuality at work, but Angela Landsbury who earned an Oscar nod in Cukor's Gaslight (1944) tells of Cukor's Sunday brunches at his home where he and his friends could let their hair down and be themselves. Oh if that pool could talk. On Cukor is a wonderful glimpse of Cukor's extraordinary body of work and his guarded private life.

Marilyn Monroe - The Final Days (2001)

Speaking of Cukor, Marilyn Monroe and Cukor paired-up on one of Hollywood's most famous unfinished films. Cukor directed Monroe in the My Favorite Wife (1940) re-make Something's Got to Give (1962). Their previous film together Let's Make Love (1960) was only successful in getting Monroe and her co-star Yves Montand's affair into the gossip rags. Monroe's next film The Misfits (1961), while fascinating, was a box office dud. So Monroe and 20th Century Fox hoped that Something and Cukor could re-establish her as the queen of the box office. She missed the throne... 

The Final Days details the making of Something with interviews with many of the people involved in the project and footage from the film- thought lost long ago. They reveal a woman who was fighting for her career while at the same time struggling with personal demons that would ultimately scotch the film- and later her life. It is a touching portrait of a woman the world has consistently tried to define- but always falls short of fully discovering.

The documentary ends with a reconstruction of forty-five minutes of Something so that we can take a peek into that remarkable world of "What if?" Monroe is luminous and funny- her Sixties look beguiling. It's hard to believe that the tragedy that would end her life was just two months away.

The Kid Stays in the Picture (2002)


Robert Evans was discovered by Norma Shearer because she thought he looked like her deceased producer husband, Irving Thalberg. Evans would go from playing a producer to being one. Producers and agents are often the catalysts to so much of what we see on the screen long before it ever makes it there. The deals, the dinners, the phonecalls- all the work that goes into a picture is usually hidden from public view. But The Kid Stays in the Picture is one of those movies that makes the audience feel like they are insiders in the Hollywood Game.

Evans started off as an actor, but quickly realized his charm and savvy could make more moolah as a producer. Evans landed at Paramount after nabbing the screenrights to The Detective (1968) for Frank Sinatra and for the next almost forty years he has been hustling to make some great movies. If his list of movies is impressive (The Godfather (1972), Chinatown (1974), and Marathon Man (1976)) his life as the quintessential Hollywood producer is the stuff of movie legend. 

The Kid is based on Evans' autobiography of the same name, so one gets the feeling that not all the bodies are exhumed (like his close friendship to Roman Polanski during his child rape case), but Evans' coke-fueled downfall is covered with enough candor to make us feel like Evans is shooting straight with us. His Rolodex is a collection of the biggest Hollywood stars of the '60's and '70's and this film allows us to flip through it... and watch Dustin Hoffman do his Robert Evans impersonation.

What are your favorites docs about Hollywood?