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Imbibing “Tea and Sympathy”, The 1956 Movie

Tom is a college boy who is not very virile, and because of the ridicule and suspicion he elicits, the college headmaster’s wife, Laura, is kind and helpful to him.  Laura herself could use some kindness, though, since she is married to a man who, though manly, resists her and is a repressed homosexual.  He is seemingly jealous of Tom—a heterosexual, by the way—who knows how to receive and appreciate Laura’s sympathetic care.

The agony associated with what the human heart demands and needs is what Tea and Sympathy (1956)—film by Vincent Minnelli, play and screenplay by Robert Anderson—is about.  Properly and knowingly, Minnelli put the play on the screen, and the top-notch cast from the Broadway production (Deborah Kerr, et al.) was used.  The result is a truly adult film, i.e. one for an adult sensibility, presented with appreciable power.  Kenneth Tynan rightly thought the play a good middlebrow work; no less so is the movie.

Tea and Sympathy (film)

Tea and Sympathy (film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Love Story, With Heroin: “The Panic in Needle Park”

The Panic in Needle Park (1971) doesn’t have a very memorable ending, but the movie in toto is penetrating. Filmed in New York City, it concerns a man and a woman, lovers, in the grip of heroin addiction. Helen, the woman (Kitty Winn), a transplant from Indiana, knows that what’s going down in her new surroundings, in the pathetic big city, is questionable and indeed bad. But she becomes a user like her boyfriend Bobby (Al Pacino), an extroverted, unemployed nonentity. The subjects of experimentation, compromise, drift, squalor—the film presents them all. And it isn’t dated. Helen’s encounters with medical workers because of her neediness and suffering are true and disturbing.

Scriptwriter Joan Didion didn’t have all that much to do since Needle Park is based on a novel by James Mills and she collaborated with her husband John Gregory Dunne. Jerry Schatzberg directed. Pacino is piercingly strong in his acting job, expert at exhibiting thought. Winn is shattering as an evidently complex character.

First, One, Then Another For “The Last Run”

The first half of The Last Run, from 1971, was directed by an interesting American film artist, John Huston, but Huston’s angry arguments with leading man George C. Scott drove the director to abandon the film. He was replaced by Richard Fleischer, a lesser talent. Run doesn’t pass muster. It’s a bland thriller—still worth seeing, nonetheless, for Huston’s early shots and scenes and Scott’s committed performance. Too, because of Sven Nykvist’s cinematography, it looks decidedly better than numerous other U.S. movies from decades past. Plus, Trish Van Devere is a lovely actress. I’m glad The Last Run wasn’t Huston’s last run.

Aiming At “The Stalking Moon”

Directed by Robert Mulligan, The Stalking Moon (1968) is a rough-hewn Western wherein a white woman (Eva Marie Saint) kidnapped long ago by the Apaches, and now rescued, struggles to keep the Indian father of her half-Indian son from taking the boy away.  Helping her in this effort is a retiring army man (Gregory Peck) voluntarily serving as her escort.  The likable action scenes hardly redeem this picture once it starts failing to make sense—perhaps the novel from which it is adapted is more illuminating—and since it too quickly and casually ends.  As it happens, Moon is one of the weakest Westerns of the past few decades.

 

Cover of "The Stalking Moon"

Cover of The Stalking Moon

 

“Smash-Up: The Story of a Woman”—Take It Away, Susan

The story told in Smash-Up: The Story of a Woman (1947) was invented by Dorothy Parker and Frank Cavett, but Parker did not write or co-write the script; John Howard Lawson did. All the same, Parker resembled the alcoholic wife and mother, Angie, depicted in the film; and it is doubtless as personal a fiction as Parker’s good story, “Big Blonde.”

Angie is a vulnerable ex-nightclub singer married to another performer, Ken (Lee Bowman). She starts drinking way too much, and losses pile up. It is, by now, a very conventional but perceptively written picture, which is even sympathetic to the unattached woman (Marsha Hunt) who secretly loves Ken. Apparently Miss Hunt was not very fond of Susan Hayward‘s attitude toward her co-workers (a pity), but as Angie, Hayward is a superlative thespian. There is no phoniness in those drunk scenes. . . Smash-Up, directed by Stuart Heisler, eventually turns pretty powerful. The positive ending is a bit easier to accept, though only a bit, than the finis of The Lost Weekend.

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