Thornton Wilder, along with Frank Craven and Harry Chandlee, worked on the script for Our Town (1940), deriving from Wilder’s classic play, and made sure it did not get sentimental. It concerns, of course, the inhabitants of a small New Hampshire town in the early 1910s and receives savvy direction by Sam Wood. But this film which is convinced of the cosmic significance of everyday acts and experiences has none of the richness, the sensuousness, we expect from fictional movies. This is because it is talky and solemn and of limited scope. The characters are enjoyable, though, so the film is watchable.

Not one of my favorites from Forties Hollywood.

The 1975 Mike Nichols film, The Fortune, written by Adrien Joyce, is a 1970s screwball comedy set in the 1920s. It is a comedy of moral decline—that of two lawbreaking nerds—and not only is it not very funny, it finally turns tasteless as it concentrates on attempted murder.

Warren Beatty is unconvincing as an unscrupulous fool (the Clyde Barrow character was clever), but Jack Nicholson, with Bozo the Clown hair, is typically effective. The prize here is Stockard Channing, a pretty woman with a good voice and a beautiful smile. She plays a simple semi-floozy, an overgrown child inching into womanhood, giving a terrifically just-right performance. Alas, Nichols’s movie is far from Channing’s artistic equal.

I praised on this site Russell Banks’s novel Affliction, and I wish to praise Paul Schrader‘s film adaptation of it as well. Nick Nolte fits well the role of Wade Whitehouse, the tormented working-class man, and even though he rants a lot, such passion is generally appropriate. The film is photographed (by Paul Sarossy) and designed the way a picture about small town life in New Hampshire should be, notwithstanding the essence of this life simply cannot be captured as well, as deeply, as it can be by Banks’s words. The sequence wherein Wade follows in a vehicle Jack Hewitt (Jim True) is nicely done, as are the shots of Wade going ballistic over a lengthy toothache.

Sissy Spacek (as Wade’s girlfriend) is fine with tragic material, and Holmes Osborne is lively and resourceful as Gordon LaRiviere, Wade’s harassed and sometimes charming employer. This 1997 picture is very dark, too dark, but it is pretty faithful to the book. And it’s a film for adults—a profound one, if less profound than its source. The novel ought to be read, the movie seen.

At last I have seen a TV news-magazine story even worse than the documentary, Wal-Mart: The High Cost of Low Price. It is the 60 Minutes piece, “A Fair Shot” (4/4/21), a race-related survey of COVID-19 vaccinations in Florida which is immediately suspect. Initially it furrows the brow, it rings false, and then—well—it apparently gets stupid. Read the article, “60 Minutes’ Dishonest Desantis Hit Job” on nationalreview.com, and there are other Internet articles on the subject one can read as well. (Yes, Republican governor Ron DeSantis is the target.)

Tom Perrotta‘s “The Smile on Happy Chang’s Face” is surely one of the best short stories about baseball, specifically Little League, ever written.

Twelve-year-old Lori Chang is an ace pitcher for the Town Pizza Ravens. Happy Chang, Lori’s quiet, sullen Chinese-American father, always attends her games, including one the Ravens play against rival team the Wildcats. The coach for the Wildcats, disagreeable Carl, orders his pitcher son to hurl a dangerous pitch to Lori when she is batting, and after Lori is hurt by the pitch, Happy runs out to the field and pummels Carl until the police arrest him. Unexpectedly, Happy’s behavior leaves a smile on his face.

The story deals not only with baseball but also foul aggression. We learn that Jack, an umpire for the game as well as the tale’s narrator, envies Lori’s father after the attack on Carl. This is because of the smile—Happy’s smile over his just-deserts violence. From Jack, however, just-deserts violence does not come. The disappointed father of a probably homosexual son, Jack once hit the boy and broke his nose in an accelerating conflict, thereby driving Jack’s wife to file for divorce.

At the baseball diamond, Jack does something (which I shan’t reveal) meant to show his ex-wife and children that he possesses “the courage to admit that he’d failed.” Unforgiven, Jack is a man ever “trying to explain.” Perrotta points out he is unhappy. Not like Happy Chang when he was wearing that smile.