But I Don’t Remember Where or When

Although he didn’t live to see it, Philip K. Dick has become one of the strongest voices in science fiction movies and TV in the last 40 years. He’d been a prolific writer of novels and short stories starting in the 1950s, but by the 1970s he’d gone down a deep path of drug use, followed by a religious experience that occupied him until he passed away of a heart attack in 1982 at age 54. That year saw the release of the first movie adaptation of his work: Blade Runner, based on his story “Do Androids Dream of Electronic Sheep?” Many movie adaptations followed, including Total Recall, Imposter, Minority Report, Paycheck, A Scanner Darkly, and The Adjustment Bureau, while on TV we’ve had The Man in the High Castle plus the anthology Electric Dreams which adapted his short stories. He has 41 credits now listed on IMDb, but beyond that his style has impacted others. When I watched Reminiscence this past weekend, my first reaction was that it was the best Philip K. Dick story that Dick didn’t write.

The film is a classic Noir mystery blended effectively with science fiction, set in Miami after global warming has melted the polar icecaps flooding much of the city. Some live in the flooded areas on the top floors of buildings, while others have some protection from massive seawalls. What’s left of the dry ground was snatched up by the rich as the seas rose. After the major dislocations caused by the ocean rise, wars broke out followed by civil strife until they ended mostly out of exhaustion. With the excessive rise in temperatures, humans have become nocturnal to escape the oppressive heat during the day. And with the bleakness of the future, many have turned to living in the past.

Nick Bannister (Hugh Jackman) runs a “reminiscence” business in an old bank building with another former soldier from the wars, Emily “Watts” Sanders (Thandiwe Newton). The machine they use allows sedated people to relive memories while Nick and Emily watch a life-sized hologram of the memory. It could be Elsa Carine (Angela Sarafyan) reliving time with her former lover, or it could be working with the police or lawyers to unlock the truth in cases such as a lawsuit involving Walter Sylvan (Brett Cullen), a mega-wealthy real estate magnate.

Then Mae (Rebecca Ferguson) walks into Nick’s life, looking for help finding a missing key. While Nick locates the key, he’s taken with Mae and watches her memories longer, seeing her singing the Rogers and Hart 1930s standard “Where or When” in a bar, a song that has a special place in Nick’s life. He falls hard for her, and she seems to reciprocate. Then in a sharp shift the audience realizes we’ve been watching Nick’s own reminiscence. Mae has disappeared, and he’s obsessed with finding her. While doing a job for the DA, probing the memories of a suspect, he finds a memory of Mae from years earlier when she was in New Orleans, addicted to a designer drug. Nick pursues the memory and the mystery of Mae, running afoul of a corrupt New Orleans cop (Cliff Curtis) and other powerful people while taking lethal chances.

Mae fits the classic femme fatale of hard-boiled noir while remaining a mystery throughout the picture. Why did she take up with Nick? Why did she disappear? Is she a devil in disguise, a tarnished angel, or something in between? Writer/Director/Producer Lisa Joy tells the story with a sure hand, dolling out clues and slowly revealing Mae’s story to Nick, and through him to the audience. Joy had co-created (with Jonathan Nolan – Christopher’s brother and collaborator) the HBO sci-fi series “Westworld,” which also starred Newton, and had written for the idiosyncratic series “Pushing Daisies” along with the spy mystery “Burn Notice.” Reminiscence, though, is a quantum leap forward for her.

The casting is spot on, particularly with the leads. The haunted nature of Nick is emblazoned on every handsome crease of Jackman’s face, while Newton provides a Greek chorus of caution as Nick’s dragged deeper into Mae’s riddle. As Mae, Ferguson is like a magician, managing to keep us guessing until the final moment what the truth is in her story. The setting is the future, but the mystery echoes the work of James M. Cain, Dashiell Hammett, and Raymond Chandler, with Ferguson following in the noir footsteps of Barbara Stanwick, Joan Crawford, and Gene Tierney.

But in the end the best comparison is with Philip K. Dick, whose stories often incorporated noir elements while they focused on the plight of humans, with the futuristic touches to enhance a timeless story. The obsession of Decker in Blade Runner is a spiritual stepfather for Nick, though rather than have the constant rain in Ridley Scott’s film, the world has already been swamped. For the first movie that Joy has directed, she’s shown a remarkably sure hand, and I look forward to seeing what new worlds she’ll explore.

A Gilded Box

The pedigree of Nocturnal Animals made it a movie I wanted to see. Writer/Director Tom Ford had made his mark as a fashion designer and creative director for Gucci and Yves Saint Laurent before making the well-received movie A Single Man, for which Colin Firth received a Best Actor nomination. I hadn’t seen that film, but the trailer for Nocturnal Animals marketed it as film noir, a genre I truly love. It was reasonable to expect Ford would bring a wonderful sense of style to the film.

The cast, too, was a selling point. Amy Adams is one of the best actresses in film, and I’d just been mesmerized by her performance in Arrival. Likewise, Jake Gyllenhaal is excellent in anything he does. His performance in last year’s Nightcrawler was on par with De Niro’s Travis Bickle from Taxi Driver. Add to that a rich supporting cast that includes Isla Fisher, Michael Shannon, Aaron Taylor-Johnson, Arnie Hammer, Laura Linney, and Michael Sheen.

Let me say that Ford and the cast deliver what you would expect from them. But a key point for any film is the script, and that’s where Nocturnal Animals fails. Instead of being the kind of movie that you can chew on, it’s an empty box, gilded with gold and encrusted with jewels, but with nothing on the inside.

The problem is the source novel, “Tony and Susan” by Austin Wright. As one reviewer put it, Wright was “the epitome of the academic as novelist.” The book was published in 1993 and received great reviews, but its sales were spectacularly underwhelming. Wright tried a twist on thrillers to invest it with meaning and foreshadowing between the real world and the made-up world. He aimed for meaningful; he hit pretentious and vapid. Ford has embellished the externals of the story in the adaptation, but has kept the basic plot, and so has grafted the book’s weakness into the film.

Susan (Adams) has been married to Hutton Morrow (Hammer) for twenty years. Morrow is a successful businessman, though he’s going through a rough patch, while Susan runs a gallery and is active in the Los Angeles art scene. Out of the blue she receives an advance copy of the debut novel by her first husband, Edward (Gyllenhaal). Alone in her house for a long weekend, Susan reads the book, entitled “Nocturnal Animals.”

The majority of the movie is actually the adaptation of that interior novel. Tony Hastings (also Gyllenhaal) sets out with his family on an overnight drive through Texas. In the wee hours of the morning in the empty western part of the state, they’re set upon by three men in what begins with a game of chicken and escalates to the brutal murders of Hastings’ wife and daughter. Police detective Bobby Andes (Shannon) warns Tony that it may take years to find the trio, but that he’ll keep looking.

Ford blends in the backstory of Susan and Edward’s early relationship, and uses the camera to juxtapose Susan and Tony, but the conceit of the novel is the interior thriller is a veiled reference to the earlier marriage and how it ended. That’s set up throughout the film, but it’s never paid off. On top of that, it’s not that compelling of a mystery. It’s like Wright knew the ingredients for a hard-boiled crime thriller, but he didn’t know how to mix them or the proportions to use, and it definitely wound up undercooked. All the style that Ford brings to the story and the competence of the cast can’t overcome that fundamental weakness.

One other factor for a good noir movie is a strong melodic line for the theme music. You can’t think of Otto Preminger’s Laura without hearing the theme music, and Roman Polanski’s Chinatown was strongly supported by Jerry Goldsmith’s excellent score. Polish composer Abel Korzeniowski has crafted a score that fits the bill.

If only the film itself had been better.

Dusty Noir

The film noir movement of the 1940s and 1950s produced stories that were as dark and compelling as the chiaroscuro cinematography used to film them in glorious black and white. After the switch to almost exclusive color films in the 1960s, it took a while for the genre to regain its footing. Starting with Chinatown, noir was embraced more as a state of mind than a cinematography style. Even in the bright sunlight of Los Angeles, you could have black hearts, as the late Curtis Hanson showed with L.A. Confidential. Digital photography now allows films, such as Collateral and Nightcrawler, to look into deep shadows with clarity. Recently, though, two films written by the same screenwriter have taken noir to the dusty Southwest under its baking sun. Last year the excellent Sicario was released and garnered 3 Oscar nominations. Last month came the release of Hell or High Water.

Hell or High Water focuses on the Howard brothers as they go on a week-long bank robbery spree in West Texas. Toby Howard (Chris Pine) stands to lose the family farm to a reverse mortgage on Friday, following the death of his mother. He’s discovered the bank had knowledge about the property and stands to make a huge windfall from their small investment if he can’t pay off the debt. The thoughtful Toby recruits his brother Tanner (Ben Foster), a hellion who recently got out of prison, to help him raise the money by robbing branches of the bank holding the mortgage.

The thefts garner the attention of Texas Ranger Marcus Hamilton (Jeff Bridges), a crusty lawman who’s about to retire. He and his partner Alberto Parker (Gil Birmingham) take on the investigation. Marcus is dust-dry and unapologetically not politically correct, something that wears on the part-Comanche, part-Mexican Parker. But he’s also an experienced lawman with a feel for the case, and even as the brothers race between branches, Hamilton and Parker draw closer to them.

Ben Foster brings a wild, dangerous edge to the role of Tanner. He’s provided a mesmerizing presence in previous films like 3:10 to Yuma and Lone Survivor, and when he’s cast in a film it always ups the ante for the cast. On the opposite side, Jeff Bridges presents a perfect Texas demeanor with a drawl that sneaks out between lips that hardly separate when talking. (As I was once told by a Texan, it keeps the dust from blowing into your mouth.) But beneath the crustiness Bridges has an edge as sharp as Foster’s.

For Pine, this is a breakthrough role, moving him from film star to actor. It’s an interior, unflashy performance, but he vibrates with conviction. You see in him a good man who’s never had a break, finally pushed too far. But with that push, he also becomes even more dangerous than his brother. As Stephen Moffat put it, “Night will fall and drown the sun when a good man goes to war.”

Screenwriter Taylor Sheridan began as an actor, including two-year stints on both “Veronica Mars” and “Sons of Anarchy.” He has a wonderful eye and ear for the small nuances of character that sparkle on the screen. There’s one scene with the Rangers in a diner that epitomizes the West Texas attitude perfectly. For his next movie, Wind River starring Jeremy Renner and Elizabeth Olsen, Sheridan takes over the director’s chair in addition to writing the script. For Hell or High Water, the directing duties were filled by David Mackenzie. The journeyman English director makes a quantum leap with this film, beautifully capturing the wide-open barren landscape and the depressed small towns. He’s ably assisted by cinematographer Giles Nuttgens, starting with a 360 degree opening shot leading to the first robbery.

The film captures the hard-boiled feel of the books of Jim Thompson. Born in Oklahoma, several of his novels such as “The Getaway” were set in the southwest. Later in life Thompson worked in Hollywood, with his best collaborations coming at the start on two Stanley Kubick films, The Killing and Paths of Glory. Both adaptations of The Getaway graphed on a happy ending that wasn’t in the book. Two of his books (“Pop. 1280” and “A Hell of a Woman”) were adapted as well-received French films: Serie Noire (1979) and Coup de torchon (1981). But the most faithful English-language adaptations of his books were 1990’s The Grifters and 2010’s The Killer Inside Me. Thompson would have recognized the Howard brothers as old friends.

The film hasn’t done a huge box office which is a shame, though it was made on a lean budget so it’s made a profit. If you like crime dramas that are well-done and the film’s still playing in your neighborhood make sure you check it out.

 

The 10 Best Mystery Movies of the 1970s

While the classic detective was pretty much absent from movie screens during the 1960’s, he made a major comeback in the 1970s.  “He” was the operative word; V.I. Warshawski and Kinsey Millhone had yet to break into the “boy’s only” world of detective novels, and movies have lagged behind on that score.  Here are my choices for the best mystery movies of the 1970s, in no particular order:

Chinatown (1974)

The hard-boiled 1930s private detective roared back into the movies in Roman Polanski’s stylish take on film noir.  Jake Gittes (Jack Nicholson) pokes his nose into a murder and almost gets it cut off, even as he falls for the victim’s widow (Faye Dunaway).  With a script by Robert Towne and haunting theme music by Jerry Goldsmith, the film was nominated for 11 Oscars, though only Towne won.

The Last Of Sheila (1973)

A year after losing his wife Sheila to a hit and run driver, Clinton Green (James Coburn) invites a group of friends (Richard Benjamin, Dyan Cannon, Ian McShane, James Mason, Joan Hacket and Raquel Welch) onto his yacht for a scavenger hunt-style mystery game that soon turns deadly.  The script was written by the unlikely pair of Anthony Perkins and Stephen Sondheim and was directed by Herbert Ross (The Goodbye Girl, Footloose, Steel Magnolias).

The Conversation (1974)

In between doing the first two Godfather pictures, Francis Ford Coppola wrote and directed this classic.  Gene Hackman plays Harry Caul, a surveillance expert who can bug any conversation and record it.  In the course of an assignment, he begins to suspect the couple he’s watching has been targeted for murder.  It’s an exercise in paranoia, but as the phrase says, “Just because you’re paranoid, it doesn’t mean everyone isn’t out to get you.”

Dirty Harry (1971)

San Francisco Homicide Inspector Harry Callahan became a pop culture icon the first time he asked a punk if he felt lucky.  Don Siegel’s tight procedural movie, loosely based on the still-unsolved Zodiac killer case, has Harry not only trying to stop a killer but having to battle with the Mayor, the Police Chief, and the D.A. who want to rein him in.  All the exterior filming was done on location, with the exception of the bank robbery sequence.

Murder on the Orient Express (1974)

Agatha Christie got the all-star treatment in Sidney Lumet’s version of this Hercule Poirot mystery.  A man is discovered murdered on the snowbound train of the title and Poirot is called upon to investigate.  Albert Finney was the best Poirot on film (though David Suchet owns the role on television), and the movie won Ingrid Bergman the last of her three Oscars.  It also launched a series of Christie adaptations in the 70’s and 80’s, but Murder on the Orient Express was the first and the best.

Frenzy (1972)

For the first time in decades, Alfred Hitchcock returned to England to film this movie, and he recovered some of his 1930’s mojo.  London is terrorized by a serial killer who strangles women with neckties.  Suspicion falls on Richard Blaney (Jon Finch) when his estranged wife becomes one of the victims.  As the noose closes around Blaney, Chief Inspector Oxford (Alec McGowan) begins to doubt they’re chasing the right man.  While it’s not in the same class as his movies in the 1950s (North By Northwest, Dial M for Murder, Vertigo), this film was the last flicker of brilliance from a director whose name has come to define mystery and suspense on film.

The Late Show (1977)

Robert Benton (Kramer vs. Kramer, Places in the Heart) wrote and directed this private eye movie that teamed Art Carney and Lilly Tomlin.  Carney plays a semi-retired P.I. who, with the help of a quirky client (Tomlin), investigates the murder of his partner.  Benton manages to blend in comedy while keeping the tension and mystery high.  Tomlin was nominated for an Oscar for her role, and the film won an Edgar award as the best film mystery of the year.

The French Connection (1972)

William Friedkin’s gritty police procedural, based on an actual NYPD case, won 5 Oscars, including Best Picture, Best Actor, and Best Director.  It also featured one of the best car chases on film, rivaling Bullitt.  Gene Hackman and Roy Scheider play cops who stumble onto a major heroin smuggler.  The cops who were actually involved in the case, Eddie Egan and Sonny Grasso, appeared in the movie and then made the move from New York to Hollywood.  Egan stayed on the acting side, playing cops in films and on TV series, while Grasso became a producer of TV movies and series, usually with a crime theme.

Night Moves (1975)

This is the third Gene Hackman movie on this list.  He reunites with his director from Bonnie and Clyde, Arthur Penn, to play Harry Moseby, a former football player turned private detective who’s hired by an aging Hollywood actress to find her runaway granddaughter (Melanie Griffith in her first movie role).  Unusual for a movie, Harry is oblivious to a deeper mystery swirling around him until near the end of the film, and doesn’t realize the person who’s behind it all until a final, shattering reveal in almost the last shot.

Farewell My Lovely (1975)

It’s rare when the remake of a classic can match the original.  Raymond Chandler’s Philip Marlowe novel was filmed as Murder My Sweet in 1944, with Dick Powell as the iconic detective.  (This was two years before Humphrey Bogart played the role in The Big Sleep.)  The 1975 version had Robert Mitchum as Marlowe, following a missing person case into a web of lies, blackmail and murder.  The movie actually stays truer to the source by including the seamier parts of Chandler’s story that couldn’t make it past the Production Code in 1944.  Strangely enough, there is a third, earlier version of the story; the plot was used in the 1942 B picture The Falcon Takes Over starring George Sanders.

Gangster Noir

In the 1930s, Warner Brothers made a name for itself with its gangster pictures, and the star who was identified most closely with them was James Cagney.  Cagney started strong with the first of the genre, The Public Enemy, which the fourth movie he made.  His tough guy reputation was cemented with Angels With Dirty Faces and The Roaring Twenties.  He broke the stereotype with Yankee Doodle Dandy, showcasing his talent as a dancer (his first entertainment job was as a female dancer in a chorus line!) and he was adept at comedy, as showcased in his final film before his retirement in the 1960s, One Two Three.

Humphrey Bogart’s High Sierra in 1941 is usually counted as the end of the classic WB gangster pictures.  After World War II, film noir became the crime genre with its dark twists and motivations.  But there was one last classic of the genre to be made, one that blended in elements of noir into the old style.  It would fall to Cagney to put an end to the type of picture that had made him a star.

1949’s White Heat was suggested by a story by Virginia Kellogg, with a screenplay by the team of Ivan Goff and Ben Roberts.  The movie was nominated for a Best Screenplay Oscar as well as for an Edgar award.  Later on Goff and Roberts wrote Captain Horatio Hornblower and Band of Angels, as well as another Cagney vehicle, the Lon Chaney biopic, Man of a Thousand Faces.  In the 1960s they moved over to television where they had their longest lasting success as the creators of Charlie’s Angels.

Cagney plays Cody Jarrett, a ruthless gang leader.  The ruthlessness is demonstrated right from the movie’s opening sequence, the robbery of a Treasury bond shipment from a train.  The robbery is successful, but one of the gang uses Jarrett’s name in front of the engineer and fireman.  Jarrett calmly kills both men.  There are seeds in the film of later psychopaths, leading up to characters such as Norman Bates and Hannibal Lecter.  One famous sequence takes place about two-thirds of the way through the movie.  Jarrett has escaped from an Illinois prison, where he confessed to a minor crime as an alibi for the train job.  While in prison, Jarrett’s second-in-command “Big Ed” Somers (Steve Cochran) arranges for a hit on him.  Another prisoner tries to crush him using a crane, but misses.  When Jarrett escapes, he takes his would-be killer with him, hiding the man in the trunk of a car.  When the escapees change cars, Jarrett walks up to the trunk, pleasantly asks the man how he’s doing in there, then empties a revolver into the trunk.  The smiling killer, played by a major actor, hadn’t been seen before on the screen.  There was Richard Widmark in Kiss of Death two years earlier, laughing while he pushes an old lady in a wheelchair down a flight of stairs, but that was Widmark’s first appearance on the screen.  (It was a career-making role for Widmark.)  To have Cagney behave that way was a shock for the audience.

Virginia Mayo and James Cagney

Hollywood had a bit of a love affair with Freud, even as psychology was moving on to Jung and then to drug therapies.  As Norman Bates would say eleven years later, “A boy’s best friend is his mother.”  In White Heat, we see Ma Jarrett, played by a steely-eyed Margaret Wycherly.  She serves as his surrogate when Jarrett isn’t around.  The federal agent leading the search for the robbers explains that Jarrett would fake excruciating headaches when he was a child to get his mother’s attention, but now he gets them for real.  When Ma Jarrett is killed, while Jarrett is in prison, it sends him over the edge (at least in a Hollywood way).  The psychology portrayed in the film is rudimentary, but at least it’s there.  Wycherly was an English actress who was 67 when White Heat was filmed.  She appeared in her first film in 1915, and had played a famous mother before, to Gary Cooper in Sergeant York.  Some other movies where she had supporting roles were Forever Amber, Random Harvest, and The Yearling.  She passed away in 1956.

Jarrett also has a wife, Verna (Virginia Mayo), who’s unhappy to be subservient to Ma Jarrett.  She ends up siding with Somers in his power grab, and shoots Ma Jarrett in the back herself.  Verna later demonstrates her femme fatale wiles when Jarrett catches up with her and Somers.  She switches back to Jarrett, telling him it was Somers who shot Ma in the back.  Jarrett returns the favor to Somers.  At the end of the movie Verna tries to betray Jarrett to the cops in order to avoid prison, but happily they reject the offer.

Virginia Mayo was from a well-established family in St. Louis.  Her great great great grandfather fought in the Revolutionary War and later founded the city of East St. Louis, IL.  She started her acting career as a member of the St. Louis Municipal Opera, then moved on to Broadway.  Samuel Goldwyn brought her to Hollywood and she was soon a rising star, appearing as Dana Andrews’ less-than-faithful wife in The Best Years of our Lives and opposite Danny Kaye in The Secret Life of Walter Mitty.  She got rave reviews for her performance as Verna.  Her career waned in the late 1950’s and most of her later work was on television, including a twelve show arc on the soap “Santa Barbara.”  She passed away in 2005 at age 84.

Steve Cochran, the duplicitous Somers, had played with Mayo several times before, including The Best Years of our Lives where she cheats on Andrews with him.  Cochran was a second-tier Errol Flynn hellraiser, known for playing rough characters on the screen and for his hard-living off-screen.  He was in his prime in White Heat, but he was never able to break out as a star in his own right.  His death sixteen years later was as colorful as his life.  He hired an all-girl “crew” to sail with him to Mexico and Central America (including at least one underage girl).  They encountered bad weather, and during the gale the already sick Cochran died of a lung infection.  It was a week before the authorities found the ship and rescued the women.

Edmond O’Brien and Cagney

In White Heat, the main good guy doesn’t appear until a third of the way through the movie.  Edmond O’Brien plays Hank Fallon, an undercover federal agent who uses the cover name Vic Pardo.  Fallon is placed in the same prison cell as Jarrett in the hopes of getting evidence on the gangster as well as discovering the fence Jarrett works with, who has made the treasury notes from the train robbery disappear.  (The fence is played by the wonderful character actor Fred Clark, who’s known more for his comedy turns but is quite effective in the role.)  When the other convict tries to squash Jarrett, Fallon saves him, giving him an entrée into Jarrett’s circle of friends.  Fallon works with the leader of the Feds, Philip Evans (John Archer), to arrange an escape so they can follow Jarrett to the fence, but the death of Jarrett’s mother ruins the plan.  Instead Jarrett works out his own breakout and takes Fallon along with him.

O’Brien was a well-respected character actor in the 40s, 50s and 60s, and won a best supporting actor Oscar for his role in 1955’s The Barefoot Contessa.  Mystery fans loved him as the man trying to solve his own murder in the classic D.O.A. that came out the year after White Heat.  In the 1960’s he appeared in two excellent Westerns, The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance and The Wild Bunch, along with the political thriller Seven Days In May.  He remained busy, mostly on television, into the mid-70’s, though his last film was John Frankenheimer’s unsuccessful blend of crime and comedy, 99 and 44/100% Dead in 1975.  He died of Alzheimer’s Disease in 1985, at age 69.

White Heat ends as it opens, with a robbery scene set piece.  This time Jarrett’s gang attempts a payroll heist at a chemical plant, using a tanker truck as a Trojan horse to get past the gate.  Fallon leaves a message for Evans in a gas station restroom warning of the crime, though he doesn’t know which plant will be hit.  He constructs a transponder from a radio belonging to Verna and sets it to the same frequency that was to be used during the prison break to track the escapees.  To the modern eye, the technology is quaint.  The transponder is the size of a loaf of bread, utilizing vacuum tubes, and is only good for a couple of miles.  Contrast that with the postage-stamp radio in Skyfall.  But in 1949 it was cutting edge.  Evans gets the message about the robbery just in time and uses monitoring cars to track the truck to the targeted plant.  For the audience, it was a fascinating and thrilling use of technology.

The driver of the truck is an ex-con who had been arrested earlier by Fallon and who almost blows his cover in the prison.  He recognizes Fallon in the middle of the heist, but Fallon manages to escape and joins up with Evans and the police, who are just outside, surrounding the gang.  In the fight that ensues, all the gang members are killed except for Jarrett, who takes refuge on the top of a large gas storage tank.  Fallon uses a sniper rifle to mortally wound Jarrett, but Jarrett stays on his feet.  In one of the most memorable endings of a movie, Jarrett manically talks to his mother, telling her he finally made it – “Top of the world, Ma!” – before firing his gun into the tank, causing it to explode.

A great deal of credit for the movie’s success goes to legendary director Raoul Walsh, who keeps the story racing forward.  He started in film in 1913, working both behind and in front of the camera.  His acting career ended after 1928 because of a freak accident (a jackrabbit hitting the windshield of his car) that cost him an eye.  Walsh had directed Douglas Fairbanks Jr. in Thief of Bagdad and Gloria Swanson in Sadie Thompson, and he introduced John Wayne to audiences in 1930’s The Big Trail.  He made movies in all genres, though he’s responsible for the classic gangster pictures The Roaring Twenties and High Sierra.  In the 1950s he adapted Norman Mailer’s unsentimental WWII novel, The Naked and the Dead.  He retired from directing in 1964, with 139 films to his credit.

The movie also boasts a score by one of the Hollywood greats, Max Steiner, who wrote the themes for Gone With The Wind, Cassablanca, and Now, Voyager.  He won 3 Oscars in his career, out of 24 nominations.

There is one major goof in the movie.  During the opening train-robbing sequence, Jarrett jumps from the top of a tunnel when the train comes through in order to board the train.  When the stuntman does the gag, you can see the mat that he’s jumping onto come up into view.

While crime stories and film noir continued on in the 1950s, the gangster picture went out of style.  It showed up only rarely in the 1960s, such as with John Boorman’s Point Blank in 1968 (which was later remade – poorly – by Mel Gibson as Payback).  That all changed in the 1970’s, first with Coppola’s Godfather and Godfather II.  Then Martin Scorsese came along and claimed the genre with Mean Streets, followed by Goodfellas and Casino.  Eventually the rap industry turned “gangster” into a sub-culture of society.  Watching Cagney in White Heat, though, could show self-styled gangsters of today a thing or two about the classic gangster style.

A Drive in the Dark

Drive is the spiritual grandchild of film noir movies such as Dead Reckoning, Out of the Past, and Detour.  You have the classic situation of the alienated protagonist who provides the viewpoint for the audience.  Only three or four scenes in Drive aren’t viewed through his eyes.  The alienation is highlighted by his having no name.  In the credits, he’s simply known as Driver.

If classic noir is this movie’s grandfather, its father is Michael Mann and his cool neon eye.  In his first feature, Thief, and on through Heat and Collateral, Mann has created stylish crime films, looking into the shadows that were left dark in the older movies.  But Drive also evidences the European branch of the family – films like Pusher and the Red Riding trilogy, with a high level of violence that explodes without warning.

To see the trailer for Drive, click here

Drive opens with Driver (Ryan Gosling) working his magic for two thieves after a heist.  “You have me for five minutes,” he tells them, as he does all his crime clients.  He’ll wait outside for that time, but if you’re not in the car before time’s up, you’re on your own.  “I don’t carry a gun, I don’t want in on the plans; I just drive.”  When the police respond to the break in, Driver plays cat-and-mouse with the responding units and a police helicopter before getting the thieves to the perfect cover for their escape.  The scene is an intense blend of adrenalin and tension.

Driver works as a mechanic in the San Fernando Valley garage owned by Shannon (Bryan Cranston), who also manages him as a part-time stunt driver for the movies.  Even though he’s exploiting Driver’s talents, which he cheerfully admits, he is the closest friend Driver has.  Shannon sees with Driver’s ability they could clean up on the stock car circuit, then make the jump to NASCAR.  For financing he turns to Bernie Rose (Albert Brooks), a former movie producer who changed into producing crime, partnered with wise guy Nino (Ron Perlman).

Driver’s recently moved to an older apartment building in the Echo Park area of Los Angeles.  There he observes Irene (Carey Mulligan) and her son, Benicio (Kaden Leos), who’s apartment is down the hall from his.  It’s only when Irene’s car breaks down that he makes contact.  Driver is drawn into their family, slipping into a fatherly role with Benicio and a close but chaste relationship with Irene.

Benicio’s father Standard (Oscar Isaac) returns after being released from prison and Driver separates himself from Irene.  But Standard has brought trouble with him, a debt he must pay by carrying out a heist.  When the thug squeezing Standard threatens to harm Irene and Benicio, Driver steps in.  He offers to help with the heist on the condition that Standard’s debt is wiped clean and no harm will come to Irene and Benicio.  The heist goes horribly wrong, and Driver finds himself targeted for death.

Gosling is mesmerizing in his surface restraint that hides the rage underneath, like a young Marlon Brando.  There’s an element of the knight errant in Driver, with his willingness to fight for honor even when it’s not his own.  With Crazy, Stupid Love released a few months ago and the upcoming George Clooney political drama The Ides of March, Gosling has hit a trifecta this year.

An archetype of the noir genre is the femme fatale.  In Drive you have two versions.  Christina Hendricks (Mad Men) plays the standard version as Blanche, a gorgeous woman recruited to help Standard pull off the heist, though she knows more than she lets on.  The role of Irene is the polar opposite, a vision of light and innocence in a dark, corrupt world.  Yet that purity can be just as lethal.  Carey Mulligan inhabits the role beautifully.  You easily understand why Driver would risk everything to save her.

Bryan Cranston has also had a busy year.  He was criminally underused in the one-dimensional role of Julia Roberts’ husband in Larry Crowne, but recovered to lend gravitas to the role of the head of Homeland Security in Contagion.  His role here as Shannon is a small jewel: the physically-scarred small time hustler dreaming of finally making it big, riding along with Driver.

Nico is the unpolished mobster, and Ron Perlman provides that physicality with interest.  In the role of Bernie, Albert Brooks is a revelation.  Those who think of him as the sweating newsman in Broadcast News or the white-collar criminal in Out of Sight will be stunned by the cobra-like menace he brings to his role.  Bernie shows what it means to shake hands with the Devil.

The movie was directed by Danish filmmaker Nicolas Winding Refn, whose films like the Pusher trilogy have usually been set in Copenhagen.  He makes the move to Los Angeles seamlessly, capturing the city beautifully both by day and by night.  In the past, Refn has written his movies as well, but here the screenplay is done by Hossein Amini, who had previously done The Wings of the Dove and the 2002 redo of the ‘30’s classic The Four Feathers.

In a movie featuring a character who is a stunt driver, you would expect the car chases to be top notch.  Drive doesn’t disappoint.  They are some of the best driving sequences since Ronin and the Bourne trilogy.

I don’t recommend Drive for the faint of heart.  I’ve used versions of “violent” several times in this review on purpose.  But if you are a fan of crime fiction and noir, you need to see this movie.