Scenes I Love: James Stewart Explains The Four Ways To Defend Murder In Anatomy of a Murder


Today’s scene that I love comes from one of my favorite movies, 1959’s Anatomy of a Murder.

In this scene, an attorney played by James Stewart explains to his client (played by Ben Gazzara) that there are four ways that he can defend a murder charge.  The contrast between Stewart’s classic style of acting and Gazzara’s intense method style makes for an intense scene between two very talented and unique performers.

4 Shots From 4 Films: Special Pop Art Edition


4 Shots from 4 Films is just what it says it is, 4 shots from 4 of our favorite films. As opposed to the reviews and recaps that we usually post, 4 Shots from 4 Films lets the visuals do the talking!

Today, we celebrate cinematic pop art.

4 Shot From 4 Films

The Creation of the Humanoids (1962, dir by Wesley Barry)

Award Presentation to Andy Warhol (1964, dir by Jonas Mekas)

Vinyl (1965, dir by Andy Warhol)

Basquiat (1996, dir by Julian Schnabel)

 

Music Video of the Day: I’m With You by Avril Lavigne (2002, dir by Dave LaChapelle)


I’ve often felt like Avril Lavigne in this video, searching and kicking open doors while my band plays in the background.  Actually, I don’t have a band but, if I did, they would be standing on a street corner playing.  Their name would be the Bowmanaires, by the way.

This is a video that I obsessed on when I was much younger.

Enjoy!

Film Review: They Were Expendable (dir. by John Ford)


“Our job is to lay down that sacrifice. That’s what we were trained for, and that’s what we’ll do.” — Admiral Blackwell

For a movie full of fast boats and urgent orders, They Were Expendable (1945) leaves a surprisingly quiet impression. The battles are exciting, but they are not what gives John Ford’s film its staying power. What lingers is the exhaustion between them, the effort to maintain ordinary manners, and the uncomfortable knowledge that capable people can do their jobs well and still lose ground. Ford makes room for all of that without draining the movie of energy. Instead, he turns a wartime adventure into something more personal: a story about people trying to hold themselves together as their circumstances steadily come apart.

The setting is the Philippines during the early months of America’s involvement in World War II. Lieutenant John “Brick” Brickley, played by Robert Montgomery, commands a patrol torpedo boat squadron whose usefulness has yet to be fully appreciated. His subordinate, Lieutenant “Rusty” Ryan, played by John Wayne, would prefer an assignment with better prospects. Their disagreement gives the opening stretch an easy dramatic hook. Brickley believes in the work already in front of them, while Ryan wants a chance to prove himself elsewhere. Once the fighting begins, those ambitions become tangled with more immediate questions of survival.

Montgomery gives the film a remarkably steady center. Brickley is authoritative without constantly announcing his authority, and Montgomery makes listening seem as important as giving orders. His calm never suggests that he knows everything will turn out fine. It feels like something he maintains because the men around him need it. As the situation worsens, small changes in his manner carry increasing weight. He has to absorb disappointment and then decide how to communicate it. That makes his leadership feel practical and human rather than an idealized quality the screenplay simply assigns him.

Wayne supplies the friction that keeps that steadiness from becoming monotonous. Ryan is impatient, proud, and eager to be somewhere his abilities will count. His frustration is understandable, but Ford does not automatically endorse it. Part of the pleasure is watching Wayne’s forceful screen presence meet circumstances that refuse to yield. Ryan cannot solve every problem by being tougher or more determined. The role gives Wayne room to suggest uncertainty beneath his confidence, especially when action gives way to waiting. He remains recognizably Wayne, but the movie makes that familiar strength look less secure.

Ford’s wartime experience provides an important context for this view of military life. A Navy officer who headed the Field Photographic Branch of the Office of Strategic Services, or OSS, he had also personally filmed combat at Midway while his position came under fire. He knew warfare as something witnessed through a camera under dangerous, uncontrollable conditions. That does not make every choice in They Were Expendable a direct reflection of his service, but it helps explain the film’s attention to exposure, confusion, and the disciplined behavior required to function when events stop making reassuring sense.

You can see that awareness in how Ford and cinematographer Joseph H. August place people within their surroundings. The boats, shorelines, open water, and crews remain important parts of the compositions. The stars belong to those spaces rather than seeming protected from them. Although the images are carefully arranged, they convey a convincing relationship between the men and the hazards around them. To my eye, Ford’s experience photographing real combat shows less in an imitation of documentary camerawork than in his respect for physical circumstances. Where someone stands, what protection exists, and how a group works together all matter.

The PT boats are a good example. Their speed makes them exciting to watch, but their size also makes them look vulnerable. Ford lets you admire their movement without suggesting they can outrun every consequence. The action has momentum because the boats seem capable, not invincible. Just as importantly, he connects their missions to the labor surrounding them. Preparation, waiting, medical treatment, and keeping equipment usable are not disposable scenes between the exciting bits. They establish how much effort goes into making action possible and how much more work follows when it is over.

Donna Reed’s Sandy Davyss, a nurse who develops a connection with Ryan, brings a different rhythm to the film. Their relationship offers a glimpse of companionship rather than a promise that romance can overcome the war. The dinner sequence is particularly touching because its pleasures are so modest. People make an effort, observe little courtesies, and try to enjoy an evening together. Ford gives those gestures time to register. Reed’s warmth helps the scene avoid feeling merely symbolic, while Wayne’s softer manner reveals a side of Ryan that his professional frustrations tend to conceal.

That interest in ordinary behavior extends across the squadron. Meals, jokes, instructions, and small acts of consideration make the men feel like people accustomed to living together. Ford understands that a community becomes convincing through shared habits, not just declarations of loyalty. As their situation deteriorates, those details acquire emotional weight. We know something about the life being disrupted. The film’s sadness grows from that familiarity, which is more effective than repeatedly telling us how much everyone has sacrificed.

The approach occasionally tests your patience. The episodic structure can feel loose, and a few sentimental touches seem more arranged than the quieter moments around them. Anyone expecting a tightly accelerating combat movie may find the pacing uneven. Still, most of the pauses earn their place. They allow fatigue to become visible and give the characters time to exist beyond their immediate military function. Tightening everything into a brisker adventure might improve the momentum while weakening the attachment that makes its losses matter.

What finally makes They Were Expendable so affecting is the way it changes the scale of a war movie. Large events determine the characters’ futures, but Ford keeps bringing us back to things within their reach: a job completed, a meal shared, a difficult order carried out. Montgomery, Wayne, and Reed give those moments enough feeling that the restraint never becomes cold. The film offers excitement, but its deeper achievement is making ordinary conduct under pressure worth watching. Ford leaves us with people whose circumstances grow smaller while the significance of their actions grows larger.

Late Night Retro Television Review: Saved By The Bell 3.13 “S.A.T.s”


Welcome to Late Night Retro Television Reviews, a feature where we review some of our favorite and least favorite shows of the past!  On Saturdays, I will be reviewing Saved By The Bell, which ran on NBC from 1989 to 1993.  The entire show can be purchased on Prime!

This week, Jessie has yet another breakdown.

Episode 3.13 “S.A.T.s”

(Dir by Don Barnhart, originally aired on November 16th, 1991)

Everyone takes the “most important test of your lives!” Yes, it’s time for the S.A.T. Slater scores a 1050. Kelly scores an 1100. Lisa Turtle scores an 1120. Screech gets a 1220. Zack scores a 1502, somehow. (“The test measures how much you know,” Kelly says, “not how much you study.” Ummm .… yeah, that’s kind of true, and that’s actually the reason why I did well on the S.A.T.s when I took them, but it doesn’t explain a score that high.) Jessie, thinking that if Zack got a 1502 then she must have gotten a 1600, is shocked to discover that she only scored a 1205. Wow, that’s less than Screech! Jessie, you never should have stopped taking those pills!

When Stansbury, Jessie’s dream school, tries to recruit Zack and offers Slater a football scholarship, Jessie has a breakdown. The Gang decides that the best way to help Jessie is to get James the Actor (Mark Blankfield) to pretend to be a recruiter from Harvard who has come to the school specifically to meet with Jessie. The Stansbury recruiter is impressed, but Jessie is offended when she realizes that Stansbury only wants her because it thinks Harvard wants her. Jessie announces that she no longer wants to go to Stansbury, and Slater turns down the football scholarship… which makes absolutely no sense. Seriously, Stansbury is probably a pretty big deal. If you can get in, do it. That’s especially true in Slater’s case. He’s only scored a 1050 on his SAT.

Meanwhile, James the Actor then meets with Belding and, while pretending to be a representative of the College Board, tells him to stop giving Zack so much homework. Belding does not recognize James as being the guy who, just a year ago, pretended to be Zack’s father.

This episode is yet another that seems to be about punishing Jessie for having ambition. I mean, personally, I think she’s going to regret spending her high school years studying and worrying about her grades. Have fun and go to a party school. That’s what I did, and my life turned out fine. That said, it’s always a little weird to me how much joy Saved By The Bell sometimes took in destroying Jessie’s dreams.

I believe that was Mark Blankfield’s final time to play James the Actor on Saved By The Bell. He did return for two episodes of The New Class. Belding never did figure out who he was. Belding definitely did not go to Stansbury.

Lisa Marie’s Week In Television: 11/1/26 — 11/7/26


With Horrorthon completed, I spent a lot of time watching reality shows and true crime docudramas this week.  Here’s a few thoughts on what I watched:

1st & Ten (Prime)

I reviewed 1st & Ten here!

The Amazing Race (CBS, Wednesday Night)

I wrote about The Amazing Race here.  I’m totally rooting for Matt & Michelle and I will miss Doug & Dylan.  I’m a bit tired of Anne-Marie & Riley and their self-righteous attitude.

Bar Rescue (Weekdays, Paramount)

I watched quite a few episodes on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.  As I’ve mentioned before, Bar Rescue helps me to relax.  I’m not sure why.

Baywatch (Tubi)

I reviewed Baywatch here!

CHiPs (Prime)

I reviewed CHiPs here!

Crime Story (Prime)

I wrote about Crime Story here!

Dragnet (Prime)

I purchased and watched my two favorite episodes on Wednesday, the talk show episode and the night school episode.  After sitting through the results of the midterms, it was fun to watch Jack Webb put those hippies in their place.

The Greatest Event In Television History (Prime)

I needed a laugh so I watched all four episodes of this on Thursday night.  The Simon & Simon episode is my favorite.

Hunter (Prime)

I watched and reviewed this week’s episode here!

ID Special Report: The Long Island Serial Killer (HBOMax)

I watched this special on the Long Island Serial Killer on Sunday.  It didn’t really provide much new information but, then again, I think it was also a few years old.  I’d forgotten how obnoxious Nancy Grace could be.

Johnny Garage (YouTube)

I reviewed this unsold pilot here!

The Love Boat (Paramount Plus)

I reviewed this week’s episode here!

Maury (Weekday Afternoons, The CW)

It’s amazing to me that Maury is no longer in production but the reruns live on.  How would you feel if you turned on the TV and saw yourself from ten years ago, sitting on Muary’s stage?  Anyway, on Tuesday, I watched an episode of Maury and killed a few brain cells.  Hopefully, I won’t need them for anything.

Night Flight (NightFlight+)

On Friday night, I watched an episode about some Los Angeles-based bands about which I had previously never heard.

No Big Deal (YouTube)

This is a British sitcom that was made entirely with AI.  The only thing that was not done by AI was the script but it was so predictable and the jokes fell so flat that it might as well have been.  The whole thing played out like a very stiff and rather soulless cartoon.  The AI actors looked like talking mannequins.

Pacific Blue (Prime)

I reviewed Pacific Blue here!

Private Eyes West Coast (Monday Night, The CW)

I watched an episode of this show because I was genuinely curious as to what actually airs on the CW nowadays.  Private Eyes West Coast is a Canadian show.  It stars Jason Priestly and Cindy Sampson as two private detectives.  It was actually a pretty cute show.  Priestly and Sampson had a really likable chemistry.  I might to start setting the DVR.

St. Elsewhere (YouTube)

I wrote about St. Elsewhere here!

Saved By The Bell (Prime)

My review of this week’s episode will be dropping in about 30 minutes.

Saved By The Bell: The New Class

I reviewed this week’s episode here!

Sledge Hammer! (Prime)

I wrote about Sledge Hammer here!

The Steve Wilkos Show (Weekday Afternoons, The CW)

I watched an episode on Tuesday, largely because I was surprised to discover that the CW was still a thing.  Steve’s guest took a lie detector test.  The results were inconclusive.  The guest agreed to take another test in the future but then ghosted the show and Steve’s crew.

Survivor (Wednesday Night, CBS)

I wrote about Survivor here.

The Synanon Fix (HBOMax)

This Rory Kennedy-directed docuseries took a look at how Synanon went from being a trendy drug rehab program to becoming a dangerous cult.  As I mentioned further down in my review of The Way Down, I usually have mixed feelings about cult docudramas but The Synanon Fix was fascinating.

Taken: Natalee Holloway (Netflix)

The latest Netflix true crime docudrama featured a lot of interviews but not much new information.  Each episode was only 30 minutes long so I have to wonder why they divided this into multiple episodes instead of just turning it into a two-hour documentary.

The Way Down: God, Greed, and the Cult of Gwen Shamblin (HBOMax)

This was a cult docudrama.  Cult docudramas are very popular right now.  They all tend to argue that anyone — even an intelligent person — can become a member of a cult.  Personally, I have to disagree.  I think cults mostly appeal to stupid people who don’t have the confidence necessary to believe in themselves so, instead, they just believe in everything else.  Anyway, I watched this docuseries on Sunday and had absolutely no respect for the majority of the people interviewed.

Film Review: Bataan (dir. by Tay Garnett)


“We’re still here! We’ll always be here!” — Sergeant Bill Dane

The most effective thing about Tay Garnett’s Bataan (1943) is that it makes a small patch of ground feel like the entire world. There’s a bridge to keep destroyed, an enemy moving closer, and a group of men running out of ways to stay alive. That’s pretty much the movie, but Garnett gets plenty out of those ingredients. Rather than building excitement around where the soldiers will go next, he makes their inability to go anywhere the central problem. It’s a war film driven by waiting, and its best moments make that waiting feel almost unbearable.

Set during the American retreat in the Philippines, the story follows thirteen men assigned to demolish a bridge and stop Japanese forces from rebuilding it. Their mission is a delaying action, which immediately gives the usual military objective a troubling wrinkle. Completing the job doesn’t mean they’ll be rescued or even improve their own chances. It simply means somebody else might gain a little time. The film keeps bringing that uncomfortable bargain into focus. Every hour the men hold their position has value, but they’re the ones who have to pay for it.

Robert Taylor anchors the film as Sergeant Bill Dane, and his performance fits that emphasis on carrying on without much encouragement. Dane isn’t an especially complicated character on paper, but Taylor gives his toughness an increasingly strained quality. He looks like a man who understands that letting his exhaustion show could become everybody else’s problem. What works isn’t just his ability to bark orders or look determined. It’s the impression that maintaining authority takes effort. As the situation deteriorates, his leadership becomes less about having answers than about keeping the absence of answers from breaking the group.

Around him, the supporting players supply the personality that the narrow setting needs. Lloyd Nolan’s abrasive presence keeps the group from becoming too comfortably united, while Thomas Mitchell, Robert Walker, and Desi Arnaz help give the unit some variety. Not everybody gets enough material to become a fully rounded person, though. There are stretches when the characters feel assembled according to a familiar wartime formula, with individual traits standing in for deeper characterization. Still, those quick sketches have a practical purpose. Once the fighting starts reducing the group, we recognize who’s missing, and the position feels emptier in more than a numerical sense.

Garnett makes particularly good use of the jungle, even when it’s obviously a studio creation. The artificiality can be distracting if you’re looking for convincing outdoor realism, but it also gives the film a strangely enclosed atmosphere. Trees, shadows, and fog seem to mark the edges of a world the soldiers can’t escape. There’s no reassuring sense of geography, no broad view that lets us organize the danger. Instead, the surrounding space stays uncertain. The enemy might be approaching, watching, or already closer than anyone realizes. The setting keeps turning the simple act of looking into the distance into a source of tension.

That uncertainty matters because Bataan isn’t consistently fast-paced. At roughly 114 minutes, it gives plenty of room to stretches between attacks, and some of the dialogue feels more functional than revealing. A little tightening wouldn’t hurt. Even so, the slower passages aren’t merely obstacles between the exciting bits. They establish a rhythm of temporary relief followed by renewed dread. Exhaustion and malaria further undermine the idea that survival depends only on fighting well. These men can do what they’re supposed to do and still find their bodies failing them. The longer they remain in place, the less control they seem to have.

When violence does break out, its closeness makes it unpleasant rather than exhilarating. Bayonet fighting and sudden encounters strip away the comfortable distance that can make screen combat resemble a tactical exercise. The men aren’t moving neatly toward victory; they’re trying to get through the next confrontation with whatever strength remains. That’s also where the ensemble becomes important. The film’s racially mixed group, including a Black serviceman presented as a capable participant, gives its vision of collective effort some substance. Cooperation isn’t just a sentiment expressed in speeches. It’s something the assignment requires, regardless of the differences between the men carrying it out.

The limits of that vision are hard to miss, however. The Japanese largely exist as an anonymous threat, denied the individuality the film grants its American characters. That reflects its function as wartime propaganda, but it also narrows the drama. We’re encouraged to understand one group’s fear while treating the other primarily as its cause. The patriotic emphasis can become similarly blunt, especially when the movie pushes its message instead of trusting the situation to speak for itself. Still, its most persuasive passages don’t need much explanation. A depleted group, an exposed position, and another attack already tell us what endurance costs.

What stays with me about Bataan isn’t the promise that sacrifice will make everything worthwhile. It’s the uncomfortable distance between doing a necessary job and ever knowing what that job accomplished. The men can defend their position, follow orders, and support one another, but they can’t see the larger outcome their suffering is supposed to serve. That uncertainty gives the film weight beyond its rallying message. For all its familiar types and forceful patriotism, it understands something bleak about military duty: sometimes the task is clear, the price is enormous, and the people paying it never get to see the result.

Retro Television Review: Baywatch 3.5 “Pier Pressure”


Welcome to Retro Television Reviews, a feature where we review some of our favorite and least favorite shows of the past!  On Saturdays, I will be reviewing Baywatch, which ran on NBC and then in syndication from 1989 to 2001.  The entire show can be viewed on Tubi.

This week, Hobie and Summer learn an important lesson about hanging out with the wrong people.

Episode 3.5 “Pier Pressure”

(Dir by Gus Trikonis, originally aired on October 12th, 1992)

This week’s episode is called — wait for it — “Pier Pressure.” Ha! Get it?!

Both Hobie and Summer find themselves dealing with peer pressure on the beach. Summer meets two popular girls from Malibu Beach High, where she’ll soon be taking classes. Courtney Brimmer (Elizabeth Berkley) is rich and spoiled and probably addicted to pep pills. When Summer catches Courtney and her friend drinking on the beach, Summer tells them to stay out of the water. Technically, she could have had them arrested for underage drinking, but that would have made high school a little rough. Anyway, Courtney ignores Summer and nearly drowns. Summer saves Courtney’s life and tells Mitch that Courtney was drinking. Courtney accuses Summer of being a liar. Courtney brings up the fact that, earlier in the episode, Summer thought she had a date with Slade, but it turned out Slade just invited her to his surfing competition so she could see him compete. Slade pops up and says that Courtney was drinking and that he did have a date with Summer but “I blew it.” Courtney is humiliated, and I’m sure she will not take her anger out on Summer once school begins. Should high school students be working as lifeguards? Probably not.

Meanwhile, Hobie witnesses a fight between Tony Valentino (Jason Marsden) and Andy Van Pelt (Mike Simmrin), two slightly older kids. Unfortunately, Hobie doesn’t see who actually started the fight. Also, the fight took place outside the liquor store that Mitch specifically told him to stay away from. Both Tony and Andy pressure Hobie to tell the police that the other boy started the fight. This is yet another episode that features Hobie running for his life. Hobie is barely 12 and I’ve lost track of the number of times he’s nearly gotten killed on this show. He’s got to be the most traumatized kid ever.

This episode felt like it was made for the kids, in that it had a pretty simple message about not giving in to peer pressure, and Pamela Anderson, Alexandra Paul, and David Charvet were nowhere to be seen. The episode itself felt a bit off, but Saved By The Bell fans will be excited — so excited! — to see Elizabeth Berkley playing a bitchy mean girl. Courtney thought she was going to get Jimmy Slade to lie for her, but that’s not the Jimmy Slade way.

Next week: Summer starts high school with Matt Brody.