Rest in Peace, Tony Sirico.
From The Sopranos, this was one of Sirico’s best performances:
Rest in Peace, Tony Sirico.
From The Sopranos, this was one of Sirico’s best performances:
My aunt has always been a prodigious reader and, when I was growing up, I always enjoyed looking through the stacks of books that she had sitting in the closets of her room. A few years ago, for medical reasons, my aunt had to move out of her house. Because she wouldn’t have room for all of her books in her new place, she gave the majority of them to me. So far, I’ve only read a few but, over the course of this year, I plan to read all of them and review the ones that I like or, at the very least, find interesting. That was one of the resolutions that I made on January 1st and I have to admit that I haven’t really been doing a great job keeping up with it. Hopefully, I’ll do better during the second half of the year.
This week, from my aunt’s book collection, I read Stanley Shapiro’s A Time To Remember.
A Time To Remember was originally published in 1986 and it tells a story that might sound a little bit familiar. David Russell is a school teacher in Dallas. He is haunted by the death of his brother, who was killed in Vietnam. David has convinced himself that, if John F. Kennedy had lived, America would have withdrawn from Vietnam and his brother would still be alive. In fact, as far as David is concerned, America itself would be a better place if Kennedy had lived. Not only would the Vietnam War have been prevented but the Watergate break-in would never have occurred. Nixon would never have been president. Martin Luther King would never have been assassinated. Robert F. Kennedy would still be alive. Americans would never have become disillusioned with their country or their government. America would have kept its innocence.
Too bad that David can’t do anything to change history.
Or can he? It turns out that David’s girlfriend is a reporter and she knows a scientist named Dr. Hendrik Koopman. Koopman has created a time machine! David uses the machine to go to the past, intent on preventing Lee Harvey Oswald from assassinating Kennedy. (Sorry, conspiracy folks. Like me, A Time To Remember is firmly in the Oswald Acted Alone camp.) Unfortunately, David doesn’t succeed and he ends up getting arrested in Oswald’s place! Now, David has to not only escape but he also still has to find a way to save Kennedy!
Obviously, the plot is a bit similar to Stephen King’s 11/23/63. That’s not to say that King deliberately plagiarized or even knew of the existence of Shaprio’s earlier novel. Not only do the two books take vastly different approaches to the material but the idea of saving America by saving JFK has long been a popular one amongst the boomers. That said, it’s interesting that it was King, who plays the epitome of a committed 60s liberal on Twitter, who wrote the book that was more skeptical about whether or not saving Kennedy would truly save the world. Shapiro takes a much simpler approach to the material, one that’s almost charmingly naïve. I’m fairly agnostic on whether or not JFK would have been a transformative or even a well-remembered President if he had lived but one doesn’t necessarily have to buy into the mythology that’s sprung up around JFK to appreciate the sincerity of Shapiro’s idealization of the man and the era that he represented. Just as 11/23/63 was redeemed by King’s cynicism, A Time To Remember is redeemed by Shapiro’s nostalgia.
Shapiro, it should be noted, also tells his story far more quickly and far more economically than King did. 11/23/63 runs for close to 900 pages. A Time To Remember doesn’t even make it to 200. It’s a book that you can read in one sitting and Shapiro keeps the story moving at a quick pace. Though the characters aren’t particularly deep and one can certainly debate the book’s conclusion, Shapiro tells the story well. Those who like to play “What If?” with history will appreciate the book.
Last month, when I finally watched The Lost City, I had two thoughts.
First off, I thought it was a perfectly charming little movie, a well-made and unpretentious film that went out of its way to entertain its audience and which, for the most part succeeded. The film, which features Sandra Bullock as Loretta Sage, a reluctant writer of sex-filled romance/adventure novels, and Channing Tatum as Alan Caprison, an earnest but not terrible bright cover model, strikes just the right balance of adventure and comedy. Bullock and Tatum are charming together. Brad Pitt has a fun cameo as an ultra-macho wilderness guide who is hired to help track down Bullock after she’s kidnapped by a wealthy businessman who wants her to help him track down the fabled crown of fire. Daniel Radcliffe gives a nicely eccentric performance as the villain and, for once in his post-Potter career, actually seems to be having fun with a role. The jungle scenery is lovely to look at. Bullock’s purple sequin jumpsuit is to die for. Tatum shows off his physique. The jokes come fast, the action is exciting, and we get to watch two people fall in love. What more could one ask for?
My other thought is that The Lost City is a film that Sandra Bullock could have made at any point of her career. There’s never been a time when Bullock wouldn’t have been convincing in the role of Loretta Sage. It’s easy to imagine The Lost City coming out in the aughts, starring Sandra Bullock as Loretta and Brendan Fraser as Alan. Or perhaps even in the 90s, with Bullock and Matthew McConaughey as Alan. Much as Top Gun: Maverick does for Tom Cruise, The Lost City serves to remind us that Sandra Bullock is one of the last true film stars, someone who can effortlessly move from genre to genre without losing any of their onscreen charisma in the process. For audiences who have just spent the last two years being told that the world was collapsing and that nothing would ever be the same again, there is something undoubtedly comforting about films like Top Gun: Maverick and The Lost City. They are a reminder that yes, it is permissible, possible, and even necessary to just have a good time.
And have no doubt about it, The Lost City is definitely a good time. From the opening scene (which literally takes us into one of Loretta’s novels) to Loretta’s disastrous book tour to the eventual journey through the jungle, The Lost City is an entertaining film. It’s not a film that asks for much from the audience. There’s no complicated backstory. It’s not necessary to have seen 10 earlier movies and a miniseries to understand everyone’s motivations. There’s no bad CGI to challenge the audience’s willingness to buy into the story. The film gets the job done in a relatively brisk 112 minutes and, at a time when even comedies are regularly running over two hours, it’s hard not to appreciate the efficiency with which The Lost City tells its story. There is a mid-credits scene but it’s actually kind of funny. For once, the promise of a sequel feels likes something for which to look forward.
If you missed The Lost City in theaters, it can currently be viewed on Paramount Plus.
James Caan has passed away, at the age of 82. There are a lot of great James Caan performances to choose from and to highlight. For me, though, he’ll always be Sonny Corleone, the temperamental son of the Don who remains oddly likable, even as he cheats on his wife and threatens to kill every other gangster in New York. Sonny is a force of chaos, which ultimately leads to his untimely death. But, at the same time, it also makes him someone who you definitely fighting for you instead of against you.
The scene below is mostly cited for Al Pacino’s quiet intensity as he reveals that he’s truly become a member of the family. While Pacino’s great, Caan’s reaction is just as important.
In the scene below, Sonny discovers that Carol has been beating up Connie so Sonny beats up Carlo. Carlo really deserved it. Now this scene is often cited for featuring one shot where it’s clear that Caan didn’t actually hit Gianni Russo. That’s fair. But still, Caan actually did make contact enough times that Russo ended up with a broken rib. Look past that one shot and you’ll see that, in this scene, Caan clearly shows why Sonny was such a feared figure. Even more importantly, this scene shows how important his family was to Sonny. Who doesn’t want someone who would beat someone up for them?
And finally, in this scene, Sonny tells off the FBI. How can’t you love that? Apparently, the smashing of the camera was something that Caan improvised on the spot.
That said, there was a lot more to Caan’s career than just The Godfather. Watch all of his films. He was one of the greats and perhaps the only celebrity who was actually worth following on twitter. RIP.
In 1975, United Artists released a political thriller called Rosebud.
Rosebud was based on a best-selling novel.
Rosebud dealt with terrorism, an important topic both in 1975 and today.
Rosebud was directed by Otto Preminger, an acclaimed, award-winning filmmaker who was known for making controversial movies and who had a showman’s flair for publicity.
Rosebud had an international cast of screen veterans and up-and-coming stars. Peter O’Toole, Richard Attenborough, Cliff Gorman, Peter Lawford, Raf Vallone, Adrienne Corri, Lalla Ward, Claude Dauphin, Isabelle Huppert, and Kim Cattrall all had key roles. Former New York City Mayor and presidential candidate John V. Lindsay made his acting debut as a U.S. senator.
Rosebud was released with a good deal of publicity.
And, finally, Rosebud is almost totally forgotten today. Not only did Rosebud receive less-than-stellar reviews, it’s box office failure pretty much spelled the end of Preminger’s directorial career. (He directed one more film after Rosebud.) Rosebud sunk into such obscurity that, for years, it wasn’t even available on anything other than VHS tape. It was finally given a Blu-ray release in 2021 but, unlike some of Preminger’s other films, Rosebud isn’t going to end up getting a Criterion release anytime soon. (That said, it can currently be streamed for free on a few sites. So, go watch it after you finish this review.)
Having seen Rosebud, I can tell you that the film wasn’t forgotten because it was a disaster or anything like that. Instead, Rosebud was forgotten because it was thoroughly mediocre. There’s nothing particularly terrible about it but there’s nothing particularly good about it. Instead, it’s a slowly-paced and flatly directed film. There are a few interesting scenes, the majority of which involve Richard Attenborough’s terrorist. But otherwise, it’s just a mediocre film from a director who was past his prime.
Interestingly enough, Rosebud’s mediocrity is what makes the 1980 book, Soon To Be A Major Motion Picture, such an interesting read. While directing Rosebud, Otto Preminger allowed journalist and filmmaker Ted Gershuny to observe every detail of the production. From Erik Lee Preminger’s attempt to write a workable script to the casting sessions to the film’s eventual release, Gershuny was there. Soon To Be A Major Motion Picture tells the story of how a group of talented people ended up making a thoroughly forgettable film. There have been plenty of books written about the production of terrible movies. There’s been even more books written about the making of classic films. But Soon To Be A Major Motion Picture is one of the few books to take a serious and detailed look at what it’s like to make a thoroughly mediocre film. And let’s be honest, most films are mediocre. Most films are more likely to be Rosebud than they are to be The Godfather, Goodfellas or Battlefield Earth.
The book, not surprisingly revolves around Otto Preminger. The Preminger described in the book is a complex figure, a proud man and an occasionally sensitive artist who is also frequently a bully. As the book makes clear, Preminger can be kind but he also came of age at a time when it was common place for directors to yell and be autocratic. Preminger’s habit of shouting rubs more than a few crew and cast members the wrong way. When he’s not yelling, Preminger comes across as thoughtful and witty but there’s also an undercurrent of sadness to him as Preminger realizes that the film industry is changing and that he’s getting left behind. The fact that he directed films like Anatomy of a Murder, Laura, Exodus, and The Cardinal didn’t matter in the new Hollywood. The same things that had once led to Preminger being branded a rebel and an innovator now led to him being branded as being out-of-touch. Rosebud was Preminger’s attempt to remain relevant, both artistically and politically. Unfortunately, the 70s were a brutal decade for the directors who previously defined Hollywood’s Golden Age. Some, like John Huston, were eventually able to adjust and make a few more good films before their careers were ended by either retirement or death. Most, however, were like Preminger, too engaged to quit but too old-fashioned to keep up with the younger filmmakers. Still, even when it becomes obvious that Rosebud is not going to work as a film, Preminger refuses to give up or surrender. He’s going to make his movie.
Also making a huge impression is Robert Mitchum. Mitchum was originally cast in the film’s leading role and, having seen Rosebud, it’s easy to understand why Mitchum would seem like the ideal choice to be play Larry Martin, a cynical and hard-boiled journalist and CIA asset. When Mitchum first appears in the book, he’s a breath of fresh air. Even on the printed page, it’s easy to see that Mitchum’s no-nonsense style invigorated the disorganized production. However, Mitchum quickly becomes disillusioned, walks off the film, and is hastily replaced by Peter O’Toole. Not even Gershuny seems to be sure what specifically caused Mitchum quit the film, though it’s suggested that Mitchum felt that he had been personally slighted by Preminger. (At one point, Mitchum claims that Preminger accused him of being drunk when he was sober. At another point, it’s suggested that Mitchum walked because he realized that film wasn’t going to be any good and he felt he was wasting his time.) O’Toole does his best to take Mitchum’s place, though his poor health proves to be almost as much of a challenge as Mitchum’s bad attitude.
(That said, O’Toole’s apparent frailty disappeared after the production received a bomb threat that is later revealed to have been a hoax. The book suggests that O’Toole and his entourage tracked down the hoaxer and essentially beat the Hell out of him.)
It’s a highly interesting and well-written book, one that will make you appreciate the effort that goes into making even a forgettable film. Used paperback copies can ordered off of Amazon for $22.00. I found my copy at Recycled Books in Denton, Texas and paid $3.00 for it. Support you local independent book stores, people.
For a few months, I’ve been going back and forth on whether or not I wanted to review American Siege.
On the one hand, I try to review every film that I see, regardless of how bad (or good) it might be. I love movies. I love talking about them. I love writing about them. I love sharing my opinions about them and hearing and reading the opinions of others. That goes for all films, even really bad ones like American Siege.
On the other hand, American Siege is also one of the films that Bruce Willis made shortly before announcing his retirement from acting. Since his retirement was announced, there have been a lot of stories that have suggested that Bruce’s condition led to him accepting a lot of roles that he normally would not have even considered and that Willis was not always fully aware of what was happening on the sets of the films in which he appeared. Regardless of how much of that is true or not, it’s a heart-breaking story and it makes it difficult to watch Willis in a film like American Siege.
In American Siege, Willis plays a sheriff in a small Georgia town. When a group of loud rednecks take a local pharmacist hostage, Willis and his deputies drive out to the man’s house. However, Willis is ordered to stand down by the richest man in town, who is played by Timothy V. Murphy. It turns out that the pharmacist has evidence that links Murphy to an unsolved crime. The rednecks might be loud and stupid and self-destructive but it turns out that they’re not actually the worst people in town.
American Siege is 90 minutes of people shouting at each other and pointing guns out of windows. There’s not much of a story to be found and even the unsolved mystery is a bit of a dud. As was typical of his last few films, Bruce Willis is only on screen for a few minutes and he delivers his lines in a heart-breakingly flat monotone. The rest of the cast is actually okay, even if they do go bit a overboard with the fake Southern accents. The rednecks are convincingly redneck-y and Murphy is convincingly condescending as the rich man who has never had to face any consequences for his actions. But the main reason anyone is going to watch this film is because of Bruce Willis and, sadly, there’s none of the swagger that made Willis in a superstar.
So, why am I reviewing American Siege? Mostly it’s so I can recommend that, if you are really determined to watch one Bruce Willis’s later films, you skip American Siege and watch Gasoline Alley. Gasoline Alley was made by the same director and it also features Bruce Willis but it’s a hundred times better than American Siege and it actually gives Willis a decent role to go out on.
Of course, my ultimate recommendation, as far as all this is concerned, is that you go and rewatch the first three Die Hards. They’re not just for Christmas!
President Harmon Stevens is a liberal who is looking to reign in the influence of the Military-Industrial complex and the CIA. So, of course, it’s decided that the President must be taken care of.
Fortunately for the conspirators, back when Stevens was in the army, he took part in the court martial of a soldier named Paul. Paul was given a dishonorable discharge on account of killing enemy POWs. The reader is told that Stevens shouted, “You have the Mark of Cain on you!,” which …. okay. I guess it’s possible that someone outside of 17th century Massachusetts spoke like that. Now, Paul spends all of his time feeling bitter and watching cartoons. He’s a Bugs Bunny fan because he believes that Bugs is a sociopath, just like him. (Personally, I think Bugs is just a force of chaos. Sociopath is a bit extreme.) One day, Paul’s cartoon watching is interrupted by the opportunity to take part in a plan to take out Stevens. However, Paul soon discovers that he’s being set up to be a patsy, much like Lee Harvey Oswald. Will Paul risk his life to reveal the truth?
The Plot To Kill The President is one of the many paperbacks that I found in my aunt’s collection of old books. It was originally published in 1972 and it’s very much a book that was inspired by the Kennedy assassination and the conspiracy theories surrounding it. Paul is a disillusioned American. It’s not just that he has a personal grudge against the President. It’s that he no longer believes in the promise of America and, as a result, he has no problem with the idea of betraying it. It’s not until an awkwardly written date with a recently naturalized citizen that Paul starts to realize that America can be saved. (How awkward is the encounter? At one point, Paul’s date recites the pledge of allegiance in the middle of a restaurant.)
Anyway, it’s a fairly silly and overheated book. It’s written in the first person, so we’re not only subjected to Paul as a character but we’re also forced to spend way too much time in his head. Paul is one of those people who has a lot of ideas but none of them are particularly interesting. Before I started writing this review, I looked up the book online and I came across someone speculating that Jack Pearl was a pen name for Jack Ruby! Actually, Jack Pearl was a journalist who wrote several paperback thrillers. He also wrote a non-fiction book about the JFK assassination, in which he supported the idea that Oswald was a part of a larger conspiracy. That’s not surprising. The Plot To Kill The President was clearly written by a true believer, even if it’s never as convincing as it tries to be.
Probably the most interesting thing about the novel is that the copy that I read had a cigarette advertisement inserted into the middle of it. It was for Kent cigarettes and featured attractive people laughing while holding cigarettes. They all had perfectly white teeth, without a hint of nicotine staining. I’ve noticed that quite a few 70s paperbacks came with cigarette ads. I always wonder how effective they were. In 1972, was anyone reading The Plot To Kill The President and thinking to themselves, “Damn, I need a cigarette?”
Ambulance is the ultimate Michael Bay movie.
Obviously, whether or not that’s a good thing for you personally will depend on how you feel about Michael Bay. As a director, Bay specializes in kinetic thrill rides, the type of films where the camera never stops moving, the characters are attractive but shallow, and every plot development is an excuse for another action sequence. Michael Bay is hardly the first, only, or last director to put action and spectacle above characterization and a coherent storyline. However, he might very well be the most shameless about it. Michael Bay’s approach has not made him a favorite of the critics but it has usually proved successful with audiences. Personally, I’ve smirked at a lot of scenes in a lot of Michael Bay films. (I still laugh whenever I remember the slow motion shot of the children playing in front of the faded JFK campaign poster in Armageddon.) But, in this age of self-important filmmakers, it’s hard not to appreciate a director who just wants to have a good time.
And, make no doubt about it, Ambulance is definitely a good time. The film’s plot is simple. Jake Gyllenhaal and Yahya Abdul-Mateen II rob a bank. When the robbery goes wrong, they hijack an ambulance. In the back of the ambulance is an EMT played by Eliza Gonzalez, who is desperately trying to keep a wounded cop (Jackson White) from dying. Gyllenhaal and Abdul-Mateen also want to make sure that the cop doesn’t die because they know that, if they’re captured, the penalty for being a cop killer is considerably worse than the penalty for being a bad bank robber. With the entire LAPD and the FBI in pursuit, the two men drive the ambulance through Los Angeles, trying to find a way to escape. Essentially, Michael Bay said, “You know how everyone enjoys a chase scene? What if we made the chase scene last for 136 minutes?” And wisely, some people gave him money to do just that.
(Actually, that’s just the way that I like to imagine it. Ambulance is actually a remake of a Danish film and Michael Bay originally passed on the project. But, as they put it in The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance, print the legend.)
Jake Gyllenhaal may be top-billed but the star of Ambulance is definitely Michael Bay. In many ways, there’s not much about Bay’s direction here that’s different from what he’s been doing since The Rock. The camera moves a lot. The images are sharp and clear. The rapid-fire editing captures the chaos of the action scenes, occasionally at the cost of letting the audience know just who exactly is shooting at who. But what sets apart Ambulance from other Bay films is that Michael Bay finally discovered his greatest collaborator, the drone. Bay’s camera flies across Los Angeles, zooming over buildings and down streets and essentially making the viewer as much a part of the chase as Gyllenhaal and the cops pursuing him. Ambulance moves with so much energy and confidence that it doesn’t matter that it’s a bit too long and that Gyllenhaal’s plan often doesn’t make much sense. Ambulance is a thrill-ride, a film that rewards anyone who is willing to just go with it. It’s an example of what Lucio Fulci called “pure cinema,” where the story itself is not as important as the way the director puts it all together. I enjoyed it. That ambulance barreling through the streets of Los Angeles was the 21st century equivalent of the speeding train that thrilled and terrified audiences during the silent era.
Unfortunately, Ambulance struggled a bit at the box office. I’m a bit confused as to why, other than it wasn’t a part of a franchise or a sequel (like The Batman, Dr. Strange, and Top Gun: Maverick) and it didn’t have the mix of strong reviews and pop cultural cachet that led audiences to make Everything Everywhere All At Once into a hit. Along with reviews that were more interested in criticizing Michael Bay in general as opposed to actually considering whether or not the film itslef worked, Ambulance was damaged by the fact that audiences were still getting used to the idea of leaving their homes for a night out. I get the feeling that a lot of people looked at the commercials for Ambulance and said, “That’s something I can watch at home.” (Admittedly, that’s what I did.) It’s a shame that Michael Bay’s ultimate (and, I would say, best) film is also one of the few to be deemed a box office failure. The film is currently on Peacock. Try to watch it on the biggest screen you can find.
Here’s hoping that everyone had a good and safe 4th of July! Let us celebrate with an AMV.
Anime: Okami-San And Her Seven Companions
Song: Miss Independent by Kelly Clarkson
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Past AMVs of the Day
First released in 1993 and directed by Peter Bogdanovich, The Thing Called Love takes place in Nashville, the city that, for many people, has come to define Americana.
Of course, for those who actually love movies, it’s difficult to watch any film about Nashville and the country music scene without being reminded of Robert Altman’s American epic, Nashville. Much like Nashville, The Thing Called Love follows a group of wannabes, stars, writers, and performers. However, whereas Robert Altman used the city and its residents as a way to paint an acidic portrait of a nation struggling to find its way in an uncertain new world, The Thing Called Love is far less ambitious.
The Thing Called Love centers around Miranda Presley (Samantha Mathis). Miranda is from New York but she loves country music. She comes to Nashville to try to sell her songs and become a star. Instead, she ends up working as a waitress at the “legendary” Bluebird Cafe. While she waits for her big break, she meets two other aspiring writer/performers, Linda Lu (Sandra Bullock) and Kyle Davidson (Dermot Mulroney). Kyle falls in love with Miranda but Miranda falls in love with and marries James Wright (River Phoenix, brother of Joaquin). Unfortunately, while James is talented, he’s also a bit of a jerk.
The Thing Called Love aired on TCM last year and I can still remember checking out the #TCMParty hashtag on twitter while the film was airing. The majority of the comments were from people who loved TCM and who couldn’t understand why the channel was showing this rather forgettable movie. The answer, of course, is that the film was directed by Peter Bogdanovich and Bogdanovich was one of the patron saints of TCM. Along with being responsible for some genuinely good films (Targets, The Last Picture Show, Paper Moon, Saint Jack, Mask, The Cat’s Meow), Bogdanovich was also a very serious student of the history of film. Up until he passed away in January, Bogdanovich was a familiar and welcome sight on TCM. Listening to him talk about John Ford, Alfred Hitchcock, and especially Orson Welles was always a delight.
Unfortunately, as Bogdanovich himself often admitted, the majority of his later films failed to reach the heights of his earlier work and that’s certainly the case of The Thing Called Love. It’s not so much that The Thing Called Love is bad as it’s just really forgettable. There’s very little about the film that suggests that it was directed by cineaste who was responsible for The Last Picture Show. Samantha Mathis is likable but a bit bland in the role of Miranda while River Phoenix plays James as being such a jerk that you really don’t care about whether or not he finds success. From what I’ve read, Phoenix based his performance on watching Bob Dylan in the documentary Don’t Look Back. Dylan is notably mercurial in that documentary but, it should be noted, that Dylan eventually abandoned that persona once he realized that it was a creative dead end.
To be honest, I think the film would have worked better if Samantha Mathis had switched roles with Sandra Bullock. This was one of Bullock’s first films and she steals every scene in which she appears, giving an energetic and likable performance as someone who never allows herself a single moment of doubt or despair. As opposed to the self-loathing Phoenix and the bland Mathis and Mulroney, Sandra Bullock represents the hope and optimism that Nashville is meant to symbolize. In the end, her performance is the best thing about The Thing Called Love.