Showing posts with label 1935. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1935. Show all posts

Thursday, July 6, 2017

Happiness (1935)


☆ ☆ ☆ ½

Happiness (1935) – A. Medvedkin

One of the final silent features from the Soviet Union, ultimately banned but rediscovered in the 1960s by SLON (Society for Launching New Work), a group of leftist filmmakers led by Chris Marker.  In fact, Marker was so impressed by this film and by director Alexander Medvedkin that he ultimately made a striking essay film about him and his life (The Last Bolshevik, 1993).  Judging by Happiness, Medvedkin did have a flair for the comic and surreal; the film is spiked with a few bizarre images (polka-dotted horse on a roof, a shack being stolen from within/underneath, long-bearded clergy wrestling for a lost wallet) inserted into a rollicking tale of a peasant and his journey into communism.  Initially, he envies a neighbouring rich man, despairing his own predicament enough to want to commit suicide (comically), but, ultimately, he and his wife find that happiness lies in the collective farm (kolkhoz).  I wouldn’t say the plot is as straightforward as that sentence makes it sound.  If there is a message here, selling the idea of the kolkhoz, it didn’t come across; perhaps this experiment backfired, as did Medvedkin’s “cine-train” which travelled around the USSR filming actual kolkhoz workers and showing them footage of themselves, apparently griping.  But as a picaresque and comic oddity from a very different time and place, it succeeds.

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Mad Love (1935)


☆ ☆ ☆


Mad Love (1935) – K. Freund

Perhaps more appropriately titled, “The Hands of Orlac”, after the French source material, this horror film involves a hand transplant (from knife throwing murderer to concert pianist) where the hands have a will of their own.  Peter Lorre, in his first American film, is disturbing as the icky sleazy warped doctor who is infatuated with the actress married to the concert pianist.  There are some good creepy moments where Lorre seems to drool over torture scenes in a play starring the actress – what is his infatuation with her?  Is it some kind of degraded sexual fetish? Lorre makes you think so.  The rest of the film (and even Karl Freund’s heralded direction) can’t keep up with Lorre’s standards.
  

Sunday, December 27, 2015

‘G’ Men (1935)


☆ ☆ ☆ ½


‘G’ Men (1935) – W. Keighley

Cagney really did have that star quality and he easily carries this exciting tale of FBI agents (‘G’ Men) trying to stop a ruthless bank-robbing gang.  It’s another variation on the “street kid turns cop” legend with Cagney being raised and having his education paid for by a notorious bootlegger who wants him to follow the straight and narrow (initially as a lawyer, but when his FBI friend gets bumped off…).  Director Keighley keeps things rip-roaring, especially at the end when the G men are allowed to carry tommy guns and the whole place gets torn up.  I’m sure this was a crowd pleaser in the 1930s and it’s still a great romp.