Taxi Driver (1976)

Director: Martin Scorsese
Writer: Paul Schrader
Stars: Robert De Niro, Jodie Foster, Albert Brooks, Harvey Keitel, Leonard Harris, Peter Boyle and Cybill Shepherd

Index: The First Thirty.

I’ve seen Taxi Driver a number of times over the years and I’ve always struggled with it. It’s clearly an impressive film, technically, but I’ve never been affected by it until now. Last time I saw it, back in 2010, I unwisely wrapped up my review with “I think I’m getting it.” I wasn’t.

I think what unlocked the door for me was a cultural change and not a positive one. Back in 1976, we didn’t have a name for Travis Bickle’s situation, so we had to build boxes of our own to label him. Now we do and it really helps.

He’s an incel and one of the scariest aspects of the picture is that he’s an incel who’s been radicalised without the internet, with its great ability to connect people. If Bickle is believable to us in 1976, then the logical extrapolation to make is that online radicalisation is making an awful lot more Bickles every day, all across the country. The problem is worsening.

Echoes of a Summer (1976)

Director: Don Taylor
Writer: Robert L. Joseph
Stars: Richard Harris, Lois Nettleton, Geraldine Fitzgerald, William Windom, Brad Savage and Jodie Foster

Index: The First Thirty.

There are reasons why Echoes of a Summer is largely forgotten today. It feels just like a play, the staginess of much of the acting, especially that of Richard Harris, outweighing a handful of gems of dialogue in the script. It seems that it was indeed a play, Isle of Children, which was adapted by its author, Robert L. Joseph, even if the opening credits suggest that he wrote this for the screen.

Conversely, there aren’t a lot of reasons for Echoes of a Summer to be remembered, perhaps only one, but that reason is Jodie Foster. She’s young here again, I believe twelve during the shoot, thirteen by the time it was released in a limited Canadian run, but her character needs someone able to look roughly her age but act a lot older and she does it with aplomb.

She’d already done that in Smile Jenny, You’re Dead and Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore, both her 1974 films, but she only played a relatively small supporting part in each. Here, she’s the point. In fact, she isn’t far from being the only point, because this is all about Deirdre Striden, closing in on her twelfth birthday, but without much hope that she’ll see her thirteenth.

The Giant of Marathon (1959)

Directors: Jacques Tourneur and Bruno Vailati
Writers: Ennio de Concini, Augusto Frassinetti and Bruno Vailati, from an idea by Alberto Barsanti and Raffaello Pacini
Stars: Steve Reeves, Mylene Demongeot, Sergio Fantoni, Alberto Lupo, Ivo Garrani, Philippe Hersent and Daniela Rocca

Index: Centennials.

This is a perfect afternoon movie, a blend of historical accuracy and mythic hokum; divine cinematography and flimsy props; and a cast from many homelands all dubbed into Italian (except, I presume, for the Italians).

I have a fondness for peplum or sword and sandal flicks, the primarily Italian response to Hollywood’s big budget historical epics of mid last century. This is a more grounded example of the genre, though there’s as much made up out of whole cloth as has roots in history.

The setting, around the Battle of Marathon, is real, taking place in 490 BC as the Persians, under King Darius I, aimed to conquer Greece. Many of the characters are real on both sides: Darius and Hippias, exiled dictator of Athens, on one; Miltiades, Callimachus and Phillipides on the other, even if the latter’s heroics have been wildly mythologised.

Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore (1974)

Director: Martin Scorsese
Writer: Robert Getchell
Stars: Ellen Burstyn, Kris Kristofferson, Billy Green Bush, Lane Bradbury, Vic Tayback, Jodie Foster and Harvey Keitel

Index: The First Thirty.

From a TV movie that prompted an ABC TV show to a feature film that prompted a CBS TV show. However, this time the film is a Martin Scorsese and the show ran for nine seasons. In fact, Alice ran longer than any U.S. sitcom with a female lead until Roseanne passed it in 1996.

Little of that is evident in the film because it isn’t a laugh a minute comedy—adding a laugh track would be a crime against humanity—and there isn’t one central location; Mel’s Diner is that only for the last forty five minutes. This is a drama before it’s a romantic comedy and it’s not a romantic comedy in the romcom sense.

Ellen Burstyn won an Oscar for Best Actress, against tough competition, and she’s the focus throughout. What drew her to the script, after her huge success with The Exorcist, was that it’s the story of a woman who doesn’t have a story beyond being a woman, a wife and a mother. She’s just Alice Hyatt and that was refreshing.

Smile Jenny, You’re Dead (1974)

Director: Jerry Thorpe
Writer: Howard Rodman
Stars: David Janssen, John Anderson, Howard da Silva, Martin Gabel, Clu Gulager, Zalman King, Tim McIntire, Andrea Marcovicci and Jodie Foster

Index: The First Thirty.

Other than her minuscule part in Kansas City Bomber, Jodie Foster’s first non-children’s film was this second TV movie about Harry Orwell, a cop who became a private investigator after he was shot in the back and forcibly retired.

He’d debuted in 1973 in Such Dust as Dreams are Made On, another TV movie, and those two pilots presaged a show, Harry O, which ran for two seasons on ABC from 1974 to 1976.

Harry O was played by David Janssen, so he’s technically the only star here. Everybody else listed above is a guest star, except for Foster, a mere co-star. And, sure she was twelve, but it’s another rather unfair credit, because she’s the main character in the secondary story and she actually gets the film underway.

The Hanging Tree (1959)

Director: Delmer Daves
Writer: Wendell Mayes and Halsted Welles, based on the novelette by Dorothy M. Johnson
Stars: Gary Cooper, Maria Schell, Karl Malden and Ben Piazza

Index: Centennials.

Dorothy M. Johnson may not be a household name today, even among film aficionados, but she wrote three short stories later turned into notable westerns. The two best known are The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance and A Man Called Horse, but this third is unjustly underseen.

It’s a Gary Cooper film, not only because he stars in it, but because it was made by Baroda, his production company, the first of two, with the other being 1961’s thriller The Naked Edge.

Doc Frail is an unusual role for him, a good man, as we’d expect, but one with a dark past, which we don’t. As his daughter Maria pointed out, “You don’t expect a Cooper character to pump several bullets in a body and kick it off a cliff!” Well, that certainly happens here.

The Sea Beast (1926)

Director: Millard Webb
Writers: Bess Meredyth, based on the novel Moby Dick by Herman Melville
Stars: John Barrymore, Dolores Costello, George O’Hara and So-Jin

Index: That's a Wrap!

By all accounts, The Sea Beast was successful, the tenth highest grossing movie of the year, a film given a sound remake as early as 1930. To me, watching the movie in the pitiful version that’s available today, it’s hard to see why.

For one, it’s an awful print. It reminds me of the old Keystone shorts Charlie Chaplin made in his first year in film. I’d seen most of those in crappy nth generation public domain copies but often couldn’t tell what the fuss was about until I saw the Flicker Alley restorations. What this film needs is that treatment, urgently.

And I do mean awful. My print appears to be a transfer from a Televista DVD that was itself sourced from a 16mm film. It’s not easy to see nuance at any point but there are letters that are presented to us to read that look like blank sheets of paper. I don’t know what I missed on those shots, but it certainly didn’t help.

The Scarlet Hour (1956)

Director: Michael Curtiz
Writers: Rip Van Ronkel, Frank Tashlin and John Meredyth Lucas, based on a story by Rip Van Ronkel and Frank Tashlin
Stars: Carol Ohmart, Tom Tryon and Jody Lawrance

Index: Centennials.

The poster states “starring” Carol Ohmart, Tom Tryon and Jody Lawrance, but the movie itself chooses “introducing”. It started Ohmart and Tryon’s careers and restarted Lawrance’s. I’m watching for Tryon, today’s centenarian, but should note that this film, unusually, only began the first of his two careers in film.

This first, rather traditionally, is as an actor, initially in a rather passive role utterly under the control of Ohmart’s character, but finding his way out as the film runs along. He’s Marsh, E. V. Marshal, Sales Manager at the Nevins real estate company. Ohmart plays Paulie, or Mrs. Pauline Nevins. Yes, Marshal’s boss’s wife. His much younger trophy wife.

They start out on Lover’s Lane, hiding from anyone else who might venture up there, thus speaking volumes about their relationship. In fact, they’re secreted among the bushes when a gentleman explains the details of a robbery to two men that he’s hired to commit it.

One Little Indian (1973)

Director: Bernard McEveety
Writer: Harry Spalding
Stars: James Garner, Vera Miles, Pat Hingle, Morgan Woodward, John Doucette and Clay O'Brien

Index: The First Thirty.

This was Jodie Foster’s fifth movie, her third for Disney and her third under the direction of a McEveety brother. Surely they recognised a nascent potential in her, but unfortunately the elevation of opportunity she found in Napoleon and Samantha is not echoed here. Then again, it simply isn’t a film about women.

In fact, the only women we see in the initial forty minutes are Cheyenne refugees brought into a U.S. army fort as a stop on the way to a new reservation. Not one of them speaks, even Blue Feather, the “mother” of the titular little Indian. I use quotes because, after she prompts him to run and the soldiers catch him, they’re shocked to quickly discover that he’s white.

He makes it out at a second attempt and off he goes on his own into the Utah desert. Now, as we’ve already seen, there’s someone else on his own in the Utah desert and that’s Corporal Clint Keyes, trying to stay one step ahead of a patrol who want to take him back to a fort to hang him for mutiny and desertion. Needless to say, the two soon team up.

Tom Sawyer (1973)

Director: Don Taylor
Writer: Robert B. Sherman & Richard M. Sherman, based on the novel The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
Stars: Johnny Whitaker, Celeste Holm, Warren Oates, Jeff East and Jodie Foster

Index: The First Thirty.

While I can’t say that any of the three Jodie Foster movies before this will become abiding favourites of mine, I enjoyed them all. This is a film I’d describe mostly as “disappointing”.

For one, it’s a musical. While I’m very much looking forward to Bugsy Malone because it was so different from anything else out there, this is just another musical whose songs got in the way of the story. There are nine. I enjoyed two of them and didn’t mind a third, but the rest I could have happily done without.

I should point out here that the songs were written by the Sherman Brothers, Richard and Robert, who also wrote songs for what must be every other Disney film, including many of the most lively, cheerful and characterful songs in films like Mary Poppins, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and The Jungle Book. These aren’t their best.