Showing posts with label Rosalind Russell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rosalind Russell. Show all posts

Sunday, June 13, 2021

OVP: The Citadel (1938)

Film: The Citadel (1938)
Stars: Robert Donat, Rosalind Russell, Ralph Richardson, Rex Harrison, Penelope Dudley Ward
Director: King Vidor
Oscar History: 4 nominations (Best Picture, Director, Actor-Robert Donat, Adapted Screenplay)
Snap Judgment Ranking: 3/5 stars

When you are reviewing films, you need to be aware of your own particular genre biases.  I see a lot of movies, frequently ones that are favored by the Oscars (due to our ongoing "Oscar Viewing Project" on the blog), and with that it becomes a situation where genres that the Academy favors, but I don't, become a point-of-contention unless a movie is truly great (and thus genre becomes irrelevant).  This is never more true than "uplifting dramas," which have been a staple of the Academy's for decades (though in recent years this have largely been true stories or biopics rather than based on wholly original creations), a genre that I don't find all that interesting.  The Citadel is a good example of this.  This is a fine film, it has a lot of vigor and fulfills its purpose-it's a worthwhile undertaking.  But I must admit that while I can respect the film, I didn't like it.  Let's get into why, shall we?

(Spoilers Ahead) The movie is the story of Andrew Manson (Donat), an idealistic young doctor who goes to a coal mining community in Wales and starts to treat tuberculosis.  He starts out as someone who works entirely by-the-book, but finds that bending the rules is a better way to get solid treatment for his patients (and earn their respect).  He is a far better doctor than they would normally be able to afford, but resists calls to go after bigger paychecks.  However, after his research is destroyed by the nearby miners, he moves to London, with a newly-found wife in tow, a local schoolteacher named Christine (Russell), and begins to practice a type of pseudo-medicine where he treats wealthy people for ailments that aren't real (essentially hypochondriacs), for a life of comfort, prestige, and wealth.  His wife doesn't like this, seeing the sort of man that her husband is becoming, and this all comes to a head when Manson's old friend Denny (Richardson) shows him that he's changed, and when Denny dies after an accident at the hands of one of Manson's fellow charlatan doctors, he decides to return to what he was good at, curing the sick & impoverished people who don't get fair access to healthcare.

The Citadel is surely a movie that, while parts of it are a bit green (more on that in a second), has a message that is sadly resonant over eighty years later.  The film is set in the UK, but even as an American now I can see that access to quality healthcare is largely the dictate of a person's financial status.  Medicine & surgery are expensive, frequently bankrupting people in a near criminal way, and almost always attached to your employment status, so the wealthiest people can gain access to treatments that poor people would only dream of seeing-in this way, The Citadel still feels quite relevant today.

But for me, it struggles in this conversation by having Manson played less-than-complexly, which is a shame because as written this is a complicated character.  Manson has a point here-he is fought, frequently, by the people that he's trying to help.  The scene at about the movie's midpoint where the local miners, spurred on by rumors about what he's doing to laboratory guinea pigs and fears of the unknown around him in his research into the adverse effects of coal mining on your health (something we take for granted today), destroy his work, the work that's literally trying to save their lives, is harrowing stuff.  It's the kind of crux that should have been intriguing for the audience-Manson is essentially being punished for doing the right thing, other people's prejudices getting in the way of him saving their lives (I don't need to make the obvious Covid vaccine allusion to show you this is also still relevant, mostly because if you're reading this you were surely thinking it), and it should inform the character quite a bit.

But Donat plays Manson as kind of naive, never imagining him in a serious way.  The English actor, who won his first Oscar nomination for this performance, was three years removed from his classic work in The 39 Steps (which I like & enjoy him in, for the record), but this doesn't have that film's finesse.  It's the kind of work that screams "GREAT ACTING!" in a major way, mostly because it's a series of lengthy, oftentimes powerfully-delivered monologues, but there's nothing happening below the placid surface here.  His switch into a snobbish fop is so full, but you don't get any hints of that coming in the first half.  Donat doesn't find a way to bridge the man that he's playing between the three acts, and the film suffers.  Rosalind Russell is better as his fellow lead, particularly in the film's first half when she gets to play a sharper character, getting at least some good chemistry moments with the befuddled doctor, though as the movie's melodrama wears on, she begins to falter as well into subdued dramatics (potentially unpopular opinion-I've never liked Roz Russell in a drama despite that being kind of what the Academy always found her useful for, but I think she's aces at comedy).

All of this dampens my enjoyment of The Citadel.  It's a good movie on a technical level, and so I'm giving it three stars.  The early courting scenes with Donat/Russell are fun, and the script is well-constructed & the directing is efficient.  But I didn't feel it-the message here is important, and it carries a lot of weight even today, but Donat's inability to elevate Manson through the film's three acts kept me from loving it in the way that I would something like Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, and there is so little outside of what he's doing onscreen to latch onto (I believe he's in every single scene in the movie if memory serves correctly) that I left respecting, but not loving, what had just happened.

Saturday, September 08, 2012

OVP: Auntie Mame (1958)

Film: Auntie Mame (1958)
Stars: Rosalind Russell, Forrest Tucker, Coral Browne, Fred Clark, Roger Smith, Peggy Cass
Director: Morton DaCosta
Oscar History: 6 nominations (Best Picture, Best Actress-Rosalind Russell, Supporting Actress-Peggy Cass, Cinematography, Art Direction, Film Editing)
Snap Judgment Ranking: 2/5 stars

You coax the blues right out of the horn...whoops, wrong version.  No, unfortunately there's no Lucy or Angela to spot, but instead we are treated to perhaps Roz Russell's most iconic of roles.  Despite my knowing every word to "Bosom Buddies," I'd never gotten involved with this, the original film version, and so as it was on PBS this evening, I figured I'd give it a shot.

The movie is the story of Mame Dennis, an eccentric Bohemian in the late 1920's who inherits her nephew after her stoic brother dies.  Mame, never one to let anything get her down, treats her new child as if he is one of her many kooky friends, and suddenly has him going on adventures with her, everywhere from nudist schools to misadventures in fox-hunting to lavishly wild dinner parties.  Mame has an avid devotion to her new ward, and though he's constantly being whisked away to be raised "properly" at boarding school, she still gets a general amount of whimsy and wildness into the boys upbringing, which in a movie is adorable, and in real life would probably be considered child endangerment.

The film itself was, I'm going to admit, largely a miss for me, primarily for everything that doesn't have to do with Russell.  All of the side characters (with the possible exception of Coral Browne as the lush actress Vera Charles) are well out-of-their-league when Russell is present, and primarily fall into the sorts of stock stereotypes that may work in the "big, big, big" of the stage (this was a smash hit on Broadway before becoming a film), but seem gaudy on-screen.  Even the large comic set-pieces (those rising and falling chairs are something I want in my apartment to fit more people in my living room) can't make up for the fact that most of the characters seem flat, even in a film about celebrating "life."  It's as if everyone's just standing around holding their breath, since Russell's about to saunter onto the set and steal all of the oxygen anyway.  Even Oscar-nominated Peggy Cass can't breath much life into her nasal-voiced, knocked-up frump of a secretary.  The role is surely, again, the type that would be a crowd-pleaser on the Great White Way, but one that causes abrasive whiplash on the screen.

That being said, and I've heard the detractors and don't particularly care-I thought Russell was divine, if wildly over-the-top.  Her Mame is always best when Patrick isn't on-screen and she's bumbling through the set like an episode of I Love Lucy (perhaps that's why Ball was hired for the 1974 musical instead of the more appropriate Lansbury)-when Patrick's on-screen, Russell goes into that dramatic melodrama she never pulls off well.  She's a comedienne, and when she's exchanging quips with Browne or Cass, or sneaking insults at her soon to be bigoted in-laws, she's got the timing and jokes down-pat.

Oscar seemed very fond of the film, and considering that it had just completed a huge run on Broadway with the same stars and had a plush pleasantness to it, it's not hard to see why.  For myself, the biggest crime may be that Best Picture nomination-this is a year where Vertigo and Touch of Evil, two of the finest films of the 1950's, were both eligible, and yet neither was chosen over this film.  Hello, Dolly! and its robbery of The Wild Bunch's Oscar nomination a decade later comes to mind, never a good thing.  Probably the most wisely-chosen nomination of the six is for Russell, though I'd have to give the edge to Liz Taylor as Maggie the Cat for the time being (I've still got a date with Susan Hayward, Shirley MacLaine, and Deborah Kerr for the final decision).

What about you-which version of Mame do you like best?  Should they have won on any of their nominations?  Should Russell have an Oscar or should she have gone home empty-handed on all four attempts?  And what movie of the last few years deserves to be turned into a musical next?