Movie of the Week: 12 Angry Men (1957)

Sidney Lumet directs Henry Fonda, Lee J Cobb and E.G. Marshall in this courtroom drama where a murder trial jury debate an ‘open and shut case’ when one man decides to go against the room and vote “Not Guilty”.

Juror No.1 – Martin Balsam: Just trying to be the foreman, no one wants the job, a decent sort, he thinks the kid’s guilty but happy for procedure to run its course. He’s most of us – affable, quietly intelligent, takes responsibility grudgingly but dutifully, just don’t insult his hard work trying to keep some order and rationality to the debate.

Juror No.2 – John Fiedler: Whiny, weak willed, possibly gay. The least masculine of the men, unsure of himself, struggles to gets his point across among all the machismo and chest thrusting, even when correct. An idiot with cough drops who works only off his own mundane experiences.

Juror No.3 – Lee J Cobb: A blowhard, authority figure, hates youth because of his poor relationship with his son. He’s brought more than just some emotional baggage to the case, knowing he could be the murder victim… the father who “disciplines” his son too much. Quick to anger, but never actually loses the support of the room… the other men would follow such a man (he probably represents a lot of their own volatile fathers) if the reasoning and heart of Juror No. 8 didn’t eventually outfox and obliterate his black and white view of the world. Exemplary piece of screen acting.

Juror No.4 – E.G. Marshall: DOES. NOT. SWEAT. Strange how your favourite performance swaps around on every rewatch. This time (possibly my twentieth??) it was the stone cold stockbroker, the man of unwavering logic who really caught my eye. He commits to Guilty based on the evidence and its going to take a lot more than conjecture and wobbly theorising to alter his view. He’s also an assassin with the deadpan zinger. When he talks, arguments end. Fantastic bit of holding back from Marshall amongst all the grandstanding and fist shaking.

Juror No.5 – Jack Klugman: Grew up in the slums, knows how a flick knife is held. Not much else to say except he is mirror for various jurors prejudices to be reflected and deflected off of.

Juror No.6 – Edward Binns: The quiet man, decent, grafter. An Italian American house painter; he could be Joey Tribiani’s great uncle. Be rude to the elderly and he’ll knock your block off. I like him. He and Martin Balsam are probably the only characters you’d have a beer with.

Juror No.7 – Jack Warden: Brash salesman, impatient to get to the baseball game, always joking and bullying to get his own selfish way. You meet a lot of these pricks in life… they’ve figured overconfidence and fake geniality gets them exactly what they want in nine out of ten situations but they have no morality or code. In many ways their willingness to go with the flow as long as it benefits them with no care for the negative effect on others makes them just as evil as your racists and fascists. These are the people who allow evil to happen as it is more convenient than engaging with good.

Juror No.8 – Henry Fonda: Watching him take a minute to centre himself and collect his wits before he takes his seat at the jury table is a masterstroke. He’s about to stand alone. He is about to make 11 disparate but convinced personalities change their way of thinking. He needs to find a way to be heard when there’ll be 11 conflicting opinions struggling for attention. Some men will listen, others cannot. He is going to have to grind them down with facts, conjecture and logic. Take a deep breath Juror No.8 and patiently show us your blueprint for reasonable doubt. In his immaculate white suit, I question whether any of us could really ever be a Henry Fonda. He’s an angel of reason, decency and emotional intelligence.

Juror No.9 – Joseph Sweeney: Observes and recognises the humanity in all, looks like a turtle, will stand by your side in a pinch.

Juror No.10 – Ed Begley: The feckin’ racist! Strange to think 63 years down the line that prejudiced stains like this still think we all secretly share their nasty, harmful views. The moment where the entire jury room turns away from his crumbling bluster and ignore him is a classic… but definitely liberal wish fulfilment back then. Now… probably still… sadly. White people have to stop politely enduring hateful bellends like this. THERE I SAID IT! 😉

Juror No.11 – George Voskovec: The immigrant who escaped European fascism, the one who understands how democracy works better than those born into ‘freedom’, the one who speaks English better than those who spout it out with overconfidence. Very likeable and well utilised character. The watchmaker. He appreciates Fonda’s well structured and well timed salvos to attack the prosecution’s case. He’d probably appreciate just how well Lumet directs this amazing piece of cinema. The script rehearsed weeks before cameras started rolling so every actor knows their lines and arc intricately. The walls closing in as tempers fray. The gripping varied voting sequences. The claustrophobic study of masculinity and resolve and democracy and social responsibility. 12 Angry Men is a hothouse of how Western males interact. Exposing how politics, business and friendships operate under male egos, overconfidence and upbringing.

Juror No.12 – Robert Webber: The advertising dick in a sharp suit. A weaker willed variant on Jack Warden’s cocksure weathervane. Note how he likes the presentation rather than the substance of the prosecutor’s case. It is the vapid, surface based currency he himself trades on. He’s the type of slick customer we now elect or promote. Looks great on paper, can hold his own in an interview, has very little of value beyond that to add to society. He’s the reason Western capitalism is going to the dogs. First against the wall… CLASS WAR!…. Sorry… 12 Angry Men remains one of the most unimpeachably marvellous movies ever made.

10

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Crash (1996)

David Cronenberg directs James Spader, Holly Hunter and Elias Koteas in this adaptation of J.G. Ballard’s controversial novel following a community of car crash fetishists.

An undeniably cold and unsettling experience. Did I watch this on release? It all feels so familiar, but maybe that’s just as its a physically precise narrative. Every scene flows smoothly into the next, you couldn’t imagine any alternative for dark route it cruises down. That magnetic, propulsive pull matched with a sleazy, unapologetic vision kinda just overwhelms you. There’s very little entertainment value, and the acting stays admirably poker faced. You gasp into a strange sexual oblivion like it is an alien culture. One completely foreign to your own desires but fascinating. Masterfully calibrated, difficult to recommend – this is one of Cronenberg’s finest.

8

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Pretty In Pink (1986)

Howard Deutch directs Molly Ringwald, Jon Cryer and Harry Dean Stanton in this teen romance between a wrong side of the tracks girl and a haircut posho.

Watched as part of Natalie’s Birthday James Spader Double Bill. He’s a yuppie scumbag with a hall pass here as Steff. A monster with access to too much cocaine and too much hairspray. It is quite the ‘Do. He holds his slimy own against scene stealers Cryer, Stanton, Annie Potts and Andrew Dice Clay. A proper boo hiss nasty. The film itself is motored by an excellent as standard John Hughes soundtrack and Ringwald being right in her element. Her sparkle manages to smooth over the formulaic nature of the set-up and the fact that Andrew McCarthy’s spineless romantic interest is the least understandable option on offer. The fairytale ending was notoriously reshot and that shit dress she makes out of the two superior prom dresses needs to have a word with itself. Flaws aside this is an easy watch. Fluffy romance with solid class commentary.

7

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Lolita (1997)

Adrian Lyne directs Jeremy Irons, Dominique Swain and Melanie Griffith in this remake of the Kubrick and Nabokov classic where a professor falls for his landlady’s underage daughter.

An unnecessary movie. I can understand seeing the 1962 version, the compromises and the focus on comedy, and saying there’s a purer version of the source novel to be had. Who wants to really see a sexually explicit Lolita? This isn’t exactly that. A Lolita that humanises Humbert more? That isn’t really achieved. A better acted Lolita then? Well… yes… Irons and Swain are far more convincing, sophisticated pair of leads but there’s a dullness to even their brief chemistry. James Mason bless him held a whole enterprise together. At its best, this feels like a prestige TV mini-series commissioned as a perennial book hasn’t been adapted in the last decade rather than anyone had an exciting new spin. Kubrick’s version isn’t perfect but it has more barbed life and playful wit than this glossy pudding.

4

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Videodrome (1982)

David Cronenberg directs James Woods, Sonja Smits and Debbie Harry in this sci-fi horror where a TV executive becomes obsessed with an illegal porn show of torture, paranoia and mutation.

An actual nightmare. There very little blatant logic in how the story unfolds but you are sucked down its fetid plughole anyway. The body horror and tech fetish FX are unnerving (for 1982). Woods and Harry give warm blooded performances as the voyeurs turned addicts – their flesh and personalities reprogrammed by their dark desires. Not family viewing.

8

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Back to the Future (1985)

Robert Zemeckis directs Michael J Fox, Christopher Lloyd and Lea Thompson in this seminal teen time travel smash where an Eighties kid finds himself trapped in his parents’ youthful era.

This movie has been part of my life as far back as I can remember. Was the first time I watched it a video rental? Must have been. This ambitious blend of teen comedy, sci-fi, adventure and SFX is seamless. Glued solid by wonderful light comedy acting from Fox, Thompson and Thomas F. Wilson and wilder variations by Lloyd and Crispin Glover. The soundtrack thumps, the jokes are timeless and the set-pieces relentless. Movie magic. Doesn’t take one misstep, but risks a load of brave ones. I can’t remember the first time I watched BTTF but I wonder when was the first time I realised that very few movies were of this quality and invention?

10

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McQueen (2018)

Ian Bonhôte and Peter Ettedgui direct Alexander McQueen, Isabella Blow and Janet McQueen in this documentary on the revolutionary working class fashion designer’s life.

I’m not sure we get much more than a rags to riches to extravagance understanding of the man himself. He admirably refuses to allow his patrons and wealthy hangers on to take credit for his graft and genius. And I like that aspect of him. The highlights of the doc are glimpses at his ominous, spectacular fashion shows, an era appropriate mixture of Britpop art and Event Horizon horror.

7

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Talk To Her (2002)

Pedro Almodóvar directs Javier Cámara, Darío Grandinetti and Leonor Watling in this Spanish arthouse hit about men in love with coma victims.

One of Pedro’s more shocking and ambiguous productions. It also has a grace and restraint that made it easier for me to digest. Confrontational subject matter and blurred lines don’t really phase me in fiction, arthouse cinema should rarely conform or comfort, but this explores its dark and unusual passions with an accessible mastery.

7

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The Inglorious Bastards (1978)

Enzo G. Castellari directs Bo Svenson, Fred Williamson and Ian Bannen in this Spaghetti WWII movie where a bunch of deserters take on a mission to topple the Nazi V2 project.

The Dirty Dozen but cheaper, funner and dirtier. Surprisingly action packed – the stunt work and model work emboss all the squibs and leftover war vehicles. It is strange watching an Italian production where the Allied are the (anti-) heroes but this is a great little afternoon killer.

6

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A Simple Plan (1998)

Sam Raimi directs Bill Paxton, Billy Bob Thornton and Bridget Fonda in this wintery thriller where two brothers find a bag full of money only for murder and mistrust to seep into their relationship.

Bill Paxton made a great unofficial trilogy of rural noirs. One False Move, this and Frailty. A Simple Plan is his best though. A sombre Fargo peer with unexpected punctuations of Raimi brand horror to spice up the snow and betrayals. What really marks this out is that the acting and writing is Oscar worthy. You wouldn’t find a thriller this emotionally complex and insidiously cynical getting a multiplex release these days. I remember seeing it at the derelict Hammersmith Virgin and was utterly enthralled. It was an instant purchase when released on VHS. When I upgraded to DVD this, for no particular reason, never got replaced. So it has been a good 18 years since my last watch. It has matured nicely. Maybe not quite as breathtaking as that initial maiden watch but still a genre film of unique humanity.

8

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