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  • Blackboard Jungle (1955)

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    Released: March 19, 1955 (New York)
    Director: Richard Brooks

    *****

    The granddaddy to Dangerous Minds, Freedom Writers, and any of the dozen other teacher teaches a rough crowd a lesson movies made since 1955, Blackboard Jungle is a simple piece of film most likely remembered for its pairing of Sidney Poitier as a high school student (yeah, as if anyone bought it) and Glenn Ford (who would go on to be Superman's pappy, among other roles).

    When Richard Dadier comes to teach English in a school on the wrong side of the tracks, he's greeted with kids who don't want to learn, a fellow teacher being assaulted in the library, another teacher's record collection getting broken and threats to his pregnant wife. How can he-one man-teach kids who believe the subject will never help them?

    Blackboard Jungle coasts on the mesmerizing performance from Poitier and the confidence exuded by Ford. We don't care about any of the other hooligans-that's all they really are-or the "jeopardy" subplot with insinuations Rick is having an affair with another teacher. In fact, after a brief scene at an after school rehearsal, we never hear about this subplot again, let alone from the female teacher in question. And that's what turns out so maddening about the film: it takes story leaps it expects the audience to take with it despite not being able to.

    For instance, when Anne (Anne Francis) is in the hospital on New Year's Eve, Rick tries to apologize for whatever lies she was told. She'll have none of it; of course she knows they were all lies. How? Beats me, I don't think anyone thought it was necessary to fill in that hole. Did she talk to Rick? Did a student fess up (not likely)? Did Anne realize her husband loves her and would never hurt her? Eh, who cares. It's not important. So lets talk about Poitier's Gregory Miller. He's the kid Dadier gets through to, telling him he can be so much more than a heavy. Despite what we see on screen, we're never completely sold on the idea. It seems as though Miller coming around is more a conceit of the plot than it is born out of the character.

    Blackboard Jungle wants to be a great meditation on the rigors of teaching kid who don't really care. And, in the context of 1955, it might have been the be all and end all. Now, it's just trite. Great performances from Vic Morrow as another "bad" kid, Ford and Poitier help the movie keep its head above water. Otherwise, it distills a complex topic into bite sized lessons which don't help anybody.

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    Originally posted on:TheMovieRambler’s blog


  • Pelts (2006)

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    Released: December 1, 2006
    Director: Dario Argento

    *****

    For his second entry in the Masters of Horror series, Pelts, Dario Argento turns to a a film whose ending is never in doubt, even before the first frame rolls. With Meatloaf (ya know, the singer) as unscrupulous fur trader Jake Feldman and Nightmare on Elm Street's John Saxon as a drunk 'coon trapper, there are one or two legitimate scares packed into 58 minutes. Unfortunately, by the end of the film, the audience has more questions than answers.

    When Jeb Jameson (Saxon) tells Jake he's caught a load of the most beautiful 'coons he's ever seen, Jake flies into a frenzy. He can create the best fur coat ever, win the heart of a stripper and make a name for himself and his hole in the wall shop. However, when people start loosing their minds after touching the fur, there is no stopping the curse.

    Yes, a curse, evidently meant to protect the raccoon's from trappers. First, one character swings wildly at another; then another literally looses his face; another suffocates in a room full of air; and, finally, one looses his skin-literally. Its all well and good Mother Mayter is protecting the animals, but why? Why does she do this? Why does the curse only hit certain people and not others? Jake has touched the pelts more than anyone else; why is he the last affected? Why doesn't his business partner Lou succumb? Or Jeb? There's no rhyme or reason to it, as if pieces of the film were cut out to fit into the hour running time.

    There are moments which turn head scratchingly fascinating: watching a mouth, eyes and a nose get sewn up or torso skin being ripped from innards. But those moments can't save an otherwise unfullfilling story. A subplot with a stripper and Jake's fascination with the idea of having anal sex detracts from the story and feels as though it was inserted (no pun intended) only because Argento could get away with it on Showtime. Horror movies are supposed to scare us by putting the viewer in a situation they may be in at some point and twisting a knife. How many people are pelters, fur traders or strippers? I guess any object from an animal could be cursed, making the story have resonance. It's just too much of a stretch for the audience to buy into what's happening.

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    Originally posted on:TheMovieRambler’s blog


 

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