It’s the stuff Hollywood is made of. And now Hollywood has returned to the biblical story of David to create a TV show called Kings. Set in the modern kingdom of Gilboa, the two-hour pilot airs on March 15 at 8:00 P.M. (ET) on NBC.
Honestly, I went into this movie thinking I wasn’t going to like it but I HAD to see it because two of my favorite actors are in it: Russell Crowe and Leonardo DiCaprio. But I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised.

Plot summary from Netflix:
Newly stationed in Jordan, idealistic CIA agent Roger Ferris (Leonardo DiCaprio) teams up with veteran operative Ed Hoffman (Russell Crowe) and the head of Jordanian intelligence (Mark Strong) to infiltrate an underground network of terrorists and locate a criminal mastermind. Based on the best-selling novel by David Ignatius and directed by Ridley Scott, this suspenseful spy thriller features top-rate performances and explosive action sequences.
I usually don’t like movies that take place in the Middle East and have to do with terrorism because that’s what you hear about so much in the news the last thing you wanna do it go to the movies when you want to relax and hear about it again. Plus, usually I find them to be boring, confusing, too political and just… blah. But I ended up liking this movie and I felt it had a strong plot to keep my interest throughout the whole movie and entertain me even though it was such an involved and sometimes confusing storyline. (At least to me, I try not to think too much during movies if I don’t have to, but this time I didn’t mind thinking so much because it was interesting and suspenseful.)

Needless to say, the acting was great. With Russell Crowe and Leonardo DiCaprio you are rarely disappointed in their performances. Although since I have seen every single movie both of them have ever been in I can tell you there have been a few duds between them. Wow, that sounds very pathetic that I’ve stalked them like that but… that’s what obsession will do to you and they have both been victims of my obsessions at some point.
My Rating:
I Liked it
Body of Lies, Russell Crowe, Leonardo DiCaprio, movie review
My Dad gave me this movie a long time ago and told me to watch it and I kinda forgot about it. I finally popped it in the other day when I was bored and there was nothing to watch and I was very pleasantly surprised.

Plot summary from Netflix:
Bernie Lootz (William H. Macy) is the unluckiest man in Las Vegas. Looking to knock out their highest rollers, one of the last mob-run casinos in town uses Bernie as a “cooler” to defuse lucky streaks. The scheme goes along just fine until Bernie falls in love with a cocktail waitress, Natalie, (Maria Bello) who becomes his “lady luck,” much to the chagrin of the casino’s crooked director (Alec Baldwin).
Unlike the last movie I reviewed, Pride and Glory, this movie had great characters and was well executed. Bernie, played by William H. Macy, was such an interesting character. Everyone can relate to the kind of character who has everything go wrong and it makes you really feel for them. And the acting was great too, especially Alec Baldwin and William H. Macy. It had an interesting story, it was entertaining to watch. I really liked this movie.
I was very surprised to see my middle school crush, Joey Fatone from *NSYNC was in the movie! Haha! He played a lounge singer and I couldn’t believe he was in it. My teen heart was a-flutter when I saw him on screen… ahh the memories.
Anyways, back to the movie, there was something very special about the relationship between Bernie and Natalie that was very touching. It should have been a completely unrealistic match, but for some reason it worked so well and they really had a lot of chemistry. I really enjoyed watching this movie and I’m glad I finally decided to give it a chance. It’s worth watching if only to see William H. Macy, he is such a captivating actor.
My Rating:
Really Like it
The Cooler, Alec Baldwin, William H. Macy, Maria Bello, Joey Fatone, movie review
OK, so I am a HUGE fan of cop dramas for some reason. I don’t really know what the attraction is but if there are cops, I’m there. So as soon as I saw the badge in the previews for this movie I knew I had to see it. I ended up just renting it because I didn’t hear anything about it after I saw that one preview… now I know why.

Plot summary from Netflix:
A corruption scandal fractures a family of New York City cops in this generational drama about homicide detective Ray Tierney (Edward Norton), who’s tasked with investigating a precinct run by his brother (Noah Emmerich). As if that weren’t enough, Ray’s fellow officer and best friend (Colin Farrell) may turn out to be dirty.
The movie was just OK, but it should have been great. The storyline had great potential but for some reason it was just not properly executed.
First of all, I did not connect with any of the characters and that is a biggie for me. I love when movies have great character development so you really feel for them and this movie had absolutely none. I didn’t even know who some of the main characters were and how they were all related until half way through the movie which is ridiculous.
I thought it had some pretty good acting but I did not like Edward Norton for the character he played… that was a strange casting choice. He doesn’t scream “rough street cop” to me, he seems too small and scrawny. I don’t know.
In the end I’m glad I watched it but it reminded me a lot of We Own the Night. They had a lot of similarities and they both should have been a great cop movies and they both fell short. I can’t exactly pinpoint what was wrong with this movie but the biggest thing that sticks out is the lack of character development which led to me not really caring about what was going on as much as I could have.
My Rating:
Just So-So
Review: We Own the Night
Pride and Glory, movie review, Edward Norton, Colin Farrell, Jon Voight, cop drama
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This movie is a spin off from the X-men movies. Hugh Jackman comes back as Wolverine who lives a mutant life, seeks revenge against Victor Creed (who will later become Sabertooth) for the death of his girlfriend, and ultimately ends up going through the mutant Weapon X program.
Release Date : May 1, 2009
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Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds plays in a comedy movie titled The Proposal. The story is about a pushy boss (Sandra Bullock) forces her young assistant (Ryan Reynolds) to marry her in order to keep her Visa status in the U.S. and avoid deportation to Canada.
Release Date : June 12, 2009
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The Exterminators , A&E's newest Real Life series, premieres this Wednesday, February 4. The program follows Billy Bretherton and his family, as they balance family life with the drama of running a successful business together. Billy's company, Vexcon, is one of Louisiana's busiest pest removal companies, and the program is already attracting a lot of notice in the state. Local affiliate KSLA recently interviewed Bill about the program, letting us know what we should expect for the first 13
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THE DAY THEWORLD ENDED (1955)Directed by Roger CormanStarring:Richard Denning – RickLori Nelson – Louise MaddisonAdele Jergens – RubyTouch (Mike) Connors – Tony LamontPaul Birch – Jim MaddisonRaymond Hatton – PetePaul Debov - RadekRoger Corman, the director and producer of this gritty, after-the-bomb drama, is the fearless speed demon of the B-film – the slash and burn professional that whipped his actors to the rhythm of some grueling metronome that cared not for mortal frailty. A man who never, ever lost sight of the money.According to IMDB, (Internet movie database, as if you didn’t know) the year he directed and produced this film, he also wrapped up four other films. In his first three years spent directing his own movies , 1955-57, he finished 17 movies, among them Beast with a Million Eyes, It Conquered the World, Not of This Earth, and Attack of the Crab People. By 1960, Corman had cut out what scant traces of fat did exist in his style: His “Puerto Rican Trilogy” shot in that year (The Last Woman on Earth – director, Creature From the Haunted Sea – director, and Battle of Blood Island – producer) was completed in five weeks. Little Shop of Horrors, also directed by Corman in 1960, had a shooting schedule of two days and a night. His cinematic world is one of horror and sex, shot fast and on the cheap -- designed to make investors and himself a tidy profit.Sally Todd, ravishing star of Frankenstein’s Daughter, (Richard Cunha, 1958) and The Unearthly (Boris Petroff, 1957) talked about working with Corman on The Saga of the Viking Women and Their Voyage to the Waters of the Great Sea Serpent (1958) when interviewed by John O’Dowd for Videoscope Magazine (Winter, 2009). The actress describes Corman’s terrifying shooting pace that demonstrated little concern for actors’ safety. When asked if she could remember a specific incident when an actor was actually injured, Ms. Todd responded without a second’s hesitation, “Oh, sure – several,” and went on to describe vivid and various accounts of lacerations, brain concussions, and near fatal drowning. The former Miss Tucson comments also on Corman’s habit of promising future film work, none of which seemed to pan out. Todd summarizes: “The guy was a real slick talker, let me tell you. He was a smooth talker and always cool---always. And we were just kids, so what did we know?”By the mid 1960s, Corman had squeezed the desired talents from many future major directors. Among those that cut their teeth at the Corman director factory are: Francis Ford Coppola, Martin Scorsese, Peter Bogdonavich, Jonathan Demme, Joe Dante, James Cameron, John Sayles, Monte Hellman, Nicolas Roeg, and Paul Bartell, and this list is by no means complete. Actors introduced by Corman include Jack Nicholson, Sylvester Stallone, Dennis Hopper, Bruce Dern, and Robert De Niro. So far, Corman was directed more than 50 films and produced more than 300, none of which have come within sniffing distance of an Oscar nomination. Corman’s 1998 autobiography puts his film making philosophy right in the title: "How I Made a Hundred Movies in Hollywood and Never Lost a Dime."All of which is to say that Roger Corman is an icon in the world of film, highly influential and revered. In the world of the B-film, wherein lies the anxious and paranoid solar system of Radiation Cinema, Corman is a god.Corman seems to have hit the ground sprinting as a director. He knew where he was and what he wanted from his very first film, thus early Corman differs little from middle-period Corman (and doesn’t differ a whole hell of a lot from latter period Corman, for that matter). This film is early Corman, and it opens with apocalyptic canons blazing:First comes a title card accompanied by the quavering pitch of a Theremin:“What you are about to see may never happen . . . but to this anxious age in which we live, it presents a fearsome warning . . . Our story begins with . . . THE END!”We see an atomic blast, most likely the blast at Bikini Atoll, and the title rolls upward across the screen. The credits roll, and next we are treated to a shot of the sky/heaven full of white clouds. A narrator’s voice, with appropriate reverb, offers some mood setting via the King James Bible, 2 Peter 3:10: – “and the elements shall melt with fervent heat, the earth also and the works that are therein shall be burned up.”And just so there can be absolutely no confusion, next comes some stock footage of destroyed buildings and deserted desert plains. The narrator simply tells us: “This is TD day – total destruction by nuclear war, and from this hour forward the world as we know it know longer exists.”Oookay, then, anyone care for a Mentos?We are given a ray of hope, however, sort of. We are told that God, “in his infinite wisdom, has spared a few.” It is a small collection of these few which our story is concerned; and judging by the few the Good Lord has “spared”, His sense of bitter irony, perhaps even retribution, is as infinite as his wisdom.
Our cursed and saved principals all make their way over the scorched and smoldering earth, through a “nuclear haze of death,” toward a small, sturdy house in a miraculously spared valley, owned by ex Navy captain, Jim Maddison, (Paul Birch) and his nubile but virginal daughter, Louise (Lori Nelson). Maddison has seen this day coming for some time and has saved himself and his daughter by building a small safe house cupped in a valley by mountains full of lead-bearing ore. He has all the essentials for survival: an elaborate ham radio (that does nothing but produce a high-pitched whine, confirming the extermination of life everywhere), several Geiger counters and the radiation lingo to use them, and just enough supplies for absolutely nobody else but his own.First to show up knocking at the modest, Maddison fortress are gun-toting criminal, Tony (Touch Connors – later Mike Connors), and his stripper moll, Ruby (Adele Jergens). Maddison won’t let them in, but good girl, Louise, just has to let them in, she just has to, despite the fact that dad has explained, very sensibly, that there isn’t enough food for them; and despite the fact that Tony has already blasted a hole in the door with his .38. Tony comes in waving a gun around and the two men growl at each other for a bit. Finally, after some serious leering from Tony at the delectable and very young daughter, things settle down and the two newcomers exit the scene to burn their clothes (which must pain Ruby some as she has managed to escape through the nuclear holocaust wearing heels, a low-cut sequined dress, and a mink stole) and wash the radiation off themselves.
Before you know it, Maddison has a commune on his hands. Next to come walking in are a geologist, Rick (Richard Denning), carrying a badly scarred man named Radek, obviously dying of radiation poisoning; followed closely by a gold prospector, Pete (Raymond Hatton). Louise finally manages to put her foot down when Pete asks if his burro, Diablo, can come in, suggesting he leave it tied up in the yard.So, we have our cast of seven, trying to survive on a food and water budget planned for three (Maddison had originally planned for Louise’s boyfriend, Tommy, to survive, but for reason’s largely unexplained, Tommy is dead before our story starts. Judging my Maddison’s contempt for the “fools” that didn’t believe his doomsday ratings, Tommy must have thought privately the old man was a bit dodgy and not made it to the lead-lined valley). Weeks pass, and tensions rise with Tony and Rick vying for Louise, Ruby feeling protective and resenting Louise at the same time, Captain Maddison struggling for control of the mess, and Pete fretting over his burro and making moonshine with sugar smuggled to him by Ruby.One creepy development is that Radek, so near death he barely figures into Maddison’s calculations, doesn’t die like he’s supposed to. He has, in fact, seemed to gain an odd, unpleasant durability. In early scenes he calls for meat, nothing but red meat, despite it’s level of radiation contamination, and eventually doesn’t take any food or water offered by the group. More suspicious, he has taken to wondering out into the radiated woods nearby, beyond the protective ridge of the valley (as the movie progresses, the valley becomes a flawed Garden of Eden from which none of God’s chosen people can venture. Beyond the valley is something evil – a woodland of perverted nature; a radiated land of Nod). Radek should be dead, but isn’t. When Rick wonders about Radek’s sanity with concern, Maddison puts things more bluntly: “He’s a mutant, Rick. A freak of this new, atomic world of ours.” Later, after Radek has gone wondering off again, out into a world of contaminated animals and radiation, the ex captain puts things blunter still: “he’s dangerous, Rick. He should be destroyed.”Right again, Cappy. In a later scene, Radek returns in the night and slinks into his bed. Rick, who shares a room in the cramped house with Radek, simply watches him in the faint light. The spider-web scars on Radek’s face practically glow.
“You followed me the other night.” says Radek finally, his voice deep and slurred, no longer sounding quite human. “I saw you.”Rick props himself up on an elbow. “You went over the ridge,” he says, not taking his eyes off Radek.“If you went up there, you’d die,” says Radek.“I know.” Rick studies Radek, frowning in thought. “What do you do up there?” he asks finally.Radek has his hands crossed behind his head, laying on his back, his eyes dark and nearly closed. “There’s wonderful things happen.” he says, his voice flat. Too flat.“What kind of things?”“Maybe I’ll tell you sometime.”“Why not tell me now?” asks Rick.Radek is staring at nothing. It seems he hasn’t heard Rick. “I like it out there,” he says finally. “I don’t like this house.” His voice is oddly agitated.“Why do you come back here to sleep?” asks Rick.“I have an enemy. He wants to kill me. So I come here when I’m tired.” Radek looks over at Rick, his eyes shining for just a second. “I will tell you something.”“What?”“In a little while all of you will be dead.” Radek laughs. “You think I’m crazy,” don’t you?”After a moment, Rick says. “I don’t know.”It turns out the wonderful things that are happening out there is a new species of man, of life, on earth. The radiation was caused man and beast to evolve into thick-skinned, horned ghouls that survive by eating each other, dead or alive; creatures that can survive; indeed, can only survive on radiated flesh, radiated water, radiated air.It also becomes clear that Radek is at the bottom of the food chain in this new world, in danger nightly of being eaten himself by much stronger, fully evolved ghouls - beasts with three eyes, horns, and tiny vestigial arms that resemble the dewclaws of dogs or cats. The valley is the last bastion of human life, out beyond the valley, a new life is taking over. As if this weren’t enough, these new creatures also have the power of telepathy and start to lure Louise out at night (it seems correct that creatures should find her the most susceptible. Throughout the picture she has been highly desirable but awfully simple-minded. After the childlike Louise, the creatures may find Ruby a tougher nut to crack).The flimsy social contract between the six remaining humans begins to unravel very quickly when Radek eats Pete’s beloved burro, Diablo (we see Radek walking him off into the woods). While searching for Diablo, Maddison and Rick come upon a dying mutant who tells them of the horrifying world beyond the ridge; various stages of mutants, some very strong, all eating each other in a battle for survival; it’s dog-eat-dog out there, quit literally. This mutant, who has huge claws and thick-taloned feet, is further along in the radiation-inspired evolution that Radek. “Radek must be phase I,” concludes Rick.
Pete decides he’s had enough after the loss of Diablo and decides to simply wonder off over the ridge, “prospecting for gold.” Maddison chases after him in an effort to stop his suicide, but the last we see of Pete, he is beyond the ridge enveloped in a fog of lethal radiation, pawing at the side of a hill with his bare hands. In pursuing Pete, Maddison has gone too far and given himself a lethal dose of radiation. Upon returning, he is a much reduced man and has marked himself for death and will spend the rest of the picture on the couch.Tony figures the time is right to make his move on Louise, packing a kitchen knife along in case his natural charm doesn’t work. He marches her out into the nearby woods at knifepoint and begins a rather wordy rape effort (telling her how nothing every comes easy for him; how she is something new in his life - the kind of girl he has always wanted, etc., etc.). Ruby comes and saves Louise, but ends up knifed herself. In a rather shocking scene (made all the more brutal by Jergens’ sympathetic performance as stripper with a good heart) Tony tosses her body over a cliff, where it thumps heavily off rocks on the way down.We are down to four survivors now (Radek has been devoured by a more powerful and uglier mutant a little earlier, just as he was finishing off Diablo); with Maddison weak and incapacitated on the couch, keeping himself in covers, listening to the one-note warble of his precious radio. He and Rick suspect Tony has killed Ruby, but can’t do anything to prove it. During the night, Louise gets seduced in her dreams by the monster’s thought beams, and finds herself walking away into the woods. Her father realizes she is gone and sends Rick out with an M1 Rifle, keeping Rick’s revolver for himself in case Tony tries anything on a helpless old man (he does). His final advice to Rick is: “if there is no other way out, use that gun on Louise.” Dang!The creature has grabbed the semi-conscious Louise and is carrying her off, presumably to some lair where it can dine in peace. She struggles briefly, just enough so that the beast looses his grip, plopping her in a lake (and here it might be added that the creature is a bit on the smallish side, with very skinny legs. The actor playing the monster, Paul Blaisdell, must have been a very slim, small man as he is clearly struggling mightily when carrying Lori Nelson, who herself was petite. Blaisdell can count himself very fortunate that the monster was never called upon to abduct Adele Jergens, who was a good twenty pounds heaver and 3 or 4 inches taller than Nelson).
Louise notices the creatures is very frustrated and unable to reach her, and she realizes it is afraid of the water. Rick shows up and tears loose with the M1, but the creature swats at the bullets like annoying flies and gets a good death grip on Rick’s throat. “It’s afraid of the water!” shrieks Louise. “It’s afraid of the water!” Rick manages to tear loose from the grip just enough to leap into the lake next to Louise, and the creature paws at the air ineffectually. As the two stand wondering what could cause a creature that could walk through 30.’06 rifle fire to fear getting its feet wet, it begins to rain.“Here comes your rain,” says Tony, back at the house, peering though a curtain. He has managed to swipe one revolver from the sick and dying Maddison (the captain has been predicting their final days would come with the rain, which would fall on them from radiation-saturated clouds). Tony has told Maddison that he plans to kill rick upon their return, if they return, and then complete his business with Louise.Meanwhile, something strange is happening to the monster. The rain is having an awful effect, and the monster begins to stumble. It tries to run, but it’s coordination is lost and it falls over on its back. Its skin begins to hiss and steam. The water is killing it. It finally stops twitching and dies, which releases clouds of steam. Lori and rick stand nearby, drenched and staring at the thing, which is now steaming like a doused barbecue grill.“I can’t hear it anymore,” says Lori, referring to the telepathic hold the beast had on her. “I’m free of him.” She stares a minute more. “I feel so sorry for him,” she says, looking down at what looks like a hissing pile of briquettes. “So strange I feel that way.” Strange indeed; considering the thing was about to eat her alive. But then, this is the same sweet, simple thing that had to steel herself to tell Pete he couldn’t bring the burro in the house. Rick fires a couple of shots into the air to signal that all is well, although it is difficult to grasp how shots fired into the air could signal safety when not five minutes before shots fired meant that Rick was about to get eaten.
Back at the house, though, Rick understands immediately, and grins back at the nearly dead Maddison. “They must be signaling they’re OK.” This means that he will get to kill Rick as the two return and then get to claim Louise. As the two return, Tony raises the pistol and squints down the barrel. Just a bit further. That’s right. Just a little more . . .
But Maddison pulls his second, hidden revolver from under the pillow and, after a perfunctory warning, drills the bastard in the back, then twice more for good measure as the first shot spins Tony around, his face nicely distorted in fear and pain (here Connors does a very nice death flop flat on his belly).Maddison then quickly dies in his daughter’s arms, but not before the old man can explain that it was the rain that killed the radiated creatures. These horribly mutated creatures could only survive in a radiated world. They needed only radiated water and air as well. It was the pure rain water and rain-purified air that killed them.“Man created it, but God destroyed it,” says Louise, giving the Little Golden Book summarization of her father’s rather scientific death speech. “He brought the pure rain and the fresh air.”Yes, Dear, thank you. I couldn’t have put it any simpler myself. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to put the finishing touches on my final words, unless of course you have any more clarifying observations for the children in the audience.“There was a voice on the radio,” continues Maddison, just managing to get the words all out before dying, “while you were gone. There are others out there. There’s a future out there, for you two. You’ve got to go and find it.” Maddison’s eyes close and his face relaxes, and Louise holds him a last time, sobbing.The final shot is of Louise and Rick, happy and confident now, a blonde and beautiful Adam and Eve searching for other Adam and Eves, backpacking up the ridge, beyond that dreaded border, and out of the valley. The word “The Beginning” is spelled across the screen in huge typeface over the end theme music, and we fade to black.
I have watched this film now perhaps a half-dozen times, and I have found it stands up to that many viewings quite well. It took me at least two viewings to notice a few small but very nice directorial touches; for instance, throughout the film, wherever Louise is, there is often a framed shot of herself and her boyfriend, Tommy, who didn’t make it through the initial bombing. In fact, the first shot we see of Louise, she is staring at it. “it’s no use, Louise,” says Dad with his customary succinctness, turning for a moment from his ham Radio, “I’m afraid you’ll never see him again.” Louise doesn’t say anything and after a moment firms her jaw and sets the photograph lovingly back on the table. The picture remains close to her through the rest of the picture.When she begins to sense the telepathic communication of the monster, she brings the photo into her bedroom, as though this artifact of her love will keep her safe. She places it carefully on her nightstand, in the supreme place of devotion. It will appear subtly in many shots, never far from Louise but not so noticeable it begs attention. Her grief for her lost love is made poignant and very private by Lori Nelson’s performance as Louise. She never cries and doesn’t ever speak of her pain; nor does she ever mention Tommy by name. The physical closeness of the object is all the comfort Louise will seek. Finally, as Louise and Rick are leaving the house, backpacking out into the freshly cleansed world, Louise looks at the photo one last time, lays it face down on her nightstand, and leaves it behind.Corman also frames several nice shots, which, imagining the lightening pace of his work, must have appeared to him suddenly, on the fly. My favorite is the shot which has Ruby, after an impromptu mock striptease, dissolving into pain and tears at the lustful life she has lost. The wall near her is decorated with the thespian masks of tragedy and comedy. Corman comes in for a near close-up, and Ruby’s face, next to comedy, has become a classic mask of tragedy.
The outside shooting is very minimal, with Corman getting a great deal of mileage out of “the ridge” over which humans many not pass. Yet with very little to work with, Corman manages to really convey a feeling of distance – of burned and desolate earth, still smoking and smoldering in radioactive heat.The character of Jim Madison, patriarch and Biblical Moses of the film, also seems to gain in dimension with repeated viewings. At first we may see in him only that Tony the thug sees: an ex-military hard ass, accustomed to barking orders and being obeyed; but after a viewing or two he gains dimension, becoming a old-testament prophet, guiding and shaping a new civilization by the force of his will (this picture was one of the first to imagine a world and civilization after nuclear destruction).He has foreseen the coming of the end of man; has, in fact, been spoken to by God by way of signs: In is former life in the Nave, Captain Maddison had been in charge of toting animals in and out of atomic test sites for the government. In this work, he had seen some of the animals mutated, changed so radically as to be a new and terrifying species. He has kept some sketches he made of the new creatures, all of which died very quickly after mutation (the government, of course, allowed no picture taking). Maddison has kept these sketches over the years as signs and symbols of the evil that will befall the earth. Thus, he has been chosen and prepared for survival and accepts his role as guide. He controls how much food they eat, how much water they drink, what course of action they take; and most importantly, he pushes his daughter into the arms of Rick, the only eligible man left in the world, with the blunt mission of having children.The performances throughout are very good: Mike Connors is effectively brutal and soulless, Lori Nelson manages innocent without sentiment, and Raymond Hatton had “western character” patented by this time in his career.Paul Birch, who was one of Corman’s key talents until a falling out during the filming of Not of This Earth (1957), is right on the money as Jim Maddison, a part that called not only for solid acting chops but a resonant physical presence (something Birch had in spades). I was thoroughly creeped out by Paul Debov as Radek – with his strange bowl haircut and dark eyes, Debov is fevered and unearthly, very effective in his gradual transformation into something no longer human; lusting for only toxic flesh.The standouts, though, are Richard Denning as Rick and Adele Jergens as Ruby. Denning’s excellent performance will come as no surprise to fans of B movies. He was the best leading man in Bs, working solidly for two decades prior to this film. He was forty-one when he played Rick and looked just fine pairing up with the twenty-two year old Lori Nelson. He didn’t look bad, either, lugging Radek around over rough ground in a fireman’s carry in the beginning of the film (if you think that’s easy, grab a buddy about your own size and give it a whirl walking downhill over rocky terrain). Denning never turned in a bad performance, but this thoughtful, measured take on Rick is one of his best (I also loved Denning in his last film work, where he played Gov. Paul Jameson in over seventy episodes of Hawaii Five-O during the late 1960s, 70s, and 80s –still looking vigorous).No matter how many times I watch this movie, I keep waiting for one of the males, maybe even Captain Maddison, to recognize what a great hunk of woman Ruby is. No one ever does, though, except for maybe doomed prospector Pete, who only considers her a good egg because she brings him stolen sugar for his moonshine. Ruby is a stripper at the least, maybe even a hooker, but she is about as unapologetic as can be imagined. Hell, the major problem with the bomb from her perspective is that it keeps her from stripping before live crowds. She loves dancing and stripping, spends a nice hunk of the picture dreaming up new routines or reliving old ones - her hips and arms in a virtual perpetual motion to the various jazz records that have survived the blast - and just can’t wait for things to return to normal so she can start taking her clothes off again for money. She is, in short, a great big burst of positive in a bleak, negative world. How could you not love this woman?Adele Jergens, an ex showgirl (she was, in fact, named “number one showgirl of New York City") and Radio City Rockette, radiated Brooklyn sexy tough with a warm heart. She is given the best scene in the movie, which she lovingly wallops out of the park; a mock strip in front of all the survivors that even puts a grin on dirt bag Tony’s face. During this great bump and grind, done to some slinky jazz, she treats us as well to the best dialogue in the film:“When I came out they’d start shouting and whistling,” she says, her eyes lit by memory, her face radiant, her body big and full of grace and rhythm, “and after awhile all you could hear was their breathing. Mmmm, it used to scare me the way they breathed.” Continuing her dance, she places her hand over the phallic handle of a nearby Geiger counter and asks Rick, “What’s my Roentgen count? Read me, daddy!” (Rick just smiles, but I would like to respond in his stead, if I may. Her radioactive count is high. What’s the highest count on a Geiger counter? It’s that one).Ruby concludes her dance saying, “about here I’d start to peel –“ she positions herself near a corner of a wall, grasping it with both hands, “— and as I get near the wings, they’d give me a blue spot, and I’d start to give them the clincher.” She has timed her breathy, educational demonstration to perfectly sync with the climax of the song; and as a single horn shrieks, we are treated to Ruby giving us “the clincher” – a well-simulated climax of a different sort, her body sliding slightly down the corner of the wall.
For her efforts she is given a lone, drunken handclap from Pete (aside from my enthusiastic applause from the passive side of the screen). This hollow slapping of a single pair of hands brings Ruby back to the horrible reality of her future, one devoid of the thrills she so loves, and she dissolves into post-orgasmic sobbing.What a goddamn great scene. One I can only hope Ms. Jergens remained proud of until her last breath (she died in 2002).A great movie whether you are a Corman fan or not; a must-see if you admire the great director’s work. Worth seeing for the Ruby’s grind down memory lane all by itself. Heck, during that scene, I even stopped eating popcorn. WATCH THE TRAILER BELOW – Radiation Cinema
INVASION U.S.A. (1952)Directed by Alfred E. GreenStarring:Gerald Mohr as Vince PotterPeggie Castle as Carla SanfordDan O’Herlihy as Mr. OhmanRobert Brice as George SylvesterIn the summer of 1945, America had completed the first successful detonation of a nuclear device at the White Sands Missile Range. Yippee! We have the bomb! By the summer of 1949, the USSR had also wrapped up their first successful test of an atomic bomb. Oh, crap. Four lousy years on top and it’s “welcome to the Cold War, Comrade!” If you want a small taste of what the times were like, feast your eyes on the video snippets in the sidebar of this blog, which, to say the least, were not done for laughs (peculiarly relevant to the proceedings is “What is Communism?).By the time this film was made, 1952, America was fully entrenched in the kind of grinding, ever-tightening, bowel-squishing paranoia that only baffling, terrible science and apposing political ideologies can produce. Our basic fear came, naturally enough, from our largest and scariest enemy having a weapon that could turn our cities and populace entirely into cinders, bone and dust. Sure, the Soviets turned out to be less threatening than we feared (didn’t our mothers always tell us that our fears were mostly in our imaginations?), but no one suspected a paper tiger then. They seemed pretty goddamned frightening to those who had lived through WWII. I mean, these brutes had stopped the iron and steel Nazi machine cold at Stalingrad with little more than flesh and bone, dressed in nothing but winter rags and fed on a diet of dead rats. When storming Berlin, Soviet soldiers had mistaken indoor toilets for potato washers. German soldiers and citizens fell over themselves near the end, surrendering to American or allied forces to avoid, at all costs, the tender care of the Red Army. Now these hearty bone-crunchers had the atomic bomb? Not good. Not good at all.Our secondary fear, and not a very far second, was the weapon itself. There was something unnatural about it. Man had rendered a bomb - a “device” - that could “split the atom” (whatever the hell that meant) and produce a resulting explosion that caused the very men who created the thing to shit themselves in terror. The sheer destructiveness of it, the majestic, towering mushroom cloud it made (somehow sickly beautiful), the Geiger counter clicking in its wake; all just seemed terribly wrong. All other bombs and weaponry that mankind had devised up to this point were somehow on the scale-of-man; horribly devastating in some cases to be sure, but always within the realm of steel, wood, and gunpowder; hewn with muscle and forge. This new science-born thing, though, suggested man had over-reached God’s design, thrust a child’s clumsy fingers into the fiery climate of Armageddon.There was, in short, a great deal to be paranoid about; and this film grabs us in its meaty, red paw and clubs us with every fear available. Is it “anti-communist propaganda”? Oh, hell yes, and then some. Manipulative and obvious? Yessiree Bob! All of which make it some prime Radiation Cinema.Our story opens at Tim’s cocktail bar, in New York City, where everyone is bellied up, drinking and chatting happily. All seems right with the world, yet by the end of the scene (actually, well before the end of the scene) it is thumpingly clear that America, represented by the good citizens at Tim’s bar, has become a nation of complacent, money-grubbing barflies.The television over the bar is turned to the news, which is droning on about the sport scores, the weather, and denials from Washington regarding the rumor that enemy planes have been spotted over Alaska (yep, this film gets right to it). These Washington sources, despite their assurances, refuse to discount the possibility of all out war. This last bit causes little reaction from our selection of typical Americans save a fellow in a cowboy hat remarking with mild irritation, “Turn that thing off. I get enough war talk at home” (actor Eric Blythe affects a John Wayne drawl just to be extra-American). Others at the bar agree and Tim (played by granite-headed character actor, Tom Kennedy) snaps the set off.A news reporter who works at television station Just down the block, Vince Potter (Gerald Mohr), comes into the bar, talking a survey for a news piece. How do the barflies present feel about the universal draft? By this rather impatient and clunky plot device, we meet the players. They are, in order of appearance, the previously mentioned Ed Mulfury (Blythe) a “cattle raiser” from Arizona; George Sylvester (Robert Brice), a “tractor manufacturer” from San Francisco; Carla Sanford, (Peggie Castle) high priced material girl –perhaps call girl -- accommodating the visiting Mr. Sylvester while he is in town; Arthur V. Harraway, (Wade Crosby) congressman from Illinois; and last but far from least, Mr. Ohman, who is vaguely foreign (maybe Austrian) and drinks cognac from a large snifter (compare this choice of beverage to Potter's "How about a beer, Tim" - and it's Miller High Life; the "Champagne of Bottled Beer" for good measure). Add to this suspicious behavior, Mr. Ohman actually swirls the cognac in his large snifter and sits at the bar alone, reading a book. Mr. Ohman seems perfectly happy to smirk knowingly at the talk around him. Yes, we will need to keep our eye on “Mr. Ohman” very closely. So, we have a typical crowd at a typical, recognizable, American bar; that is, if the typical bar you frequent has cattle ranchers, industrialists, congressmen, newsmen, rich party girls, and suave, foreign intellectuals as its regular clientele.From this representative collection of drinkers we learn what a sorry collection of selfish whiners America has become. All present feel their government is asking far too much of them. Taxes are too high and government involvement in business is too high, as well. I mean, patriotism is fine and all, but where’s the payoff? What’s in it for me? George, our industrialist, is even seen if a brief flashback kicking an Army Major out of his office for requesting the production of a few more tank parts over much more profitable tractors. “I told him off!” says George. Carla reminisces that she worked for a bit in a factory in the war until it began to chap her hands, whereupon she quit. I mean, after all, a girl can only sacrifice so much.The oily Mr. Ohman, who has identified himself as a “forecaster” (ah, a weather forecaster, assumes Potter) sums up this silly bitching nicely:“The manufacture wants more war orders and lower taxes” he says, laying on that goddamned self-satisfied smirk. “Labor wants more consumable products and a 30 hour week. The college boy wants a stronger army and a deferment for himself. The businessman wants a bigger Air Force and a new Cadillac. The housewife wants security and an electric dishwasher. Everybody wants a strong America, and we all want the same man to pay for it. George (the other guy). Let George do it.” Ohman’s grin is all dark venom. At this point in the film it is difficult to know what to make of Mr. Ohman. He just might be a vampire; or perhaps a writer.Everyone shares a chuckle. Sure! Let George do it! Yuk, yuk.Mr. Ohman snaps them back to attention, his dark eyes going positively inky: “A good joke, but wars are not won with jokes.” Ohman lifts his snifter, swirls the cognac, and intones. “To win a war, a nation must concentrate.”
All at the bar seem frozen in the moment, mesmerized by the smooth voice of Mr. Ohman, wondering what he might say next. Ohman stares straight into the camera through his glass. He sets his glass down and walks to the restroom, but all continue to stare at the glass on the bar; all except Tim the bartender, who has been too busy doing what all bartenders do endlessly in films: cleaning shot glasses with a white towel (plus, it is clear to one and all, Tim is stupid as a peanut butter sandwich).“Hey, what’s he yakking about?” says Tim, breaking the mood. He waves his bar rag at the monitor, where the newsman can be seen talking excitedly without sound. “something big’s going on.” A synapse slowly lights a connection in Tim’s dense grey cells, and he remembers he turned the volume off. He snaps it on, saying “Speak up, jerk!” (I would like to admit at this point that I found Tim unaccountably irritating, far beyond anything reason would allow).What the “jerk” has to say is that previous rumors about planes in Alaska have been confirmed. It’s a Blue Alert! Hundreds of unidentified aircraft have been spotted over Alaska, making their way south toward the mainland of America! The mood in the bar goes from complacent-good-times to grim-set-jaws in a heartbeat. I better get back to the station, says Potter, and beats a hasty exit after letting his voice drop a lecherous octave or two as he says goodbye to Carla (throughout the scene, our hotshot reporter has traded sexual jousts and flirtations with Carla, practically giving her a grope right in front of her date, George).Well, it’s the Ruskies, all right, and they’re flying and parachuting in by the thousands, killing workers and radio operators and immediately setting up shop (they have a network of spies already set up throughout the very weave of the fabric of American life!). While the film makers take great pains never to establish Russia as the invading force, they take equal pains to ensure that we understand that’s exactly who it is. The invading force refer to themselves as “the people’s army” and invading individuals take every opportunity to spout Marxist doctrine. In the stock areal footage from WWII, which is used to do a great deal of work in the film (a very great deal of work), Russian MiG fighters are shown more than once; and Russia is just miles off the Alaskan coast (as ex-vice presidential hopeful and Alaskan governor, Sarah Palin, has explained in numerous, albeit extremely brief, geography lessons).The enemy starts dropping A-bombs on us like kids egging a house; first served are the military bases and air fields – we see the interior of an enemy plane and the bombardier thumbing the bombs-away button so many times he looks like a kid hot-rodding a PlayStation controller. We see stock footage of the Trinity test several times, superimposed over footage of airfields (quite well done). We cut back to the bar and Potter has made his way back to the station and gives us the news from the hanging television. Along with the airbases, unofficial accounts report targets being hit all up and down the pacific coast with bombs “nearly as strong as the American bomb dropped on Nagasaki.”Potter interrupts his news summary for an emergency broadcast from the White House, and “the President” comes on to give an urgent address. American shores have been invaded and American bases and cities have been bombed with atomic weapons. We have responded in kind, and atomic war has been declared. For reasons unknown, the President has decided to speak to the American people in this time of crisis in one-quarter profile, so that all the television audience can see is the side of the back of his head as he speaks, presumably facing an empty office (in all Presidential addresses throughout the movie, we see the President from the same oblique angle). Instead of choosing an actor that might resemble then sitting President, Dwight Eisenhower, the film makers have chosen an actor that makes one think of Winston Churchill in both appearance and voice. He delivers a distinctly Churchillian address, which insures Americans: “At this very minute, hundreds of our fastest bombers are speeding toward the enemy’s homeland. We shall bomb their bases and their armies; their factories and their railroads; their harbors and their oilfields. Our own atom bomb, more powerful than any the world has ever known, will reek a terrible vengeance upon that nation whose long threat to the peace of the world today became a reality.”
During the news summaries and presidential address, the bar understandably thins out considerably. Congressman Harraway and Ohman have made themselves scarce; the congressman skedaddling back to Washington and “Mr.” Ohman slinking off God knows where, probably to some opium den or library, the self righteous, foreign bastard. Despite the outbreak of invasion and nuclear war, and the sudden slim pickings at this bar, Tim keeps cleaning classes in preparation, I suppose, for the post holocaust crush.Vince returns to the bar and sidles up quickly next to Carla (George, her abstentious date, and Ed the lonesome cattle wrangler have huddled up together in stunned camaraderie, leaving the path to Carla wide open for a smoothie like our eager reporter). Vince pours his beer into a glass and tells all present that things are far worse than his last report. He tells of more atom bombs dropping on more cities, tens of thousands of Americans dead, etc. etc. Can you believe it, says George, right here in America. “Look at that,” says Vince, and the television shows hundreds of parachutes opening, dropping enemy soldiers into the state of Washington. The invasion has begun in force, and Americans are shooting at paratroopers from behind sandbags. “There goes one!” exclaims the broadcaster, as one of our boys plugs an enemy trying to struggle out of his parachute. During this extremely cinematic live broadcast, we see Vince go for the handhold with Carla, like a teenager making his move during a horror film, and Carla covers his hand with hers. Bang. George out. Vince in.
Everyone decides to scatter to the four winds: George and Ed head for home, California and Arizona respectively; Vince and Carla for a heated love affair; and Tim, more than likely staying right where he is, spending what time he has left in his usual 4-second-delay brain fugue, only a little confused as he mixes daiquiris. The scene ends with a paper boy walking through the bar, hawking an extra: America Invaded! America Invaded! Read All About it. (Time Machine Printing Press Invented! Able to Print Headlines within seconds of News Event! Read all about it!)
A good piece of the remainder of the film follows our characters to their terrifying fates: Ed the cattleman and his family are swept away by floods caused by the destruction of Boulder Dam, smashed to rubble by an atom bomb. Industrialist George is shot to death in his plant when he refuses another suggestion to make tanks, this time for the People’s Army! (George really has to eat it in his final moments as he gets slapped around by a former employee, a window washer, who in reality was an enemy spy. He at least cracks the guy in the jaw before taking one in the back). Congressman Harraway gets shot dead, along with other congressman, all climbing over each with a definite lack of dignity as they try for the exits of an invaded Senate Building in Washington. As for Carla and Vince, they head on back to Carla’s apartment, have a nice diner, and then make love. Hey, It’s like Vince says as he makes his grand move. “War or no war, people have to eat, drink, and make love.” You have to hand it to Vince: despite considerable distraction, he never took his eye off the ball. After their moment of passion, however, things don’t end up so rosy for our lovebirds, either. New York gets bombed (A-bombed, that is) and the city is knocked flat (Tim is found by searchers in the rubble, mixer still in his grip). Both Vince and Carla survive, but soon the secret radio station where Vince has been making broadcasts is overrun and Vince, at the point of execution, convinces two brutish members of the People’s army to escort him back to Carla’s apartment. How he manages to fool the two comrades is not explained, but far more importantly, why he leads these two dirty sub-humans back to his girlfriend’s apartment is a far bigger and sadder mystery. To help her escape, as he tells her? Escape, that is, from a situation he has brought to her door? Well, whatever his intentions, he fails miserably and gets shot dead by one of the enemy soldiers in quick fashion. The other hulk says to her gently, “He’s dead. You are my woman now.” No thank you, says Carla, by kicking the soldier in the nuts and jumping out her high rise window. She falls screeching to her death, her body spinning, spinning . . .Spinning right into Mr. Ohman’s snifter.Huh?Well, ahem, it seems it was all, well, not a dream, exactly. More like a trance. You see, Mr. Ohman is a sort of fortune teller, or a hypnotist, and he has put all at the bar (save lunkheaded Tim) into a trance where they have experienced a mass nightmare. It is a kind of omen, you see- (Mr. Ohman . . . Omen).“Mass hypnotism.” Says Vince, who has already rushed to take his post- nightmare position beside the very much alive Carla. “That’s what it was.”Mr. Ohman/omen tells them in summation that all they have dreamed will come true, unless they do something to change it. “If you wish to change what you will become, first change what you are,” says the pompous shit, very much begging an old-school ass whipping by his tortured bar buddies. He bids them a good day and leaves.And these born again patriots have learned their lesson and how! Instead of giving Mr. fancy pants the beating of his life, as would be any American’s impulse, they race off to their respective factories to make more tanks, or their ranches to raise cheaper beef, or to the senate floor to make better speeches; or in the case of Vince and Carla, to her apartment and make . . . well, everyone gets a brand new shiny dose of “America”, and all is put straight with the world.What left to say? Over time, this movie has become very easy to laugh at - how stupid we were then; how quaint and wrong-headed were our fears. How much more sophisticated and worldly we are now. Well, sure. I always tend to feel itchy, though, when laughing at the naivety of a passed time, chuckling from the vantage point of our present. Our present will become a laughable past very quickly, too. Will our grandchildren roll their eyes when we try to explain how frightening Islam was in our day? Hopefully, yes. With any luck, they’ll snort into their shirt cuffs. In watching this film, did anyone else’s smile freeze on their face when that tall, thin building in New York caught fire near the end and tumbled to the ground? Will future generations, who did not experience 911, have the slightest window into our frozen smiles? No. They won’t.
A piece of subtle film making, this isn’t. With regard to acting, all concerned perform as though they were making an army training film. It is propaganda, pure and simple. And while it is awfully fun to laugh through the unfounded fears of the past, think also of the feelings it produced when all those fears where fresh and real as the Taliban.
Pass that bag of good old, American-as-apple-pie, microwave popcorn! WATCH THE TRAILER BELOW! –Radiation Cinema