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Bullz-Eye’s 2008 Fall Movie Preview

The mercury’s falling, sports fans are turning their attention from baseball to football, and twerpy kids across the country are back in school where they belong. Fall is here, and for the movie lover, that means it’s time for Hollywood to begin its annual turning away from substance-free popcorn movies and toward thoughtful dramas and Oscar hopefuls.

Between early September and Thanksgiving, the studios will be working overtime to get you into the theater – Lionsgate, just to give one example, has more movies coming out than some companies release in an entire year. To help you cut through the clutter, Bullz-Eye has assembled a list of the 20 most-anticipated films of the season, including the latest Bond flick (“Quantum of Solace”), Guy Ritchie’s return to the crime caper genre (“RocknRolla”), and Oscar bait like “The Soloist” and “The Road.” Check out the list (complete with trailers), and then come back to discuss what fall movies you’re most looking forward to seeing.

DVD Spotlight: “The Eastwood Jazz Collection”

Today, we take jazz too seriously for its own good. There was a time, though, when jazz was at least as edgy and disreputable as rap and rock and roll were not so long ago. Four recent DVD releases raid the Warner Brothers library — and borrow the name of our nation’s best known movie tough-guy and jazz lover — to give us a fascinating but decidedly uneven look into the low down past of what we now call “America’s classical music.”

Directed by skilled journeyman Anatol Litvak, 1941’s “Blues in the Night” is a tale of hard-luck late-depression era musicians on the run and features enough young talent on hand to fascinate any film geek. Writer Robert Rossen would go on to directing and become one of Hollywood’s most successful realists with classics like “The Hustler,” while supporting actor Elia Kazan would go much further, becoming by far the most influential American theater and film director of his generation with “A Streetcar Named Desire” and “On the Waterfront”; then-editor Don Siegel is credited with the film’s enjoyably wacky montage sequences and eventually became one of America’s greatest action filmmakers (“Dirty Harry,” the 1956 original of “Invasion of the Body Snatchers”) and the primary directing mentor to Clint Eastwood. On its own, however “Blues in the Night” is a lot more “interesting” than actually “good.” It’s an intriguing attempt to set the socially conscious early Warner Brothers aesthetic to a jazz beat, but the story isn’t strong enough, leading man Richard Whorf isn’t much of a screen presence, and the corn-level is excessive. On the other hand, this disc also has some nice extras, including one of the very many Warner Brothers cartoons to include the song “Blues in the Night,” which was written specifically for the film and netted an Oscar nomination for Tin Pan Alley greats Harold Arlen and Johnny Mercer.

Balancing out the lefty, pro-FDR agenda of “Blues in the Night” is a film from the height of the McCarthy era, 1955’s “Pete Kelly’s Blues” – best known to the friends of my youth as “that weird twenties jazz movie with Jack Webb.” Webb, who also directed, had only recently forged an onscreen tough-guy person as super-dick Joe Friday of the L.A.P.D with the “Dragnet” radio series and a 1954 film version. This widescreen, color epic attempts to blend Webb’s hatred of all things criminal with his love for the early days of jazz.

It’s a fun but uneasy mix. Though the plot makes little sense and the music sometimes sounds more 1956 than 1927, the pace is a model of Dragnet-style efficiency and, Webb aside, it’s got quite a cast. The lovely and talented Janet Leigh shows up as Kelly’s main squeeze, none other than Lee-Freaking-Marvin is around as the second banana musician-tough guy, and an Oscar-nominated performance by singer Peggy Lee (“Is That All There Is?”) as an abused moll is touching. It also includes a musical appearance by jazz and pop great Ella Fitzgerald, who couldn’t really act but who could sing better than any human before or since. The almost fatal flaw here is that Webb himself simply lacked the charm and presence of a strong romantic lead. Maybe that’s why Joe Friday never seemed to go on a date.

(Also, for those of us who grew up watching “Dragnet,” it’s weird to see his character winking at, and even engaging in, all that illegal prohibition-era boozing. You half expect Webb – who gave many an anti-reefer speech on his TV show — to knock a drink from someone’s hand and lecture them on the dangers of bathtub gin.)

Jack Webb might have been the first right-leaning screen cop and filmmaker to have a serious passion for jazz, but, competent as he was, he was far from the best. Clint Eastwood’s love of the music is so great that he couldn’t resist throwing lengthy stretches of the stuff into his otherwise taut directorial debut, the pre-“Fatal Attraction” 1971 thriller, “Play Misty for Me,” and it was a better movie for it. And there’s no complaints at all about the casting of his first “serious” film as a director, the 1988 biopic “Bird.” Though he won a Golden Globe and the acting award at Cannes, star Forest Whitaker (“The Last King of Scotland“) was robbed of a nomination for an Oscar (which he should have then won) for his biting, but spot-on sympathetic portrait of the heroin-addicted jazz trailblazer Charlie Parker. There are some extremely funny moments, but this an overwhelmingly dark film, both literally and figuratively, and not on the same level as Eastwood’s amazing recent run of instant classics, but Whitaker’s performance and Eastwood’s clear love of the music makes this film well worth anyone’s time.

Ironically enough, a few years before, non-actor Dexter Gordon was Oscar nominated for his compelling but extremely mumbly turn as a substance-addicted jazz man in 1984’s “’Round Midnight.” Largely inspired by the life of another troubled bebop innovator, Bud Powell, this film stars real-life jazz great Gordon as Dale Turner, an expatriate saxophonist falling prey to the bottle and stumbling through mid-fifties Paris. A chance at salvation is offered by his friendship with an ardent fan with troubles of his own, played by François Cluzet (most recently seen free-running his way through Paris in “Tell No One.”) Directed by Bertrand Tavernier, this is a fine example of what Quentin Tarantino calls a “hang out” movie — a film that’s not so much about its plot, but about spending time with some cool people, and that’s precisely what this sincere and easygoing semi-classic offers.

Naturally the other attraction here is lots of great bop and blues, which, going against the usual film production routine, was actually recorded live during the production. Director Tavernier’s idea was to give the film a greater immediacy. It works and no doubt contributed to that Best Score Oscar given to keyboardist/composer Herbie Hancock (“Rock It”), who plays a Southern cooking-obsessed piano player in the film. “’Round Midnight” is a sincere ode to jazz and a look at how devotion to art can destroy a life, while also making it worth living.

Blue City

One of these days, I’m going to pull together a feature about the forgotten films of the Brat Pack, and when I do, you can count on “Blue City” meriting inclusion. It’s not that the flick necessarily deserves rediscovery, but it’s definitely an interesting curiosity of the mid-1980s, if only because of the parties involved: it stars Judd Nelson, Ally Sheedy, David Caruso, Scott Wilson, and Paul Winfield (Best Actor Oscar nominee for 1972’s “Sounder”), features a soundtrack by Ry Cooder, is based on a novel by Ross MacDonald, and features a script that was co-written by Lukas Heller (“The Dirty Dozen,” “Too Late the Hero,” “Monte Walsh”) and Walter Hill (“The Getaway,” “The Warriors,” “48 Hours”). Nelson stretches his acting range by playing a bad boy who returns home after a five-year absence to find that his father – the town’s mayor – has been murdered. The description on the back of the DVD box, which refers to Nelson as “a wisecracking hero who isn’t afraid to bust a few heads to get the information he needs,” reveals that this was just one of the many “Beverly Hills Cop” rip-offs which were hitting theaters at the time, and for all of the talent involved, it’s still no more than an average action film, with the biggest laugh coming not from Nelson’s purported wisecracks but, rather, from the idea that someone with Sheedy’s figure could be hired as a dancer at the local strip club…especially when she’s not even that great a dancer!

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Hitler: The Last Ten Days

Say whatever awful things that you want about Adolf Hitler, because there’s little question that he deserves every sling and arrow that you want to throw in his direction, but you can’t say he wasn’t a fascinating individual. “Hitler: The Last Ten Days” is a film that wants to be just as fascinating, but it fails at least as often as it succeeds. The biggest ongoing problem is that, while Sir Alec Guinness unquestionably has the acting chops to pull off the role of the Fuhrer, his decision to stick with his own accent rather than a German one never fails to be distracting. (Don’t tell me it’s because he couldn’t do a German accent!) Setting aside the accent, Guinness’s performance is solid, both in his ferocious outbursts as well as his chilling calm, such as when he makes the suggestion that the Hitler Youth be sent to the front lines. Ennio de Concini selected a slightly strange tone for the film, however, going for humor in the oddest moments. For instance, when Hitler marries Eva Braun (Doris Kunstmann), the officiant nervously asks Hitler, as required by the text, “Are you Aryan?” Later, after Hitler and Braun commit suicide, the first thing the Fuhrer’s subordinates do is light up cigarettes, since Hitler didn’t allow smoking. Granted, these things are based on fact, but the inherent darkness of the events are inappropriately lightened up at times, such as when de Concini chooses to have the post-suicide smoke-fest scored to cheery, upbeat music, almost as if to say, “Hey, Hitler’s dead! Time to party!” “Hitler: The Last Ten Days” is worth seeing, but if you want a film about Hitler with a tone that more accurately matches the subject matter, better you should pick up Oliver Hirschbiegel’s “Downfall.”

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David Carradine has mixed feelings about “Race” remake

When “Death Race,” Paul W.S. Anderson’s remake of the 1975 Roger Corman production, “Death Race 2000,” arrives in theaters on August 22, fans of the original film will be pleased to hear a familiar voice behind the mask of the racer known as Frankenstein: David Carradine, who played the same character in the original film…sort of.

“I’ve seen a lot of it, and it’s essentially a cartoon,” said Carradine, in an interview with Bullz-Eye.com. “It’s only vaguely related to ‘Death Race 2000.’ It’s not a remake. It’s not even an adaptation. It’s just a completely different idea, with people who think that there’s a modern viewpoint that’s different somehow.”

Despite these changes, Carradine describes “Death Race” as “a pretty good movie,” though he’s less than certain about how it will do at the box office. ”

“I don’t know how people are going to respond to it,” Carradine admitted. “It doesn’t have the humor or even the humanity that the original had. I think was the point of ‘Death Race 2000’ (was) that it was funny. The other thing was the moralistic aspect of it. Roger Corman said, ‘I intended to make a movie that was mainly action, secondarily it was a moralistic film, and thirdly it would’ve been a comedy. And what I got was comedy, action, moral.’ But he said, ‘You can’t argue with these grosses!'”

“I know you can’t just remake the original just like it was, because today it would be really corny,” acknowledges Carradine, “but my answer to that is, ‘Let’s just not do it.’ But I’m not Universal.”

As for his cameo, Carradine says, “I think they just did that as a nod to the old fans, saying, ‘Well, David Carradine is in this movie!'”

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