Sunday, August 18, 2024

Le Sacré Monstre: Charles Bronson in Europe, Part One

Charles Bronson led a decades long career in film and television and his tenure had several distinct chapters. Many people associate Bronson with his notable ensemble appearances in stone-cold 60s adventure classics such as The Great Escape or The Dirty Dozen. There's a dedicated following for Bronson's wild Cannon years that produced films like 10 to Midnight or Kinjite: Forbidden Subjects. However, for the majority of film watchers of the last few decades, Charles Bronson has become essentially synonymous with the Death Wish series. Bronson first played Paul Kersey - an even tempered architect turned into a grim specter of retribution by the murder of his wife and rape of his daughter - in 1974 and would go on to reprise the role four more times throughout the 80s and 90s. Though the quality of the sequels is debatable, the series undoubtedly cemented Bronson in the annals of great action movie stars. Bronson was already in his 50s when he acted in Death Wish and by that time he (or more probably his agent) was advertising himself as the "Top World Box Office Star" and claiming the mantle of the highest paid male movie actor in the world. However, not even ten years before that and after decades of acting in Hollywood, Bronson was doing walk-on parts for television and relegated almost exclusively to supporting roles. What happened between Charles Bronson as journeyman character actor and Charles Bronson as international superstar leading man was a body of European work that fundamentally altered Bronson's career trajectory. Before Death Wish or even The Mechanic, Bronson had become a massive draw - particularly in France and Italy but also throughout Europe - based on 4-5 years of work and 10 films that are very distinct from the movies he would become best known for. Bronson's virile physicality and remarkable countenance (fans named him Le Sacré Monstre in France and Il Bruto in Italy - the sacred monster and the brute, respectively) assuredly played a part in his rise to European prominence but he was also able to express a wider range of characters and genres, playing more than the taciturn angel of death he would later become so associated with. Bronson's European work presents a fascinating series of films and I would argue some of the most interesting work in his fifty year career.

Bronson's European odyssey largely began in 1967. It was the year that Charlie would appear in Robert Aldrich's absurdly stacked ensemble action epic, The Dirty Dozen. Dozen would prove to be a massive commercial success despite receiving criticism for its explicit violence from historically squeamish critics like Roger Ebert and Bosley Crowther. American audiences clearly had a taste for bloodshed and that would become increasingly apparent over the next decade. Success for The Dirty Dozen didn't necessarily translate into success for Bronson, though. While he made appearances in popular series like The Fugitive and The Virginian, film offers in Hollywood were not coming his way. Bronson liked the work but never felt like television was the right fit for him: "I decided that motion pictures were my game...but I guess I just wasn't the kind of actor they could put under contract" Bronson had been turning down offers from the foreign film market for some time, preferring to work domestically and wanting to be successful in Hollywood. However, his desire to work in films overcame his propensity to remain in California and he eventually acquiesced. 

Bronson's first forays into the European film market were both co-productions to some degree - financed by European companies or shot in European locations but featuring other American stars. Guns for San Sebastian (1968) was a French/Italian/Mexican co-production starring Anthony Quinn as an outlaw who finds sanctuary from the Mexican authorities when the residents of a remote mountain village mistake him for their new priest. The village is subject to periodic raids by Yaqui natives and Bronson plays the role of Teclo, a half Yaqui vaquero who tries to convince the villagers to reject Christianity and embrace the Yaqui traditions so as to prevent further raids. Quinn's outlaw, unsurprisingly, isn't a tremendous asset for the spiritual health of the village but he is able to rally them to effectively fight the Yaqui; culminating in a massive battle scene finale. Despite gorgeous scope photography from the impeccable Armand Thirard (Diabolique, Wages of Fear), a killer score from Ennio Morricone, and production value that clearly made it onto the screen; Guns is not a particularly inspired take on the well-traveled tale of an exceptionally competent outsider helping a downtrodden village defend against an external threat. Helmed by Henri Verneuil, his buttery directorial style that serves him so well in elegant French crime pictures doesn't feel propulsive or muscular enough for a historical epic - though the action scenes are well composed when they do occur. The actors; Quinn, Bronson, Sam Jaffe, and Anajette Comer; are all charismatic enough but their characters aren't particularly interesting. Bronson was said to have enjoyed himself during the shoot but ultimately held a negative opinion of Guns. He felt that the picture came apart during the scriptwriting and seeing as that there are a half-dozen writing credits attached to the film, it's easy to agree with him. Still, Guns is notable as Bronson's first test of European waters.

Bronson's second "European" film is primarily an American effort. Produced by Paramount and featuring big name American talent in front of (Yul Brynner, Bob Mitchum) and behind the camera (Buzz Kulik), Villa Rides was shot entirely in Spain and does utilize some international actors as well. Villa Rides is a later entry to the Zapata Western genre and while not a great film, it remains an interesting one. Sam Peckinpah had an early crack at the script and was potentially (along with Sergio Leone) offered the directorial chair. I don't know if he and Peckinpah collaborated or not but Robert Towne also has a writing revision. Since both Peckinpah and Towne were fascinated by violence, it's unsurprising that the final product is an extremely bloody affair. However where Peckinpah or Sergio Leone would have had something to say about the violence, Buzz Kulik's relatively straightforward direction and lack of political context renders the brutality totally incongruous with an otherwise standard western/adventure story. The characters we're supposed to be rooting for routinely execute dozens of people and at times it's even played for laughs. Notoriously, there is a scene where Charles Bronson's Fierro lines up three men (carefully adjusting their positions) so he can kill all three with a single bullet. This is meant as comedy(?) Still, The larger battle sequences are impressive and there's also a great deal of actual stunt airplane footage  Brynner, Mitchum, and Bronson sharing the screen is fun even it none of them deliver stellar performances. Other notable cast members are Frank Wolff, Herbert Lom, Fernando Rey, and Italian model Maria Grazia Buccella. This is the first movie where Bronson wore his iconic mustache, his first with his new wife Jill Ireland, and one of the last movies where Bronson played a supporting role. Perhaps most importantly, it was during the shooting of Villa Rides that Bronson agreed to co-star in his first fully European production.

There are differing accounts of how Charles Bronson was eventually recruited to star alongside Alain Delon in Adieu l'Ami (known as either Farewell, Friend or Honor Among Thieves in the US). The director Jean Herman (later known as Jean Vautrin) claims that he, writer Sébastien Japrisot, and producer Serge Silberman spent a week in a Hollywood hotel seeking Americans to star in the picture. After striking out repeatedly they managed to sign Bronson on the final day they were in the country. I've also read that Delon was particularly impressed with Bronson in Machine Gun Kelly (1958) or that he became a fan of Bronson's paintings and wanted him specifically for the role. Contrastingly, I've heard the Silberman and Delon were pursuing Richard Widmark and only turned to Bronson as a last resort when Widmark was unavailable. Initial motivations aside, Bronson's then-agent Paul Kohner has provided the generally accepted version: that Serge Silberman made the trip out to Spain and offered Bronson the co-starring role, more money than he was used to, and the pitch that the European audiences were more attracted to characters than matinee idol looks (Alain Delon would seem to be the glaring exception). While Bronson's acceptance was a reluctant one, Kohner felt it was this decision that ultimately paved the way for Bronson's future ascent to superstardom. 

Adieu l'Ami is the story of two French Legionnaires, Delon and Bronson, returning to Marseilles after a deployment in Algeria. Propp (Bronson) attempts to lure Barran (Delon) to join him as a soldier of fortune in the Congo, but Barran insists on staying in Marseilles to repay the lover of a man who he accidentally killed. Barran's agreement involves breaking into a French corporation's safe to return some improperly taken bearer bonds and he works undercover as medical staff to perform the appropriate reconnaissance. Propp decides to stick around Marseilles and finds work pimping and running scams on his rich clientele (this results in a positively bizarre scene involving a rotating car park and a ventriloquist dummy). Barran commits to cracking the safe over a holiday weekend and Propp manages to insinuate himself into the job after overhearing millions could be held there. The two accidentally get themselves locked into the vault room with no food or water and while they are initially at complete odds with each other, they ultimately join forces to escape. The thriller set up continues to unfold in a convoluted fashion of reveals and betrayals ultimately erupting in a violent shootout. 

Adieu l'Ami has an unorthodox structure and subverts many expectations one might have for what initially appears to be a heist picture. The robbery is not a work of slick professionalism but more of a test of endurance as the two men try to crack the safe code through brute repetition of number combinations. When the somewhat unsatisfactory heist concludes, there's another hour of film that supplies further tests of Propp and Barran's fidelity towards one another. The key to Adieu l'Ami is in the title as it's less of a strict crime picture and actually a film about the bonds of friendship forged between two men on the outskirts of society. It's the code of honor instantly recognizable in the films of Melville or Mann or Woo and it works beautifully here as Delon and Bronson have genuinely great chemistry together. Delon's coolness is to be expected and it pairs remarkably well with Bronson's playfulness and Cheshire cat grin (which may be more of a surprise to fans who only know him from his more dour, less animated roles). Of course, the physicality of both actors is also on display with extended sequences of them stripped to the waist, sweating, sometimes fighting, and sometimes embracing. Whether you consider this to be homosexual subtext or not, this is certainly a film squarely centered on male love. Bronson came away from l'Ami with an enduring respect for Delon but unfortunately didn't think much of the film or Jean Herman. Despite the somewhat awkward plot, l'Ami is an incredibly stylish picture and Herman's visual inventiveness is clearly evident. Working alongside cinematographer Jean-Jacques Tarbès (La Piscine, Borsalino, Two Men in Town), Herman does a great deal to reflect the psychology of the film and its principals visually even when things get hazy narratively. Regardless of Bronson's or critics' appraisals, Adieu l'Ami went on to become a massive hit in France, raking in $6 million (well over $50 million adjusted for inflation). Charles Bronson was officially a box office draw in Europe, joining the ranks of unconventional leading men like Jean Paul Belmondo, and he would go on to only play leading and co-leading roles for the rest of his career. 

Friday, August 9, 2024

Best New-to-Me: July 2024

July was a crazy month. I was very busy with the day job and it included travel as well as some major transitions. The dust is only now beginning to settle and I'm able to catch my breath. On the film side of things, I still watched plenty of movies but I allowed time for re-watches - either because I had shiny new copies of beloved favorites or I was exhausted enough that only the familiar appealed. The worst casualty of this month was my theatrical attendance which has a solitary entry down below. Fortunately, I still saw many great movies, was still excited by some new-to-me movies, and I'm very energized about some local programming over the next couple of months. 

This has always been a fairly eclectic space as far as film choices go. I think early on I had a lot more horror/cult entries, but there's always been some arthouse stuff as well as a smattering of new releases. Looking over what I watched in July, it's essentially all crime films. It has become the most essential part of my viewing week after week. It's a malleable genre with a lot of different facets and I can't imagine tiring of it anytime soon but I apologize to anyone who looks into this blog on occasion hoping for some real weirdo underground stuff. October will come sooner than later and I have a lot of things I'd like to watch and write about then. For now, here's to crime!


Hunter Will Get You (1976) - Far from Belmondo's best but a tribute to his impeccable onscreen charisma as well as an absolutely smoking Michel Colombier soundtrack. It blends the heist genre with a bit of international law enforcement intrigue that moves Hunter beyond a standard police procedural. Bruno Cremer manages a convincingly ruthless portrayal of the sociopathic killer that Belmondo is pursuing even if his character has some unfortunate queer villain characterization. Writer/director Philippe Labro also helmed Without Apparent Motive (1971) which is similarly decent. Both films have compelling casts, great location footage, and killer tunes. Certainly worth a look if you're a fan of French crime films of the era.


The Big Heat (1953) - I'm not the world's biggest themed marathon enthusiast but every so often I stumble into one of my own making. This year I found myself with lots of movies and plenty of free time on Independence Day. The result was my first (and possibly last) 4th of Ju-Lee Marvinthon wherein I watched a bunch of Lee Marvin movies in a row. It was a mix of revisits and new-to-me films and they were all great. I don't know if I need to say a lot about The Big Heat as it's hardly unknown but I will say that it knocked me flat with how intense it is. So many classic period noirs ('53 is a little later, I suppose) suffer from a brand of moral shrillness but Fritz Lang's hardboiled rager positively immolates anything of the sort. The criminals are predictably irredeemable but Heat differentiates itself with a scathing depiction of law enforcement and municipal corruption. Women are subject to the absolute worst Heat can dish out including some gasp inducing violence - but they also get to inhabit real characters on the screen. Gloria Grahame as Marvin's long suffering moll is nothing short of spectacular in this. Possibly one of the best performances I've seen all year. I appreciate Glenn Ford's take-no-shit toughness, but Grahame has all the best lines and adds some genuine pathos to the finale. Marvin's sadistic gangster is pretty smarmy even for a guy known for his villains. My understanding is the source novel is based on the author's experiences in Philadelphia but the film goes with a fictional city. Lang's vision is a dark one so it's no mystery why the kept the locale vague.

Violent Saturday (1955) - Shot largely on location in an Arizona mountain town - Richard Fleischer's daylight heist thriller really surprised me. The opening consists of an extended introduction to the town's inhabitants and reveals a complex web of interpersonal connections and melodramas. It results in a bit of a slow burn even if (per the title) the action ratchets up once the robbery goes down. It's a terrific looking scope, color film and has a splendid cast of actors - Victor Mature, Marvin (of course), Virginia Leath, J. Carrol Naish, and improbably Ernest Borgnine as an Amish farmer. The finale goes on too long and ends up kind of flat but everything building up to actual heist is excellent. When the bank job finally goes off it's white knuckle tension through to the denouement. Marvin again is a particularly cruel criminal which largely defined his career until The Dirty Dozen.

The Killers (1964) - This Don Siegel 60s noir was originally intended for television but wound up being far too hot for the small screen. Taking the kernel of Hemmingway's short story and expanding it through time and geography while being supported by an absolutely knockout cast. Marvin plays a hard, but professional hitman who's partner is the deliriously entertaining Clu Gulager. Gulager's fidgety health obsessed killer is chilling in a remarkably playful way. He's like a kid who pulls the legs off of spiders for fun. John Cassavetes is roughly the protagonist - a doomed race car driver who falls for the wiles of Angie Dickinson who acts as femme fatale. Killers was the last screen role for Ronald Reagan and the only villainous role of his career. It's a little surreal to watch him in this kind of part, but I think it really works. If you're a fan of the era there are all manner of interesting connections between this and other films. Marvin and Dickinson would be reunited in Point Blank and honestly Killers has such a similar 60s vibe that you could believe it's rooted in Richard Stark's fiction just as easily as born from Hemmingway. The budget limitations show around the edges but Siegel was made for this kind of material and the cast is so much fun that I hardly noticed. Did I mention you get to see Cassavetes punch Ronnie in the face? That has to be worth the price of admission alone.

Nice Guy (2012) - Every so often I'm compelled to try and dig up some 21st Century genre film because I know there are some gems out there that flew under my radar. Either they only ever did the festival circuit or they got dumped on some streamer without much recognition. Pascal Bergamin's and Cavan Clerkin's Nice Guy isn't exactly an unheralded masterpiece, but it's a solid, super low budget crime thriller that's worth your 89 minutes. Largely bound to interior settings - drab apartments and not entirely convincing strip clubs -  and I wish they could have leaned into more location footage to liven up the look of the film a bit. Still, the plot definitely held my interest and each sequence of nighttime exterior shots does add a little grit to the proceedings. Probably not outrageous enough to become a cult favorite but the climax is definitely memorable and surprisingly grim.

Trouble Man (1972) - Absurdly entertaining but plenty hard when it needs to be. Trouble Man has been on my watchlist for a while but I was struggling to find a version that a) didn't look like crap and b) didn't have the music replaced/updated for copyright reasons. Terrific cast with crackling dialogue - Robert Hooks' Mr. T fights, shoots, and jives as well as any 70s protagonist but also has some great sequences of shoe leather detective work, espionage, and essentially a penthouse siege that had me thinking about Richard Stark/Parker. Some tremendous action and that Marvin Gaye score is superb. I believe Ivan Dixon's The Spook Who Sat by the Door is getting a restoration this year and I'm just hoping a lot more attention can be heaped on this uniquely talented actor/director.

The Nickel Ride (1974) - Character driven slow burn noir that focuses on the mundanity of a life of crime early on and then descends into bleak 70s paranoia. It has a tremendous mood and comparisons to Eddie Coyle are apt as far as atmosphere goes. Coyle is punctuated by action driven heist sequences though and Nickel Ride is much more content to remain a character piece.  There are a handful of scenes that dig into Cooper's grit and Jason Miller cornered the market on world weariness. Still, a little more viciousness would have turned the tension up a notch and would make Ride a stone cold crime classic in my book. I'm so enamored of the era and the genre that I'd pick up a nice restoration if available (I think this only made it to dvd) but it's definitely worth a watch.

The Drowning Pool (1975) - Paul Newman's second Harper film feels like a bit of a throwback to '66. I have to believe that's intentional as both Newman and director Stuart Rosenberg were certainly capable of making a modern feeling film. However, if you're willing to be charmed by a detective yarn that combines wit and cynicism without getting nearly as bleak as its contemporaries - Drowning Pool delivers on that front. The cast is rock solid - notably featuring Linda Haynes who is the female lead in Nickel Ride - and I love moving Harper down to Louisiana for a different flavor. What makes Pool really special is the Gordon Willis cinematography. It's an absolutely gorgeous looking film and while the mood is relatively light Willis has no issues serving up some beautifully dark shots you could can get lost in. I can't put this in the same tier as say The Long Goodbye  or Night Moves but the look of it is so terrific that it's hard for me not to love.

The Crime is Mine (2023) - I was really hoping this one might land at the local French film festival this year as seeing it on a big screen with an audience seemed like the right way to do it. Instead, I watched it on a bumpy plane ride. Not ideal! Still, this is a handsome and breezy caper romp with some fun nods even if it never becomes anything of substance. It is very silly at times and maybe too slight for some people - but there are worse ways to spend your time than admiring the costumes and enjoying a libation of your choice. Undoubtedly, Isabelle Huppert runs off with the whole damn show when she appears and I do like this films appreciation for early French silents. The lightest of light entertainments but maybe you need something to watch with your mom.

Heat (1986) - Weirdly, I also re-watched Michael Mann's Heat in July but I'm glad to have finally gotten around Dick Richards' and Burt Reynolds' Las Vegas set neo-noir. I've always heard mixed things about this one and I think it's fair to say that it is uneven. It has a strikingly melancholy vibe but then mixes in some goofy humor that didn't always land with me. Still, I was invested in following these Vegas oddballs around and when the action does kick in - it has a seriously visceral, almost exploitation movie feel to it. Reynolds' ex-soldier, Nick, disdains the use of firearms so he becomes a lethal MacGyver of violence when the need arises. It was also nice to see another role from Karen Young who absolutely floored me when I watched Handgun/Deep in the Heart earlier this year. It seems like Reynolds really struggled to get out from underneath his more comedic persona but I have to admit digging what I've been seeing from him. 

P.J. (1968) - Another 60s crime scorcher featuring George Peppard. P.J. is a product of its time and hardly anything I'd call enlightened. However, it's still a ripper of a P.I. story with great music and surprisingly hard hitting violence towards the end. Peppard rides the line between smartass and hard luck case deftly and Raymond Burr is about as fine a heavy as you're going to get. The story begins in a typically noir NYC setting but then detours for a spell to a Caribbean island under British rule. The politics on display aren't amazing, but the exploitative nature of white people and their money is certainly noted. This interlude lends P.J. more of a jet-setting feel which works well with the international cast and differentiates it a bit from the dozens of city-bound mysteries from the same time. John Guillerman was largely a journeyman but he managed some smart British neo-noirs before he started tackling 70s disaster movies and P.J. is akin to the former. There's an early brawling sequence that works well in establishing Peppard's character and also features one of my favorites: "Judo" Gene LeBell. Maybe close to a comfort food watch for me, but I really enjoyed this one.


Theatrical Screenings!

Razorback (1984) - Sadly the lone entry for theatrical screenings in July. I'm still really happy we made it out for everyone's favorite killer boar movie. I forget just how weird Razorback really is but it's an absolute joy to see it play on the big screen in all its 1980s music video styled glory. The narrative rambles in some odd directions which tends to make it polarizing even though I think everyone is largely in favor of the look and practical effects. Wildly it sounds like the source novel is even more of a mess and the filmmakers actually trimmed down the story to make it more comprehensible. Either way, I still dig this pig.


The Working Class Goes to Hell - Thief (1981)

Criterion announced Thief  on 4K and Robert Prosky would have turned 94 today so I thought I would revisit and republish this older review ...