Film review

  • The Man with the Golden Arm

    Otto Preminger (1955)

    After serving a prison sentence and receiving treatment for drug addiction in the ‘Narcotic Farm’ in Lexington, Kentucky, Frankie Machine (Frank Sinatra) returns home.  Home is a run-down area of Chicago, where he lives with his wheelchair-bound wife, Zosh (Eleanor Parker), in a cramped apartment within a tenement building.  Frankie soon bumps into other old acquaintances:  Sparrow (Arnold Stang), a conman as diminutive as his name suggests, who makes a living selling stray dogs; Zero Schwiefka (Robert Strauss), for whose illegal card game Frankie used to be the dealer; Louie Foromowski (Darren McGavin), the pusher who supplied him with drugs; and Molly (Kim Novak),  a (young) old flame of Frankie’s, who works as a hostess in a local strip club and lives in the apartment downstairs from him and Zosh.  Frankie is determined to put his past behind him.  In the Narcotic Farm they told him he was good enough to play drums in a professional band.

    Otto Preminger’s The Man with the Golden Arm, adapted by Walter Newman and Lewis Meltzer from Nelson Algren’s 1949 novel of the same name, is all about Frankie’s losing battle to escape the legacy of his former life and into a better one.  Sam Leavitt’s cinematography – tight interiors; occasional, and therefore unexpected, rapid camera movements – captures the protagonist’s hemmed-in and increasingly perilous situation.  (The film was evidently shot in a studio rather than on location, which adds to the claustrophobia.)  Preminger’s treatment of the material is self-consciously modern and edgy, though.  Saul Bass’s animated opening titles sequence is fine but the director relies too heavily on Elmer Bernstein’s itchy, insistent, dissonant music.  More than one character falls melodramatically to their death from high up in the tenement building.  Leavitt’s visuals also include juddering zooms into Frankie’s eyes.

    Yet those eyes repay the camera’s close attention:  Frank Sinatra’s performance as the title character is one of his very best.  (Frankie’s golden arm refers to his skill as a card dealer and potential as a drummer, as well as to his seemingly incorrigible – and, for Louie, lucrative – habit of injecting heroin.)  The details of the character’s anxiety – flexing his knuckles, nervous movements of his fingers on his face – are conventional enough but remarkably authentic.  They express mounting tension to a degree that’s probably possible only when an actor is as physically relaxed as Sinatra is here.  Although a couple of Sparrow’s canines have screen charisma, they’re outshone by the star’s skinny underdog quality.  You keep rooting for Frankie.  Sinatra makes you feel both his hope – his hoping against hope – and the weight of, to mix animal metaphors, the monkey on his back.

    Otherwise, the acting is a hotchpotch.  In the supporting cast, there’s good work from Darren McGavin and from Emile Meyer as a businesslike but rueful police captain; there are also rote and overdone contributions from Robert Strauss as Schwiefka and other heavies.  The two leading ladies are bizarre polar opposites.  Eleanor Parker, too grand and senior for the role of Frankie’s wife, acts up a storm:  it’s surprising that Frankie wasn’t in prison for strangling Zosh (whose professed paralysis is soon revealed as tactical – a means of putting moral pressure on her husband to stay with her).  Kim Novak’s beauty is, as usual, almost literally statuesque.  Whenever she tries to act, she’s stiffly lethargic and, unlike Eleanor Parker, doesn’t look to be enjoying herself at all.  Even so, Novak is sometimes oddly touching.  Her presence is a distinctive, even relieving, aspect of the modernity Otto Preminger strains for.

    30 August 2023

  • Scrapper

    Charlotte Regan (2023)

    Another year, another debut feature about a pre-adolescent girl’s relationship with her erratic father from a young British writer-director called Charlotte.  Charlotte Wells’s Aftersun, which premiered at Cannes, was among the big success stories in 2022 cinema.  Charlotte Regan’s Scrapper first screened in January 2023 at Sundance, where it won the snappily-named Grand Jury Prize for the World Cinema Dramatic Competition.  Like Wells, Regan gets strong performances from her two lead actors.  The resemblances between the two films don’t go much further, however.  Aftersun is imaginative and a bit disorienting.  Scrapper is quirky but shallow.

    Twelve-year-old Georgie (Lola Campbell) lives on a council estate in east London (the film was shot on the Limes Farm Estate in Chigwell).  More remarkably, she has been living there alone since the recent death of her single parent, Vicky (Olivia Brady, seen in flashbacks and video footage).  Georgie claims – to social services and to Zeph (Ambreen Razia), the mother of Georgie’s sole friend and confidante, Ali (Alin Uzun) – that she shares the house with an uncle called Winston Churchill, and they all believe her.  Ali, with his mum’s permission, sometimes sleeps over at Georgie’s.  When social services phone to speak with the uncle, Georgie plays them a recording she’s made of a man’s voice – provided by a local shopkeeper who’s happy to help.  The recording is perfectly adequate because the questions asked by Georgie’s social workers (Asheq Akhtar and Jessica Fostekew) are predictable and perfunctory.  As far as these two are concerned, Georgie is attending school; she actually spends her time doing housework and stealing bikes, which she sells on to Nina (Aylin Tezel), whose lock-up is full of them.  One day, a young man (Harris Dickinson) arrives at the house and invites himself in.  This is Jason, the long-absent father whom Georgie doesn’t remember and whose arrival she instantly resents.  She tries to lock him out but he gets back in through an upstairs window.  Jason seems genuinely eager to get to know his daughter and there’s nothing threatening about him – except that he threatens to report Georgie to social services unless she’ll have him in the house, which she reluctantly agrees to do.  He sleeps on the settee that Ali slept on when he stayed nights there.

    The title refers to the child protagonist, who (a) is combative and (b) has built a scrap heap to the ceiling in what used to be her mother’s bedroom, which Georgie always keeps locked.  At the start of the film the proverb ‘It takes a village to raise a child’ arrives on the screen; it’s immediately crossed out and replaced by ‘I’ll raise myself thanks’.  The first time we see Georgie in the kitchen we notice on the wall a note about the five stages of grief.  Georgie is also crossing out each of these in turn – and, as she tells Ali, as quickly as possible.  Scrapper‘s narrative shows her gradually warming to Jason and learning, though without acknowledging this explicitly, that it’s OK to need someone and that that someone can help you cope with bereavement.  Already known (though not to me) ‘for her award-winning shorts and music videos’, Charlotte Regan decorates her film with details not only distinctive but designed to suggest that Scrapper is more thoroughly eccentric than it is.  The first such detail epitomises this.  ‘It takes a village to raise a child’ appears in a standard typeface whereas ‘I’ll raise myself thanks’ is handwritten.  That hint of individuality is deceptive.  The handwriting is pretty conventional, too, and the story plays out as a formulaic comedy-drama:  Georgie and Jason overcome years of separation and much suspicion on the girl’s part to build a relationship that’s trusting, affectionate and only mildly offbeat.

    Regan has been praised for blending social and magic realism.  The no-frills working-class context, in conjunction with Georgie’s alarming situation and feisty nature, supplies the film with a toughness that proves to be only a surface toughness.  The heroine isn’t in any danger to speak of.  She herself is responsible for the only physical violence in Scrapper when she sets about another girl.  Although Georgie and Ali discover a rifle bullet in Jason’s travel bag and she wonders if he means to kill her, she’s not frightened by the idea.  (It turns out Jason acquired the cartridge in his boyhood days of metal detecting and keeps it as a souvenir.)  Regan’s wacky interstices – animated talking spiders, Georgie’s visualised imaginings of who her father really is:  a montage of these shows Jason as a vampire, a convict, a gangster – serve to make the world of the film humorously artificial.  And although the subject – an only child’s loss of her only parent – seems bold, we rarely get much sense of what Georgie is experiencing emotionally.  A rare exception is the sequence where she loses, and searches frantically for, her mobile phone, which contains video footage of her mother; but that symbolically locked bedroom stays locked even after Jason gets hold of the key and inside.  In the story’s climax, which explains why he’s come back into Georgie’s life, he leaves his phone in the house so that his daughter can listen to the (very long) voicemail that the dying Vicky left on it, pleading with her ex to look after their child.  In other words, Regan is happy to rely on straightforward pathos when it suits.  She also consistently prefers an instant pay-off to coherence.  After biting into Jason’s ‘burnt garlic bread’, Georgie loses a tooth and her father reminds her to put it under her pillow for the tooth fairy.  She doesn’t know what he’s talking about – because, we’re meant to think, she’s had an upbringing too grimly challenging for sentimental inventions.  This generates a funny exchange:  when her father enlightens her, Georgie reckons the tooth fairy must owe her ten quid by now.  But why wouldn’t Georgie already know about the tooth fairy?  The evidence suggests that Vicky did all she could to care for her and make her childhood happy.

    Scrapper’s artificiality is increased by the stylised look of characters major and minor.  Georgie almost invariably wears a West Ham football shirt bearing the name of Dagenham Motors (an erstwhile sponsor of the club); Jason has cropped blonde hair à la Eminem (or, again, the way Eminem’s hair used to be:  I assume the writer-director, who grew up on a North London council estate, has set the action in the mid-noughties, when she was twelve).  Regan occasionally uses as a chorus people from the estate or otherwise on the margins of Georgie’s life, who make disparaging comments about her:  three identical little Black boys (the Oyesanwo brothers – Ayobami, Ayokunle and Ayooluwa), each dressed in a yellow shirt and sitting on his bicycle; five catty little white girls, all in pink (including Freya Bell as Layla, whom Georgie punches in the face); the two social workers; Mr Barrowclough (Cary Crankson), a teacher at Georgie’s school.  The sarcastic treatment of the social workers is laid on too thick and that of the teacher didn’t make sense to me.  His first remarks make clear he’s scornfully aware that Georgie’s not in school but when he bumps into her later in the film, Barrowclough is presented as concerned for her welfare, though ineffectually so.  Is his failure to put social services in the picture about Georgie meant to be a scathing (grossly unfair) comment on the apathy of public authorities?  That idea presumably also explains why, when Georgie and Jason first team up to steal a bike, the police spot them running away but don’t try to track the conspicuous duo down.

    In spite of all this, newcomer Lola Campbell and, especially, Harris Dickinson make Scrapper worth watching.  Jason says he was only eighteen when Georgie was born and that he and Vicky weren’t together long; it’s unclear how many of the last twelve years he has spent in Ibiza, from where he’s just returned (he had a job selling tickets for clubs on the island).  He may be thirty but Jason is portrayed as still a big kid – he’s never seen in long trousers for a start.  When it looks as if he’s abandoned Georgie again, she finds him kicking a ball about with local boys half his age; at the end of the film, he seems to have developed into her new best mate as much as a father figure.  (Ali is virtually dropped from the second half, a pity because Alin Uzun gives a nice performance.)  Harris Dickinson’s height means that Jason is a literally big kid or a tall one anyway.  The beanpole callowness is amusing but Dickinson has empathy to spare.  He’s never making fun of the character.  Even allowing that the film was shot two years ago, he’s playing alongside less experienced feature-film actors – adults as well as children – but he blends in very naturally.  The talented Lola Campbell is at her best in her scenes with him.  Standing on a station platform at the start of a day out together, Jason tells Georgie that he and Vicky used to invent conversations between strangers who caught their attention.  Jason and Georgie now do the same; as they watch a couple of commuters on the opposite platform, a man and a woman, they work up a dialogue about a collapsing marriage.  This improvisation is Scrapper‘s most enjoyable moment.  You don’t necessarily believe that Georgie is in character here.  You do know that Lola Campbell and Harris Dickinson are having fun with the improv.  Their pleasure is infectious.

    29 August 2023

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