The Wages of Fear.

Review #2337: The Wages of Fear.

Cast: 

Yves Montand (Mario), Charles Vanel (Jo), Folco Lulli (Luigi), Peter van Eyck (Bimba), Véra Clouzot (Linda), William Tubbs (Bill O'Brien), Darío Moreno (Hernandez), and Jo Dest (Smerloff) Directed by Henri-Georges Clouzot.

Review: 

Time really does mean some directors and films stand tall after death. Henri-Georges Clouzot actually attended Naval school before his myopia made his interests turn elsewhere. He studied political science and eventually found work in writing, which soon led him to work in a Berlin studio involving translation and writing (with his first short film coming in 1931). He was fired from his studio job with the rise of Nazism in 1934 and soon became plagued by tuberculosis that had him sick for several years. He eventually found himself in a precarious place where Continental Films was his own place to get work in France...a German-operated company established after Germany invaded France. Clouzot wrote for the studio. He made his directorial debut with The Murderer Lives at Number 21 (1942). His second effort was Le Corbeau (1943), loosely based on an actual case of strange letters sent to people, and it managed the strange feat of being scrutinized by both the Vichy regime and anti-Nazi resistance members that led to Clouzot being fired from Continental. When France was liberated, Clouzot was tried as a "collaborator" that initially had him banned from filmmaking. A few years later, he was allowed to direct again, and he returned with Quai des Orfèvres (1947). Clouzot's reputation had peaks and valleys that really happened with both The Wages of Fear (1953) and Les Diaboliques (1955). Marred by health problems and a few public critiques from filmmakers of the "French New Wave" that he took to heart, Clouzot made just one film after 1960 with La prisonnière (1968). Clouzot died at the age of 69 in 1977. The Wages of Fear is based on the 1950 novel Le Salaire de la peur by Georges Arnaud Clouzot co-wrote the screenplay with Jérome Geronimi. The novel has been adapted a handful more times: Howard W. Koch's Violent Road (1958) took inspiration from the book without saying as such, while William Friedkin made his own adaptation of the novel with Sorcerer (1977). In 2024, a Netflix "film" was released, as directed by Julien Leclercq.

It really is a gripping time to watch tension play out in slow burning essence. The 153-minute runtime basically feels like a gliding motion, one that looks upon its four leads in all the nerves possible for a trip through hell. There are four pillars of doom one eventually sees all get dropped into a figurative board that seemingly favors nothing but random chance.  They are comrades only in the sense of being united in an insane mission that is grinded away by the immovable hand of fate, complete with a capable quartet to carry the film along in grimy patience of warped sensibilities in some way. Singer-turned-actor Montand is particularly effective in selling the sorrow that comes in too much time for leisure in a dead-end space. Vanel and his illusory bravado that comes with an actor confident enough to let the role breathe without turning it into false pity that is undeniably gripping in the same sense that arises with seeing him and Montand when compared from the first half of the film to afterwards. Lilli and van Eyck might seem normal when compared to those two, but their warped sense of self is still pretty easy to see through just seeing them as either a buffoon or machine-like efficacy that only makes their pursuit all the more curious. Incidentally, this was the last film for Tubbs, who died in 1953 from a heart ailment at 45; he pulls off a worthwhile performance in blithering American type of grime that works with such a tight amount of screentime. One can cite quite a few sequences fit for feeling that tension firsthand, such as the timber platform sequence or the scene with explosive rocks or that illuminating (in more ways than one) scene in the oil. By the time the movie closes itself out in an ideal type of way when it comes to the price of fears and fearlessness, one has seen a pretty good experience in terms of tension.  Admittedly, trying to compare the film with Sorcerer is pretty futile, mainly because both are pretty interesting movies in distinctive visions for the source material that one won't go wrong with watching either movie in terms of tension. As a whole, what you get here is a worthwhile film on the unravelling nature of fear in a journey of terror that makes the most of its atmosphere and tension for quite the curiosity. 

Overall, I give it 9 out of 10 stars.

Z (1969).

Review #1966: Z.

Cast: 

Yves Montand (The Deputy), Irene Papas (Hélène), Jean-Louis Trintignant (The Examining Magistrate), François Périer (Public prosecutor), Jacques Perrin (Photojournalist), Charles Denner (Manuel), Pierre Dux (The General), Georges Géret (Nick), Bernard Fresson (Matt), Marcel Bozzuffi (Vago), Julien Guiomar (The Colonel), Magali Noël (Nick's Sister), and Renato Salvatori (Yago) Directed by Costa-Gavras.

Review: 

"Politics. They always want to talk to me about politics. But for me politics is everyday life, the way we deal with other people and the way they deal with us. In a certain way, I can say all movies are political. But there's another thing about politics—power. A director has power over other people. And above me, there are people who have power over me. Politics is how we use that power, to be kind or aggressive, and how other people do the same with us."

There are various directors of political and social quality to note, with Costa-Gavras being a key force in that aspect for world cinema. He was born Konstantinos Gavras in 1933 in Loutra Iraias, Arcadia, Greece. His father served in the Greek Resistance against the Nazis in World War II, but his backing of the Communists within the National Liberation Front later caused his son to not be allowed to study in Greek universities when civil war in the country broke out. As such, Costa-Gavras moved to France after turning 18. He studied literature at the University of Paris and was planning to study law before deciding to study film at Institut des hautes études cinématographiques (IDHEC) in 1956. He soon served as an assistant director for people such as Rene Clair (who he cited as saying that everything for a director happens in the editing room) or René Clément (who he cited as teaching him the biggest lesson in technique) during this time. The Sleeping Car Murders (1965) was the debut feature film for Costa-Gavras, which was a mystery film. It was followed by Shock Troops (1967), an action-drama movie about French resistance fighters. Z (1969) was his breakthrough film. Overall, he has directed numerous movies in a career that has spanned a half-century, primarily spending his time directing French productions (with a few English exceptions and his one Greek production in 2019), such as Missing, released in 1982 that adapted a book covering the disappearance of American journalist Charles Horman in the 1973 Chilean coup d'état, or with Music Box, released in 1989 about war crime charges, and others such as Amen., released in 2002 that talked about the relationship of the Vatican and Nazi Germany in World War II. On May 22, 1963, anti-war activist and Greek politican Grigoris Lambrakis was struck by two far-right extremists driving in a three-wheeled vehicle after having done a public speech. He died five days later, sparking a wide demonstration and investigation, headed by investigator Christos Sartzetakis. The investigation saw plenty of connections revealed of the police and army to extremists, but the murderers got off due to the favoring of the state. As such, the movie is based on the 1967 novel of the same name (based on the first letter of the Greek word Zi, meaning "he lives!") by Vassilis Vassilikos that detailed the events that followed the death of Lambrakis. Sartzetakis was a Greek writer and journalist who had been sent into exile from his native Greece following the coup of 1967, which saw the military junta take over the country. The screenplay was written by Jorge Semprún and Costa-Gavras. The film was shot mostly in Algeria while being shot mostly in the French language with a bit of Russian and English involved without identifying the country of setting, complete with a disclaimer that says the resemblances between the movie and actual events are entirely on purpose with no coincidences.

It is evident to note the influence the film had on many filmmakers: Oliver Stone mentions the film often as an influence on his filmmaking. Steven Soderbergh wanted Traffic (2000) to capture "that great feeling of things that are caught, instead of staged, which is what we were after." William Friedkin figured out how to shoot The French Connection (1971) by watching this film, which he felt was shot like a documentary. Simply put, it clearly had an effective power on those who watched the film. This is the kind of movie that introduces you to people high in power that want equate their political opponents as "mildew of the mind". It is a political thriller that grips your imagination and never lets go for 127 minutes, finding plenty to say about just how far justice can lead when power lurks beneath the surface. Whether one goes into the movie knowing anything about European politics or not, the important thing to remember is to go into things with a clear head. Greece would not have democracy until 1974, but it doesn't diminish the overall importance of a movie that is essentially a primal scream for sanity, one where its ending will stay with you for quite some time. Life may be followed by death, but that doesn't mean that law is necessarily followed by order. There is no one actor that dominates the film in terms of screentime, but Montand obviously makes the key impression needed as a pillar of would-be hope, which proves tactful in setting up a moment of history (as one might put it) that has human vitality. Papas is the only Greek actor in the cast, but her expression in the face of despondency is all one needs. Trintignant sears through with inquisitive definition that is probably the most clinical charming role of the film, or at least right next to Perrin and his restless energy that pops in now and then. Again, the movie isn't really about one defining performance but instead an organic mix of actors that are each distinct in their own little roles and requirements, such as the adversarial Dux or the hired guns in Bozzuffi and Salvatori that seem completely convincing to what is needed. Costa-Gavras and his crew, such as cinematographer Raoul Coutard and his editor Françoise Bonnot managed to create a great thriller that never seems crafted in artifice or pretentiousness, always having a grip on one's attention wherever it goes in the chase for facts and some sort of reason in a possibly reasonless world. The movie speaks truth to power in the inevitability that comes with unchecked ideology. Its cry for vision that does not vanish regardless of who dies for it makes it one for the ages in enduring passion, one with a bitter ending perfect for the moment that does not erase it as worthwhile entertainment for information. Costa-Gavras crafted a worthy political feature with plenty of interest to spark for all curious in terms of history and beyond that makes for quality truth in film with great execution.

Overall, I give it 10 out of 10 stars.

I hope you folks enjoyed the second edition of New Directors Month in January. I hope you enjoyed the attempt at trying to include as many American and world cinema movies as possible, which saw countries like Iran, North Korea, and Algeria be featured for the first time. There were a handful of finalists in films & new directors in the 18-review month that missed the cut, some of which were the following: Goin' to Town [Alexander Hall], New Women [Cai Chusheng], Berlin: Symphony of a Metropolis [Walter Ruttmann], I Am Cuba [Mikhail Kalatozov], Possessor [Brandon Cronenberg], and Don Jon [Joseph Gordon-Levitt]. There may yet be a place to spotlight these films this year or whenever it seems appropriate. As always, suggestions are welcome.

Now, onto Black History Month.

Movie Night: Grand Prix.

Review #559: Grand Prix.

Cast
James Garner (Pete Aron), Eva Marie Saint (Louise Frederickson), Yves Montand (Jean-Pierre Sarti), Toshiro Mifune (Izo Yamura), Brian Bedford (Scott Stoddard), Jessica Walter (Pat Stoddard), Antonio Sabàto (Nino Barlini), Françoise Hardy (Lisa), Adolfo Celi (Agostini Manetta), and Claude Dauphin (Hugo Simon) Directed by John Frankenheimer.

Review

Grand Prix was filmed in Super Panavision 70 and the cinematography by Saul Bass and Lionel Lindon, directed by first timer on Movie Night, John Frankenheimer (most known for directing the original The Manchurian Candidate, French Connection II...and the Island of Dr. Moreau), with a blend of actors from all around the world, all for a grand epic that many people call the best racing movie ever. The cinematography is beautiful to look at, seeing the perspective of the cars racing at times is incredible to watch, even the crashes are spectacular to watch in all the spectacle. This movie captures the passion, the mood, and the excitement of racing effectively. The plot isn't exactly as developed, but at least the actors are good, especially James Garner (Fun fact: He did his own racing in this film while the other three only did close up shots), who is fun to watch. This is a movie full of fun that doesn't feel like 3 hours, it feels like a good ol' trip to the grandstand, crashes and all.

Overall, I give it 8 out of 10 stars.