OK, this is kind of a chick-flick tearjerker. Frankie is a kid whose
mom has run away from her husband; she's told him that his dad is
a sailor, out at sea on the Accra. But anyone who knows how movie
logic works can guess what comes next: Mom is put in the position
where she needs to come up with the truth or find some incredibly
complex way to continue
the lie. (And, in the movies, such choices are always made the same
way.)
But it's still pretty
good, because all the actors turn in believble and compelling
performances, especially the kid playing Frankie. So (speaking
to the guys here), if you need to pick up a movie to impress that
special someone with what a sensitive
and caring person you are, this is a good choice. I suggest putting
on the subtitles, though, because the Scottish accents are pretty
thick in spots. And if you find yourself tearing up, for goodness'
sake, think of football.
Number 21 on the IMDB list of the top 250 movies? Whoa.
It's not awful, but it's utterly shameless in its 1950's
liberal preachiness. The plot is simple: a jury trying to reach
a verdict in a murder trial. The defendent is a slum-dwelling generic
minority, accused of knifing his father.
Henry Fonda plays the saintly Juror 8,
wearing white, lost in thought while all the other jurors simply
want to vote guilty and get on with their lives. Juror 3, his
nemesis, is played
by Lee J. Cobb as a sweaty nutjob who wants to find the accused
guilty as a misdirected lash-out at his own estranged son. Every other
character is equally zero-dimensional and usually stereotypical.
On the other hand, it really is a pretty gripping situation: one guy
brave enough to face down eleven guys and gradually win 'em over
by force of argument. Steven Seagal wouldn't make a good choice
for Henry Fonda's role when and if they do a remake.
Trivia: of the actors playing the twelve jurors, only the Jacks (Klugman
and Warden) are still alive.
I just noticed that I've been upgraded from a Lowly Insect
to a Slimy Mollusc in the Truth Laid Bear's ecosystem.
This is apparently entirely due to my inclusion
in the blogroll at Joe's
Dartblog, a guy making a huge amount of sense
over there on the other side of the state. I'm humbled and grateful.
But this transformation—is it evolution, or intelligent design?
Hmm …
I've heard that an occasional conversation starter among literary people
is to admit that you've never read an acknowledged classic. Such applies
to me and Lord of the Rings. (And many other books, too, of course.)
But I've long meant to. So I put The Hobbit
plus The Lord of the Rings trilogy into my
to-be-read
system. I conquered The Hobbit a few years back. And a not-so-few
number of weeks ago, my script said it was time to read The Fellowship of
the Ring.
Now, my self-imposed rule is that once the
"system" picks a book I must read it next, with
exceptions only for newly-purchased books
and library books;
this can really depress my book-throughput for awhile if
the chosen book is such that I keep finding other things to do besides read.
And, regrettably, such was the case with The Fellowship of the Ring.
I've seen the movie, of course;
it's very much the "good parts" version of the book. And, it's
not to be denied that there are many, many, good parts. But (geez),
there's a lot of walking, up and down hills, through forests,
valleys, dales, caverns, and bodies of
water. There's a lot of eating and drinking. A lot of singing,
and detailed references to history, geography, and genealogy.
All lovingly described, and not very likely to hold my interest, sorry.
All (of course) wrapped around a wonderful tale of an ordinary guy
who's been plucked from his happy, normal surroundings and plunged
into continual peril and terror, all because he's been chosen for a
world-saving task that seems ludicrously hopeless. Fortunately, he
has a few friends on his side.
But anyway, finished now. In a mark of how long this task has been
hanging over me: the version of the book I read is not the one
pictured above, but the first authorized version offered in paperback in the US,
which I bought nearly 40 years ago.
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