Entertaining Mr Sloane
The
photographer’s murderer he is, and then the photographer’s
assistant’s murderer (the Dadda’s).
The Poofter and the Mumsy take him in, “turn
and turn about”, but it’s all right, folks, they’re married.
All the critics agree that the acting is splendid,
the play was much better, and the direction so-so.
Theater of Blood
Many’s the
critic consoled by the finale, it’s explained in the film that
they’re “only human”, the filthiest and most obdurate escapes
death with a lie on his lips (“to goad him into the modern”) for
that very reason, the worst of them shows at times a spark of humanity, a dim
sense of life, a moment of inspiration.
The witty ones
die easy, the clever boots who turn a phrase to death.
They die
appositely, from Shakespeare.
Brannigan
A counterfeiting
case in Chicago turns into a mob abduction in London.
Of course
it’s the same case.
Lt. Brannigan has
to pick up the boss, he’s skipped and all, now he’s kidnapped.
Much to-do with
the ransom payments, and a hit man out for Brannigan.
A superb film,
adroitly directed by Hickox to the limits of ability.
The reviews were
negligible.
Sky Riders
Strictly speaking
the construction is half-screenplay, half-filming, this is quite deliberate,
the two halves unfold like a pair of wings and create the effect, the image.
It meant nothing
to the critics, Time
Out Film Guide reached the nadir of a BFI review, “pure slop.”
Richard Eder of the New York Times
suffered mightily, “cardboard... lead... long, boring crash.”
Little Nellie
almost certainly inspired this, in Lewis Gilbert’s You Only Live Twice.
Hang Gliders Air
Circus vs. World Activists Revolutionary Army “fighting the tyranny of
worldwide imperialism.”
Such
a raft of symbols “where intended”, such a pictorial representation,
such a drama to depict “a raid on the inarticulate.”
An
exquisitely calculated masterpiece, in the last analysis.
In
Halliwell’s Film Guide, “old-fashioned
actioner with new-fashioned political concern.”
Zulu Dawn
In which the
action of Endfield’s Zulu is explained.
Her
Majesty’s government express the confident hope that “it will be
possible to avert the very serious evil of a war with Cetswayo”, the
civil and military authorities at Natal invade Zululand.
Thus divided,
tactically as well, the British are overrun at Isandhlwana. The Zulus move on
to Rorke’s Drift.
In contrast to
Endfield’s orderliness, Hickox uses a long lens to lose the picture in
the action. A vital comparison can be drawn to Richardson’s The Charge
of the Light Brigade.