Showing posts with label Warren Beatty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Warren Beatty. Show all posts

2009/08/23

Lions and Louts

Out of Africa - (1985) Directed by Sydney Pollack;

Starring Meyrl Streep and Robert Redford


Beautifully acted and filmed. I haven't much to say

other than I loved it.


I also just saw this on TCM.



All Fall Down - (1962) Directed by John Frankenheimer;

Starring Warren Beatty, Angela Lansbury, and Eva Marie Saint


Young Warren Beatty as an asshole who can't help but be self-destructive even though it usually hurts others more than it does himself. Eva Marie Saint plays his love interest, Echo.

I've never seen Eva Marie Saint before in a film, for some reason I mistook her for Mia Farrow whom I've only seen in Allen's Broadway Danny Rose. Brandon De Wilde plays yet again the younger brother to the jerk as he does to Paul Newman in his next film, Hud.


Warren Beatty's character, Berry-Berry Willart, is an angry young man, its never really explained why though, I almost wonder if the story was in response to the british movement of "angry young men" films. Frankenheimer is good as a director but I'm not too fond of the script which was adapted by William Inge from the novel by James Leo Herlihy. I could see this story work in a book where, with words, Berry-Berry could be explored with more depth, Beatty provides this for the character but it would've been nice to have some sort of reason for rhyme, even though Beatty had plenty of rhyme.




2009/08/22

Son, Whatever You Do, Don't Sell That Cow!



Bonnie and Clyde - (1967) Directed by Arthur Penn;

Starring Warren Beatty, Faye Dunaway, Michael J. Pollard,

and Gene Hackman.


Watched Bonnie and Clyde yesterday night. I need a

Bonnie Parker, if Faye Dunaway's portrayal was any

bit close to the approximation of truth then its clear

why I'm single. I haven't found a Bonnie to rob banks

with. Thats all a life could be, even though it'll be a

short lived life. And if we can't rob banks, if the banks

have become too powerful, too protected then there is

something to take into account there, something about

how little power we truly have allowed ourselves to possess.


The Trail's End

poem by Bonnie Parker


You've heard the story of Jesse James

Of how he lived and died

If you're still in need

Of something to read

Here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde.

Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang

I'm sure you all have read

How they rob and steal

And those who squeal

Are usually found dyin' or dead.

They call them cold-hearted killers

They say they are heartless and mean

But I say this with pride

That I once knew Clyde

When he was honest and upright and clean.

But the laws fooled around

Kept takin' him down

And lockin' him up in a cell

Till he said to me: "I'll never be free

So I'll meet a few of them in Hell."

If a policeman is killed in Dallas

And they have no clue to guide

If they can't find a fiend

They just wipe their slate clean

And hang it on Bonnie and Clyde

If they try to act like citizens

And rent them a nice little flat

About the third night

They're invited to fight

By a sub-guns' rat-a-tat-tat.

Some day, they'll go down together

They'll bury them side by side

To a few, it'll be grief

To the law, a relief

But it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.