Tonight, I had a pleasant movie experience. After din, I flicked on the telly and first went to TCM which had nothing I wanted to see, then switch to Fox Movie Channel. An arresting vista with an arresting title song...sung by Jimmie Rodgers, no less...immediately...well, arrested me. It was the beginning of LONG, HOT SUMMER...a motion picture entertainment that has escaped me all these years. So The Lovely Wife (who had seen it before) and I settled into watch it. This happens to me a lot with older films. Something will just hook me in seconds and I'm there to the bitter end. The very fine song was written by Sammy Cahn and Alex North, who also wrote the very fine score (North...not Cahn). Anyway, the movie had a whole mess of fine players. Paul Newman, Joanne Woodward, Orson Welles (in fine scenery-chewing form), Lee Remick, Anthony Franciosa, and Angela Lansbury. The script was of a high literary quality by Irving Ravetch and Harriet Frank...very smart and witty and great mouth-watering speeches for actors. All the actors were fine and Martin Ritt directed with a sure hand.
It also oozed with sensuality. The overt sexuality of the film was quite remarkable for 1958. Lansbury obviously screwing Welles. Welles telling Woodward, he's going to make her marry that "bull", that "stud' Newman, making it very clear without ever saying it that Richard Anderson's character is homosexual and is never going marry Woodward (Welles' character calls him a "sissy").
Fine moovin' picture! We should have stopped there.
Unfortunately, we decided to watch one of the screeners I got, which through some psychic premonition I had been avoiding, called BEFORE SUNSET (a film that has inexplicably gotten a WGA nod for best screenplay). Fifteen minutes into this irritating piece of pompous flatulence, The Lovely Wife turned to me and said, "You know what I think about this film...?" In another psychic burst, I said: "It's trying too hard to be naturalistic." Which is indeed what she was thinking. We finally decided toward the end that this was actually one of those pretentious French films in English. It's the kind of a film that only seems weighty in a Foreign language, but if we actually knew what they were saying, it would be utter, self-absorbed, pseudo-serious drivel.