




Harper is full of funny dialogue, intrigue and action. Obviously comfortable with his past successes, Harper is the type of film I enjoy seeing Newman in. He isn’t taking himself too seriously and the result is an actor who’s comfortable playing the anti-hero who pokes fun at himself and more hilariously, at others. This film is the continuous result of Newman becoming an icon of what can essentially be summed up in one word- cool.


Sidenote:
The character in Ross MacDonald’s book is actually name is Lew Archer however, Newman was considered box office gold with movies like Hud and The Hustler under his belt so, probably due to studio superstition, they changed Archer to Harper to keep the H streak going. A year later there was also Hombre.
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Lee Remick!




Adapted from William Inge's Pulitzer prize-winning play, Picnic, a box office draw and star -making vehicle for Kim Novak, was highly acclaimed and considered quite racy for 1955 but in my opinion, quite disappointing. It's one of those movies that was ill adapted for the screen, playing more like a play than a film. Despite its potential the movie is full of overdramatic moments seriously overacted and slightly embarrassing to watch. Disappointing too is Holden's Hal Carter, who is much like Holden's Joe Bonaparte from Golden Boy (1939), tempermental, desperate, and at times downright childish. Though this would have been a good part for Newman (who performed this role onstage), Brando, or Dean- it's definitely not a part suited for Holden who was too old and in my opinion, established for the role. When I see him in films like Stalag 17 (1953), Executive Suite (1954), and The Bridges at Toko-Ri (1954) I have to wonder who thought it was a good idea to put him in a vehicle like Picnic...or who said these pictures would really sum up the film. What?

As for Kim Novak, besides Vertigo (a film I believe she is best known for), this is the only film I have seen her in. I think she is better known for her beauty than her acting, Picnic helped prove that. Her super wicked mullet caught more of my attention than anything else.


















Director Ingmar Bergman and Ingrid Bergman had long wanted to work together however, when the chance came with Autumn Sonata, a film Ingmar wrote himself, they quickly found that they did not work well with one another. Ingrid showed up to the set prepared to play Andergast complete with gestures and mannerisms that harked back to old Hollywood, much to Imgmar's despair. In turn Ingrid was also dealing with a subject matter closely relating to her personal life and was difficult to direct, constantly arguing with Ingmar and delivering her part in a manner that actually benefited her since Andergast is a self-absorbed woman of fame who cares more about her career than her family.
Despite the tension, it worked in their favor and Autumn Sonata is a wonderfully executed swan song for Ingrid Bergman. But I would be remiss if I did not say that Liv Ullmann who plays Bergman's daughter did not hold her own quite masterfully. She more than delivers in the emotionally climactic scene of the film. I literally shivered when she tells her mother she is a menace who should be locked up and rendered useless. There is very powerful dialogue throughout the film which is in Bergman's native language, personally making me wish I did not have to read subtitles and missing out on some of the reactions Bergman and Ullmann were sparking in one another. A truly great film and must see if you are a Bergman fan.
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Robert Stack
The Best of Everything is a shabby precursor to 1967’s Valley of the Dolls, poorly played out and often as cheap as the paperback books Fabian publishes. Though old hat for girls of my generation, the movie still has the ability to discomfort and confuse. With the alcoholic and often too touchy boss (played by Brian Aherne, sadly), the snide and predicting male anti-hero who falls under the spell of love after several pitfalls, and the ever constant suggestion that women should simply stay at home and care for their men which is ironically paralleled with the equally constant display of how men are selfish pigs, it leaves one to wonder why a girl wouldn’t strike out on her own. If anything, the film depicts the second-class citizenship attitudes men liberally practiced in the workplace.





