Movie of the Week

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My friend and collaborator Niall Greig Fulton — Edinburgh Film Festival Programmer and actor — has put together an enticing season of American TV movies for this year’s fest, including such classics as Salem’s Lot, Duel, The Jericho Mile and the rarely-seen Noon Wine. It’s all about finding the cinematic in the televisual, and with an array of directors like Hooper, Spielberg, Mann and Peckinpah, the exercise is clearly going to be worthwhile.

I’ve seen a few interesting pieces from this era of US TV — A Cold Night’s Death is about killer psychic chimps at the North Pole, which is pretty non-generic. You can watch that one here. I wrote about Gene Roddenberry’s bizarre Spectre here, a show which introduced me to the thrills of Robert Culp. Rod Serling’s The Man looked at the travails of America’s first black presodent. But I wanted to dig a little deeper to see what else I could find, because really, I remember American TV of the seventies as a HORRIBLE WASTELAND. Growing up in the UK we saw a lot of it, you see, and the good bits were very much overshadowed by the transcontinental miasma of blandness. It was apparent that things like The Rockford Files were a cut above. But on the whole, everything looked the same, was shot the same, used the same locations, the actors all seemed to look the same and dress the same and talk at the same speed, the credits were all in yellow blocky letters, and it kept fading to black in the middle of scenes, where the BBC had removed the ad breaks. I think you could make a pretty good case that any show that fades to black in the middle of a scene and then fades up again with everybody still standing in the same position (with meaningless musical sting as we fade out and in) just shouldn’t have been on the BBC at all.

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The first thing I looked at was Stranger on the Run, an early (1967) TV Movie of the Week, given the class treatment — it reunites star Henry Fonda with his 12 ANGRY MEN writer Reginald Rose, though Rose’s story has been fleshed out by screenwriter Dean Riesner (coincidentally the son of Chuck Riesner). The director is Don Siegel, and how these talents fit together within the context of a TV movie is sort of interesting.

The story transposes to the west and then inverts the premise of 12 ANGRY MEN (itself a TV play before the more famous movie) — Fonda is now the suspect, an alcoholic drifter hunted by a surly posse of railway company thugs for murdering a woman. The debate about his possible innocence (of course we know he’s innocent) occurs among the posse as they track him, which in theory should make it more exciting and filmic. In fact, Riesner’s dramatic values — he was a writer for Siegel, on COOGAN’S BLUFF, DIRTY HARRY and CHARLEY VARRICK, which I would characterise as a desire to play out a story’s themes in the form of action, without philosophising about it — rather clash with Rose’s, since he sets things up deliberately to provoke debates about personal and social values. In 12 ANGRY MEN these are filtered through some strong, sweaty characters, so it’s still solid drama. Here, the genre action doesn’t seem to reinforce the deeper themes, though there’s some good talk in there. When Fonda mourns that the day of testing whether he’s a man has passed, and he failed the challenge, Bernie Hamilton cheers him with a hearty “That just means you’re lucky — you’re going to get another chance!” An upbeat way of viewing the present situation, which is that a gang on armed men are coming to kill him.

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The movie is crammed with interesting actors — Anne Baxter is top-billed after Fonda. They’re good together, and he’s particularly effective as a broken-down hobo, not trying to make the character more initially appealing than he should be. Michael Parks, Dan Duryea, Sal Mineo, Tom Reese and Zalman King (!) make a characterful posse. Plus Lloyd Bochner and the reliably strange-looking Walter Burke.

In the early scenes, Siegel seems to have a lot of trouble covering scenes with all these mugs, no doubt due to the tight schedule. He does fine in the exteriors, but most interior scenes get treated with one wide shot that’s too wide for comfort — it serves to establish where everyone is, but then you can’t look at it any longer because everyone’s miles away — then he’ll cut to individual closeups that are too tight — we lose all context and quickly get a little disoriented. In general, critics don’t talk about the problems of shooting large groups, but it’s an absolute nightmare. You never have time to shoot a single on everyone, and if you do, it confuses the audience. I had some fun with the worst ever example of this, here. A far better approach is to make each shot work as hard as possible, tying in one character to another to keep the audience cognisant of who is where in relation to whom. A truly amazing example, from Otto Preminger, is discussed here. Siegel’s best strategy might have been to spend all his time picking a great master shot and then hold it, as he would on CHARLEY VARRICK, for instance, but TV, with its low-res image and demand for close-ups, wouldn’t have allowed that.

Ultimately, Stranger on the Run feels like a B-movie with ideas above its station, ideas which overstuff it and overbalance it, and the plethora of characters (who never quite develop into a caseload of suspects for us to wonder about, as they would in a well-plotted mystery) spread the drama too thin. The production values are OK — the desert cycloramas are a lot more convincing than in Siegel’s more celebrated THE KILLERS (originally made for TV but fobbed off on the big screen after concerns about the violence). But it isn’t clean and simple like, say, THE LINE-UP, and the look has a generic quality, that made-for-TV feel, which dulls down the possibilities of the form.

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Chris Schneider recommended The Outsider, a 1967 PI story directed by Michael Ritchie and crammed with aging Hollywood greats — the presence of Ann Sothern, Edmund O’Brien and Audrey Totter could almost put this in the league of something like THE OUTFIT. Then there’s Shirley Knight, Ossie Davis and Joseph Wiseman. In the lead, Darren McGavin is surly and deadpan and very, very enjoyable, with Roy Huggins’ script providing plenty of zingers (it’s no surprise to learn Huggins created Jim Rockford and thereby trained up David Chase).

Best of all, it’s directed by Michael Ritchie, just about to break into features on the big screen and eager to show what he can do, even on the kind of schedule where the grips start disassembling the tripod before you’ve said “Cut!”

McGavin’s down-at-heel gumshoe is, per genre requirements, perpetually sleep-deprived and roughed up, though the scenario comes up with novel ways of mistreating him — a near-garrotting and a drugging with chloral hydrate that leads to the stomach-pump. Even Jim Rockford didn’t have it this tough.

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My favourite bit started off looking like it would be an embarrassment. Having tracked his would-be strangler to a beach-side shack, McGavin finds the suspect’s mother, Ann Sothern, who tells him that the guy is inside, tripping with a friend and won’t be coherent for interrogation for several hours. They go in, and there’s sitar music playing and hysterical laughter from the next room, which is kind of ridiculous. And here’s Joseph Wiseman — Dr. No himself, as the acid guru, who starts lecturing McGavin about the joys of turning on and experiencing the cosmic laughter. And all this while, Sothern is plugged into headphones and smiling at a TV game show where various sub-lebrities are trying to guess the phrase “Little Lord Fauntleroy.” Big closeups and surprise angle changes start to suggest all this is getting to McGavin. The world has slipped out of joint. In other words, while the young hood is having a TV movie acid trip next door, with laughing and freak-outs and sitar music and a fisheye lens on a handheld camera — McGavin is having a REAL acid trip in the front room — an experience in which reality comes to seem unreal.

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That sensation is one which the TV movie genre could profitably have pursued more doggedly — it is well within the constraints of time and budget, it can work within all kinds of genres, and it is familiar enough to anybody paying attention to the real world that it ought to be highly commercial, a staple of entertainment like romance or tension.

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14 Responses to “Movie of the Week”

  1. Jack Lechner Says:

    Although “The Man” was made as a TV movie, it was actually released to theaters (where it bombed). I’ve never seen it, though.

  2. It’s quite watchable, but I think if you saw it in the cinema you’d feel pretty short-changed.

    On the one hand, the movie has a black president in power decades before Obama, on the other, the only way they can imagine it happening is by having the elected prez and his whole cabinet wiped out in a plane crash.

  3. Here’s my All-Time Favorite Made-For-TV Movie, with many “Guest stars” of considerable interest including Jean Hagen. This was her very last film.

  4. Surprised the Carpenter film isn’t on — they’re mostly director-led things just like it. The other two look fascinating also!

  5. chris schneider Says:

    So glad that THE OUTSIDER turned out well for you. Truth be told, I don’t remember very much of it, outside of the fact of having seen it and the sight of my beloved Knight looking pale with her hair piled elaborately atop her head. Oh, yes, and when you write “fisheye” something within me immediately responds “Yes!” An acid flashback of a television sort?

    SOMEONE IS WATCHING ME! was my first exposure to John Carpenter, and I loved it. What struck me at the time — plotty explanations notwithstanding — was the surrealism of Hutton being in her apartment alone and her appliances, seemingly, taking on autonomous life.

  6. Knight is, of course, excellent in The Outsider (which is on YouTube in its entirety, I forgot to mention). A really interesting role, or maybe it’s MADE interesting just by her doing it? She’s such unusual casting in vamp roles, but too committed and resourceful to ever fail at something, that she ends up hitting the necesary notes in quite unexpected ways.

  7. DBenson Says:

    Old enough to remember when ABC launched “Movie of the Week” as a series in the 60s; not sure if MOTW previously existed as a term (I was a kid). I think there had already been some 90-minute shows before that and certainly after; mostly rotating different recurring characters.

    Yes, they overwhelmingly looked like TV product from Universal, which was still knocking out theatrical Bs with the exact same look and feel. Some MOTWs were outright series pilots; a few were drawn-out sitcoms without laugh tracks. Generally lots of guys in suits looking intense and the occasional fistfight. Special effects, locations, and period trappings (outside of the old west) were rarer than hen’s teeth.

    Social relevance and exposes came a few years later; then they appeared to dominate. The ABC series went away more or less unnoticed. Made for TV features ran as specials or were dropped into a network’s “real” movie slot, as before.

    ABC also tried an animated version, “The Saturday Superstar Movie.” This was a one-hour slot on Saturday mornings filled mainly by extended pilots and what I suspect were prime time specials that didn’t make the cut. Most built on existing properties (The Brady Bunch, Nanny and the Professor, Yogi Bear, etc.) and some on actual celebrities (Willie Mays and Marlo Thomas). The fact that they were produced by various studios made for a little variety, although quality was maybe marginally above regular series from the same outfits.

    One in particular struck me for its moxie: “The Red Baron” had no connection at all with the Peanuts strip, where Snoopy had made “Curse you, Red Baron” a national catchphrase. Instead, Rankin-Bass created a Graustarkian world populated by dogs, one of whom — the Red Baron — takes to his biplane when eloping royals trigger a war. The setting fit with Snoopy’s fantasy, if not the reality of sitting on his doghouse. Always wondered if Schulz and/or King Features made any legal noises.

    It predated the later practice of cranking out animated direct-to-videos that dance as close as they can to current major movies.

  8. I have never looked into the video wasteland of these knock-off fairy tales, and sort of wonder if anyone ever tried to do anything good with the form. I’m sure, given time constraints, the animation is always wretched and the design uninspired, but did anyone ever sneak a witty script through the net?

    But I’m not going to watch any to find out.

  9. What? No ‘Say Goodbye, Maggie Cole’ (1972), with Susan Hayward *and* that fab song performed by Dusty at her finest?

  10. p.s. I notice you mentioned the doughty Zalman King. Off-subject, but… can you, can *anyone* explain what he is up to in Blue Sunshine? Acting, it sure ain’t.

  11. “A style of acting beyond naturalism,” as Nicholson said of The Shining. Clive James defined that style as “Ham.”

  12. Never seen it — can’t locate it. Ah wait, YouTube! Wayward Hayward’s final credit — perhaps worth study for our Late Movies Blogathon? Perhaps there should be a TV edition, for all those Hollywood talents who wound up spending their final hour and a halves on the small screen?

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