MacArthur (1977)

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It is hot here in Oklahoma. Too darn hot. It has been over 100 degrees every day for the past week or two. That completely zaps all my energy. Today it didn’t help that I did a bunch of cleanup at a house we are building. Which meant blowing out a bunch of cabinets that filled the house with dust. Covered my face with dust and filled my lungs is more like it.

I am knackered. I’ve been staring at this screen for ten minutes, trying to think of something clever to say about MacArthur. I got nothing. But I didn’t write the review today; I wrote it yesterday (or was it the day before.) Whenever it was, I was pretty tired then, too. I’m always tired, it seems.

It’s just too darn hot.

Anyway, you can read my review over at Cinema Sentries (spoiler: I didn’t like the film very much.)

Cape Fear (1962)

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Gregory Peck is so linked in my mind to the simplicity and grace of Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird, that it is always surprising to see him in anything else. To find him in the gritty, dirty piece of film noir that is the original Cape Fear is something of a shock. Yet, as always he does a marvelous job, and some of that grace manages to shine through the grime.

The story is a pretty basic noir plot. Max Cady (Robert Mitchum) is an ex-convict who just got out of prison. He has come back to town to haunt Sam Bowden (Gregory Peck) who testified against Cady for attacking a woman. Cady has spent his time in prison studying the law. He manages to terrify Bowden and his family and still remain within the confines of the law.

Though Peck gets top billing, this is truly Robert Mitchum’s film. He plays Cady with a swagger and menacing smile that is simply magnificent. We can see inside his swarthy confident charm and see the evil, menacing psychopath. The brilliance of the role is that we rarely see the violence that hides just behind the mask. Yet it seethes and oozes out, ready to strike at any time.

Director J. Lee Thompson keeps the tension pumping throughout the 105-minute film. There is hardly a moment to relax before something else occurs to tense us right back up. Yet the tension doesn’t come from boogie men jumping out from behind closets. It is a slow, boiling tension that tightens as we imagine just what might happen. When the climax finally does occur it is almost a letdown.

The censors wouldn’t allow the bloodbath one might expect at the end of such a film as this, and so what we do get feels less exciting that I wanted.  Still, getting to the end is well worth the watching.