The Lost Patrol - I'd literally been waiting years to see this one, so I was sure to set-up ample reminders of it's 5am TCM broadcast. It's basically the (sound) granddaddy of all "dwindling forces must hold out against an aggressive foe" that's later seen in
Sahara,
Assault on Precinct 13, etc. It got off to a rollicking start with some pounding Max Steiner and a lone mounted soldier in the desert shot by some unseen foe. Alas, after that, it did not quite live up to my abnormally high expectations (John Ford! Karloff as a religious nut! Guys in the desert being picked off one by one!), though it remained a fun and fast film. The main problem is that, other than Karloff and Victor McLaglen's Sergeant, the soldiers barely even qualify as stereotypes, let alone decent characters. The tension would have been so much greater if we were allowed to care more about the men. Still, I'm making it sound worse than it is--it really is worth checking out. In fact, it'll probably be more liked by those who don't go in with the same astronomical expectations I did.
A Midsummer Night's Dream - A visual phantasmagoria (what a great word

) of sparkly fairy woodlands and great work by James Cagney as Bottom are the main selling points of this all-around spectacular version of Shakespeare's comedy. I've never seen another film that looks like this one--the frame seems permanently covered in all manner of shiny gauze, glistening dingle-dangles, and all sorts of other such things which lend to it the quality of a dream. If someone would just bitch slap Mickey Rooney's Puck and tell him to stop laughing like that after every line, this would be a practically faultless film.
The Good Earth - Great film, and completely opposite of typical 30s-era Hollywood in its depiction of Asian characterizations (no Charlie Chan, or that
Red Dust guy here). In fact, on the whole, this doesn't feel like a Hollywood film at all, as Paul Muni and Luise Rainer (in pretty convincing makeup) adopt performance styles to suit the culture their characters live in and as such, they disappear completely. The story is of the "life-and-times, rise-and-fall" sort, but transferred to poor farmers living in a China beset by political revolution (the filmmakers masterfully utilize Eisensteinian montage in this sequence) and natural disaster (famine and the justly famous locust plague). Bottom line: A justified classic, wholly unlike other Hollywood films of the time.
Twentieth Century - Another one I'd been waiting a long time to see and was lucky enough to stumble upon in the public library (thank you, Mr. Carnegie). As this was originally a stage play, it's no surprise that the film does at times retain that feel--practically the whole second half takes place in a few cars of a train. Of course, when your screenwriters were also responsible for
The Front Page and your lead performers are John Barrymore and Carole Lombard, you can get away with it pretty easily. Barrymore is hysterically conniving as a down-and-out theatrical producer trying to lure back to his company Lombard, his former lover and greatest discovery, the woman who had left him behind years ago to forge her own successful film career. Hilarious stuff, which never goes where you think it going to go (never underestimate Barrymore's sneakiness).
Boys Town - I'm a great fan of Spencer Tracy. I think he's one of the finest actors to ever work in Hollywood. He's also very good in
Boys Town. But he didn't deserve the Oscar for it. His character's demeanor is such that, but for maybe twenty seconds of early conflict with Mickey Rooney, there's nothing that I'd consider a test of his abilities, nothing that stretched his talents. This is a film carried mostly by the knowledge that it's based on a true story. What Father Flanagan did in creating this sanctuary for wayward youths is both admirable and worth telling. The film does this ok, but also adds plenty o' melodramatic pap involving small kids and speeding autos, bank robbers, and pseudo-tough guy Mickey Rooney antics. Eh...it's worth seeing, I guess. Entertaining enough, but nothing special, and certainly nothing challenging or groundbreaking.
Evan