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There are so many ways this polio drama could go wrong. Luckily, it has Ida Lupino.
It’s hard to go wrong ringing in the new year with Ida Lupino.
Lupino could direct agonizingly effective suspense, and her adeptness with tension—and her embrace of one of its key dramatic tenets: everyone’s thinking something—shows even when she turns her hand to mainstream fare like Never Fear (also known as The Young Lovers).
In other hands, Never Fear—the story of an up-and-coming young dancer, Carol (Sally Forrest), who has her life and expectations reshaped by polio—could turn into a weepie. But Lupino, along with her co-writer and then-husband Collier Young, keeps it refreshingly low on sentiment. It’s hopeful without being cloying (give or take the final shot), and while it’s frank about loss, it doesn’t wallow. And it all rings true, in part because Lupino could draw from her own experience with polio and physical therapy.
That levelheaded approach is valuable when it comes to discussing disability, and Lupino’s warm-but-brisk treatment of the material is a definite plus. Between the intimacy and the accuracy, this feels like half-memoir, half-journalism, with small details—a doctor who’s spent time as a patient and knows recovery’s victories and limitations firsthand—and set pieces—a wheelchair square dance, a date ruined by someone else’s self-pity—that feel convincing and well-textured.
This would be a worthwhile movie on those grounds alone, but Lupino elevates it from “helpful” to “just plain good,” and she does it by zeroing in on Carol’s emotional responses. She refines the source of tension, so we’re not asking, “Will Carol walk again? Can she get her career back?”, but instead, “Can Carol redefine her life? What will she lose if she waits too long to do it?” Those are questions that hinge not on Carol’s diagnosis but on Carol as a person, on her own capabilities and the consequences of her choices. They’re inherently more dramatic, and they can’t be answered with a physical therapy montage.
They also bring other characters into the fold, especially Keefe Brasselle’s Guy, Carol’s fiancé and dance partner. Brasselle is a bit awkward and broad, but that works well with his character’s guilelessness: when he vows to give up the limelight and devote himself to ordinary work instead, we (and Carol) can trust that he means what he says … and we (and Carol) can still suspect he’s not smart enough to do a great job predicting his own future. He loves her, but is he emotionally resilient enough to go on loving her when she’s doing all she can to push him away? Should he be, even? In agonizing over her disrupted life, Carol winds up creating an opportunity for him to choose—one he wouldn’t even have realized he had. Never Fear knows that even good relationships sometimes come to natural but painful ends, and that gives its love story a real sense of risk.
One final bright spot I should mention is Hugh O’Brian’s Len Randall. Again, Never Fear is haunted by its sickly sweet shadow self, where upbeat Len—who starts and ends the film using a wheelchair, never transitioning, as Carol does, to crutches or a cane—is pure inspiration, existing only to show Carol that others have lost more and complained less. He does play that role to some extent, but both O’Brian and the script do significant work to move him beyond it. On the shallowest level, wheelchair users are often portrayed as sexless, but O’Brian is a charismatic smokeshow; he makes it impossible to believe Len is not getting action, even if it’s not on screen. That the movie never entirely embraces him as a viable love interest for Carol seems to come as much from its clear-eyed view of her own affections and prejudices as it does from Hollywood’s. It’s also careful not to play him as some kind of polio mentor. If he’s inspirational and appealing—to Carol and to the audience—it’s in a more generalized way, not as someone who has done a good job dealing with his new disability but as someone who simply has his shit together and is sometimes usefully impatient with people who don’t. Carol and Guy are in a shared coming of age story; Len already feels like an adult.
Lupino was still refining her directorial talents at this point, but Never Fear already points to her strengths. This could be a PSA, and instead it’s a well-paced human story with characters who react to each other—and conflict with each other—in believable and sympathetic ways. You could start a year—and a career—off with much worse.
Never Fear is streaming on Tubi and Amazon Prime (as The Young Lovers).
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Year of the Month Update!
We’re starting 2024 by returning to 1947! That means you can be as cool as all these people:
TBD: John Anderson: T-Men
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Jan. 31st: Pluto’s Blue Note
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Works for me!
What did we watch?
Juror No. 2 – Well goddam, that just smacked me in the face, especially that final shot. A tense, riveting movie that will not give us easy answers, as with much of Eastwood’s filmography, with Nicolas Hoult’s anxious, Technicolor blue eyes guiding us – and the ambiguity of the flashbacks, memory not uncertain but all too convincing – through his path until we can see not what to do, but how we could also make these kinds of morally thorny, even horrific decisions. Quietly one of the best, most haunting films of the year. (Miller’s essay is a must-read after.)
First two Fallout episodes rule? I have a young nephew and if the opening sequence terrified me as an uncle, I only imagine what Cooper on horseback with his daughter, trying to outrace the nuclear bomb, would feel like as a parent. So far this is making for good drama like Lucy’s motivation and Maximus making a crucial decision not to save someone’s life. I didn’t really play the games so I’m really enjoying the retro futurism of the Fallout world and Goggins getting to absolutely tear into Howard/The Ghoul, a guy who’s truly become the charismatic cowboy badass he only played on the screen before the Wasteland. (“I’d offer ya a cherry tomato, but you gotta hole in yer neck.”)
You can tell Jonathan Nolan directed but didn’t write this because it’s (heh) a blast, like someone sat him down and said, “This NEEDS to be fun, we can’t do Westworld again.”
Good movie, and great to have a movie that I can just generally recommend to anyone across the board without having to swallow some part of my cinematic self. It stayed in theaters for a surprising few weeks here, nice to see that audiences are actively seeking this kind of filmmaking even when the studio itself acts hostile to it.
Yeah, it is bleakly hilarious that they’re all in debt and are pushing movies out of theaters faster and faster. The money is right there!
I sat in the theater pumping my fist saying “Fuck you, Zaslav! I paid ten dollars for one movie instead of a whole month of movies!” I sure showed him.
“Fuck you, Zaslav!” is a pretty constant mantra in my house. As it should be everywhere.
Seinfeld, up through “The Jacket.” I’d seen a lot of the show but had never sat down to watch it all the way through, and my wife had somehow never seen any, so we just started from the top. I’m going to shock everyone: this is incredibly funny. I was prepared for the pilot to be weak because that used to be common with episodic TV shows of the era, but while this has some of the typical “not quite there yet” characteristics–no Elaine, Kramer being named Kessler–it’s funny right off the bat. Kramer pulling a separate slice of bread from each pocket of his robe to make a sandwich is deeply hilarious to me. The neurotic fussing over etiquette is more relatable than I’d like it to be–I feel this show also serves as a more cynical kind of Emily Post, and I love that shit–and it’s also just interesting how the stand-up interludes let each episode function as an example of Jerry’s creative process.
Wicked – [points accusing finger at full theater] Where were all of you when this man gave us In the Heights?
There’s a lot of spectacle and the lead performances are terrific. Erivo brings the close-up magic acting that glues it all together, provides the gravity to be defied as it were, while Grande is note-perfect as her pink whirlwind counterpart. But about one feature film’s length into this double-sized single-act I had the sinking realization that this was still Wicked, a show I don’t really care for. It was the Spielberg Westside Story problem again, where I recognize I’m being spoiled by the visuals while unable to ignore my disinterest in revisiting the story.
I don’t regret my family outing decision, the word-of-mouth excitement for this was equal only to the antipathy for Moana 2. And Chu manages delights both large, like a big dance number in a series of hamster wheels, and small, conveying intimate moments that manage to make you feel like you’re in close company even in the midst of the loud production design.
So mostly it reveals that I’m the green-skinned outsider when it comes to what’s pop-yu-oo-lar – speaking of which, the windup to that banger of a song is so protracted it feels like they’re leaving room to sell ad space. Wicked is not a show that needs more air, and stretching the first act and then declaring a year-long intermission actually suffocates any flame it stirs in me. Yes, it’s glorious and fun and glamorous and filled with lovely dancing. It’s also Wicked, so caveat emptor.
More Ida Lupino! As an actress in They Drive by Night. The first half of the movie is a fairly gripping story of two truck driving brothers struggling to keep their heads above water. The second half is a much less interesting melodrama about one of the brothers fending off the advances of his boss’s wife (played by Lupino). Raoul Walsh does a good job keeping things moving and the cast – George Raft, Humphrey Bogart, Anne Sheridan, Alan Hale Sr. – is solid. But I wanted a lot more of Bogey coping with the loss of his arm halfway through the movie. Instead he vanishes and is fine the next time we see him.
MST3K, “Rocketship X-M” – Long missing from the various outlets for the show, the rights have been cleared for now,. and we get to see the second season premiere, featuring the debut of TV’s Frank and Tom’s second voice. The movie itself, considered a classic in some circles for being the first serious post-WWII film with a rocketship, is not awful, and it gets credit for its downbeat ending. But it is both scientifically suspect and a slog at times. So good riffing fodder, though some of the running gags run too much.
I think that makes it officially Lupino Week!
Live music — played with friends to ring in the new year, we did OK and had a lot of fun with our general repertoire but the highlight was turning an offhand inane profanity into a weirdly catchy jam, somewhere in between Flipper and Beat Happening with one riff and stream of conscious vocals. Substances may have been involved. A total blast, this is how Bob Dylan must feel.
Wooo live music and happy new year!
Hacks, Season Three, Episode Two, “Better Late”
– Things are going well. That makes me suspicious.
– That whole scene of the ad ending with Deb’s bit taking literally three seconds is so great, and reflective of the industry.
– I love every time we meet Deb’s fans.
– Happily ignoring the anti-sex scene prudes while I watch two naked twenty-something women have sex in the shower. Like obviously I’m not intentionally spiting them but it is funny that they can’t stop me from watching that.
– Holy shit, Carrot Top!
– Really, this season is about the characters dealing with success. In a lot of ways, this is a platonic romance story. They’re caught between their responsibilities and their love for each other. The characters discuss whether or not Deb and Ava’s relationship is fucked up, but it doesn’t feel fucked up, does it?
– Jimmy’s quiet competence is so fun to watch. His ability to calculate a risk and grab a good one is unshakeable.
Black Adam
This doesn’t quite suck as bad as its reputation. The script is merely mediocre as opposed to offensively bad, there’s an endearing and low-key attempt to lean towards POC heroes (and in particular has a Middle Eastern relatable boy figure), and there are a shocking amount of cool visual ideas, like the number of dudes turned to ashy skeletons. I even don’t mind The Rock in this; he goes for a very particular Action Hero caricature that actually lets him be as funny as he is badass.
(Though the supporting cast carry the film more. Pierce Brosnon gets out of this movie with his dignity completely intact aside from one very dumb line, and Aldis Hodge quietly carries the movie and suggests a more interesting movie in little moments; there’s one bit I like where he actively chooses to ignore a bit of absurdity to focus on the plot)
Its real problem is a lack of ambition. There’s a theoretically interesting idea in a superhero who believes in violence clashing with a more Marvel-esque liberal sensibility, but as it is, it ends up feeding into the whole ‘The Rock is actually deeply insecure’ theory that’s floating around. Some edgy choices aside, the movie is too invested in powering through cliches and making The Rock both a hero and a badass to explore any of these ideas in an interesting way (not to mention the cliches it goes through in the supporting cast, although they pull off an Obi-Wan moment).
Although the very final shot made me burst into laughter. Pure low camp.
Whoops, I forgot today was a Wednesday, between New Year’s and all the college football playoff games. Honestly, though, I didn’t really watch anything except some college football when I could.