THE RACK: Time To Get Away
Comments Off | Posted: March 29th, 2011 | Filed under: The Rack
In which changes are discussed.








MARTY (1953)
It’s startling how fresh the original version of Paddy Chayefsky’s Marty feels, even if it’s been over a half-century since it aired, likely because we live in an era when Hollywood vomits a stream of by-the-numbers “romantic comedies” featuring beautiful people with beautiful people problems. Rod Steiger’s performance as the title character, a lumbering guy in his late 30s who’s tired of familial and societal pressure to get married, is restrained and heartfelt at the same time. Avoiding the clichés of romance on the screen, Chayefsky’s choice to show love in its realest, rawest form is enthralling.




THE HUNGER GAMES (2008)
I’d be able to better appraise this book’s strengths if I wasn’t as familiar with Koushun Takami’s Battle Royale and its various media adaptations. As it is, this is a tidily-written, exciting-in-spots young adult novel about a bleak future in which teenagers are forced to fight to the death for the amusement of the masses and to remind everyone that the (obviously) evil government is in charge. The best bits lie not in the intentionally-stilted romance (that I am assured gets better,) but in how bluntly Collins uses and writes about violence, particularly compared to its peers.

RESCUE DAWN (2006)
I don’t think I’ve ever felt a more intense sense of joy at the end of a movie before. Survival stories are nothing new, but Werner Herzog’s spare style, when combined with engaging performances (even from Steve Zahn) makes this well worth watching, even if you’ve already seen the documentary that recounts much of the same story. Cinephiles are likely already familiar with the German auteur’s willingness to pit cast and crew against nature (see Fitzcarraldo,) to get what he wants, but the game is notably upped by Christian Bale, a man who’s proven that he’ll work hard for his paychecks.


SHOCK CORRIDOR (1963)
Written and directed by Sam Fuller based on a story idea he’d had kicking around since the 1940s (and had pitched to Fritz Lang,) this look at America’s mental health industry couched in a murder mystery is about as subtle as a sledgehammer to the chest, but I couldn’t help but love it. It uses its low budget to great effect with a cast of wooden b-listers (including James Best) inhabiting a spare but fully-realized world. Darren Aronofsky should probably send checks to Fuller’s estate for basically creating the template for his entire filmography decades before the fact.

I’m not even trying anymore, am I?

I’m sure there is. I mean, if there were no reason, then we’d have one, right?
(Seriously, though, I’ve been re-re-reading the original material and it’d be perfect for the 15-minute slots they’ve been using for the last few years or, even better, as a half-hour companion to The Venture Brothers. Someone needs to get on that. Or tell me to get on that and give me money. So much money.)