Showing posts with label Richard Fraser. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Richard Fraser. Show all posts

Bedlam (1946)

Bedlam (1946) is a historical shocker exploitation psychological thriller horror noir based on the drawings of William Hogarth and telling of exhibitionism, cruelty and vintage style madness, sympathy and bedlamites of yore in fig, pose, phantasy and framed with filmic license aplenty, talking much of the madness, and mildly exhibiting the standards of the earliest and most genteel modes of exploitation as cinema.

No monstrous modes of action herein but something that seems to prefigure the British Hammer films of the later 1950s and the 1960s, with a village horror kind of vaudevillian villain most mild torture and cruelty, with visions of captivity dominating the viewers delivered palette of ideas.

The Picture of Dorian Gray (1945)

The Picture of Dorian Gray (1945) is a historical supernatural film noir drama adaptation of the great decadent novel by the fop himself, the dandy of the decade, the finesse of the fin de siècle himself, Oscar Wilde.

Noir and special effects and noir and colour noir, and a peculiar observation that like The Woman in White (1949) it's a novel adaptation that stretches the patience of its period, proving words provide girth and are worth their weight in those heavy heavy reels and our tendency to like em short.

Raw Deal (1948)

Raw Deal (1948) is a classic of on the lam noir film-making starring Dennis O'Keefe, Claire Trevor and Marsha Hunt.

Prison convict Joe Sullivan has not only taken the fall for an unspecified crime, but he sports the classic film noir overcoat in this film, and runs desperately from hideout to hideout, trekking down the West Coast of the USA on a collision course with revenge.

Best of all, his run is made with two women at his side, Pat and Ann, dames established from the off as the good and bad side of femininity, both of whom are of course sweet on him, in their separate ways.

Pat is the more traditional gangster's moll, who helps Joe with the breakout, and is as tough as the leather which this film noir is made from; contrasted with Ann, the good gal who is her foil and love rival, and is actually Joe's case-worker, who has against her own will fallen for the convict.

Edge of Darkness (1943)

Edge of Darkness (1943) is a Nazi-heavy Norwegian war romp with more dead bodies in its opening few minutes than you could shake any number of Nazi pointing devices at, assuming your Nazi pointing devices were not too busy pointing things out on your incredibly detailed Nazi models of Norwegian villages, strategic or otherwise.

The alternative title for this amazing war effort is Norway In Revolt, which does sum things up in a manner of speaking.

And once viewers have overcome the surprise of the many piles of dead bodies, piled across other dead bodies, piled inside and outside in mounds and heaps which would seem utterly infeasible, had the bodies once supposed to have been alive, there is a fairly exciting, fairly tepid, and at times pleasantly complex film awaiting, promising not just Errol Flynn, but more critically than this, Ann Sheridan.

Yes, you can come for the piles of bodies or the Norwegian models, or the overtly evil and ridiculous Nazis, but it turns out that only Ann Sheridan is worth the wait.