Word: sundowners
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Saroyan's version of boy meets girl seems sticky, but this production directed by Michael Cline could have given more insights into the characters as three-dimensional people. At least Saroyan makes the point that provincial Texas towns are best gotten out of before sundown...
...film, disregarding saner methods of storytelling. The abrupt insertion of musical numbers, for example, or the prison escape sequence may strike you as unbelievable or wretchedly excessive, but you know notwithstanding that a DIRECTOR is in control and is exercising his prerogatives. The cross-cutting (as in Hurry Sundown) makes no concessions to audience logic and proceeds solely on Preminger's sure and personal instincts. And at the end, when Preminger actually Stops the film and his voice on the soundtrack TELLS us that we WANT to see the credits--WOW!! Incredible potency...
...Producer Hal Kanter's unblushing preseason review of his new NBC show Julia, the first TV series to focus on a Negro family. "Julia will be an opportunity to show the world how black people live," chimed in Diahann Carroll, late of Broadway (No Strings) and Hollywood (Hurry Sundown), who plays the title role...
Most of the movie's minor parts are played by experts, notably Pat Hingle as a sanctimonious judge who orders multiple executions, Ed Begley as a frightened outlaw, and Michael O'Sullivan as a hysterical, doomed criminal. But neither the performances nor the gundown-at-sundown story coalesce into more than a sanguinary celebration of vigilante justice. With some evocative photography and a touch of gallows humor, Director Ted Post tries to make Hang 'Em High stylish and spirited enough to swing. It swings all right-like a body at the end of a rope...
...that his past is irretrievable and his future improbable. "They ambled like dead men, seeking refuge from the stony midday sun, no longer knowing that they walked. Land was like alcohol; he walked, and walking was like drinking. He drank it in on waking, and went all day from sundown to blackout wallowing in it until he dropped from exhaustion and total inebriation, happy and not caring if he ever woke again. Trudging all day over the flat stale beer of the stony plain, brandy of hills, mouth shut tight because it seeped in continually through eyes, ears, nose...