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Late to being a contender! A review of On the Waterfront

Terry: You don’t understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let’s face it. It was you, Charley.

On the Waterfront (1954)

I’ve been putting off watching On the Waterfront, thanks to a case of mistaken identity. For years I thought that On the Waterfront and On Golden Pond were the same movie, and I have no desire to watch On Golden Pond because, although I respect the hell out of her, I don’t really enjoy watching Katharine Hepburn. No hate, just zzzzzzz. But on a night when I finally decided to give Henry Fonda and Hepburn a chance, Marlon Brando ended up on my television instead. I’m thankful I decided to stop bratting out over that movie because this one turned out to be one of my favorite movies I’ve seen as a part of this blog.

Brando seems like such a caricature in The Godfather— that’s not meant as an insult to him, but when you see millions of people do bad impressions of Don Corleone I can’t help but giggle a little when I hear some of his lines now coming even from him. Couple that with the fact that I was too obsessed with Martin Sheen to even notice that Brando was in Apocalypse Now, and I just never really thought much about how incredible of an actor he is. This movie did it for me. While watching the film, it’s hard to believe that Brando isn’t actually Terry Malloy, that he doesn’t actually feel like so morally conflicted, that he’s not actually intrigued by Edie, that his brother isn’t actually breaking his heart.

While Brando’s acting is probably my favorite part of the movie, he’s supported by a cast of equally talented individuals. The plot and screenplay were very solid to me as well. There is definite political commentary as well as some religious overtones (overtones may not even be adequate considering one of the supporting characters is a priest), but those aspects sell the story. And the last scene? Waterworks. I felt like I was standing right behind him. I honestly can’t remember the last time I felt so emotional and invested in a film by the end of it.

There are a million other scenes that stand out to me in addition to the finale– the opening scene, the pigeons, the rally at the church, the taxicab scene with his brother, the scene at the bar. Even now as I’m writing this, I’m excited to watch it again. And here I go with the hype machine: I consider this one of my favorite films that I’ve watched so far on this “Late to the Movies” mission, and potentially one of my top ten favorite movies of all time.

[Editor’s note: And if you don’t believe my hype, On the Waterfront won eight Oscars — Best Picture, Best Director (Elia Kazan), Best Actor (Brando), Best Screenplay (Budd Schulberg), Best Supporting Actress (Eva Marie Saint), Best Art Direction (Richard Day), Best Cinematography (Boris Kaufman) and Best Editing (Gene Milford)– and was nominated for four more (score by Leonard Bernstein and three Best Supporting Actor nominees).]

Face palm moment: Not that I didn’t love Eva Marie Saint in North by Northwest, but this movie has led to a very unhealthy girl crush on my part. I’m not quite sure what to do about it. She was incredible in this movie, she had great chemistry with Brando, and she deserved her Academy Award win. Wowzer.

Eva Marie Saint as Edie Doyle

Favorite part: I’m not going to spoil it for those who haven’t seen the movie, but just assume that I cried my eyeballs out at the last scene. Then I popped my eyeballs back in, and cried them out again. Rinse, repeat.

The “I missed that in pop culture trivia” moment: Anything ever related to that contender line.

Regrettable tardiness scale (out of 10): 10/10. Don’t judge a book by the fact that you think it stars Katharine Hepburn. Recommend if you like movies that are wonderful, and especially if you liked the second season of The Wire

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Late to selling the jewels in a championship belt! A review of Raging Bull

Prologue by Gavin:

I love Ordinary People. That might seem a bit out of left field as we’re discussing Raging Bull, but to me Ordinary People and Raging Bull will be tied together because they were both nominated for the Oscar™ for Best Picture in 1980. As much as I love Ordinary People and despite the fact that I still cry when I watch it (damn you Robert Redford, Timothy Hutton and Judd Hirsch!), I don’t think it was the best picture from that year. In terms of cinema, filmic values, direction and individual acting performances and damn near anything else you want to use as a standard, Ordinary People is a fine film. Excellent even. Still, Raging Bull is better. The acting is better, the movie looks and feels more visceral and it is every bit as emotionally wrenching as Ordinary People.

[Editor’s note: So, uh, I guess I should see Ordinary People?]

I don’t recall exactly when I first saw the movie, but I was a teenager. I didn’t see it in the theatre because I was (barely) too young. But I know that when I rented it and watched it with friends, the fight scenes grabbed the youthful boy that was me and would not let me go. At that stage in my life, I only saw it as an action film intercut with scenes of an abusive asshole terrorizing the people closest to him. When Jake finally gets his shot at the championship and then has to take a dive, it didn’t really register with me. If it did register, I’m sure my opinion was “oh, you’re not so tough now are you? You can stand up to Vicki, but you can’t stand up to Coach from ‘Cheers,’ you scumbag?” (Like a lot of people, I was callow in my youth and thought I knew everything.)

Of course, as I grew older, I began to appreciate stuff in the movie that I could never have spotted or understood when I was younger. When I was eighteen, I never would have even considered that this movie is a powerful statement about reconciliation and forgiveness. The story has often been told that Martin Scorsese said that growing up, he had only two possible vocations open to him, priest or gangster, and that he apparently seriously considered the priesthood. His Christianity shines through in this move (as does a certain amount of his affection for gangsters). While I couldn’t possibly have seen this as a callow boy of eighteen, now that I’m an ostensibly grown-ass man of (cough-cough) years, it’s impossible for me to not see this aspect of it. I would suggest that this is, perhaps, one of the two most important American films on the subject of forgiveness and reconciliation, the other being Dead Man Walking.

[Editor’s note: So, uh, I guess I should see Dead Man Walking?]

I will be curious to see what Laura thinks about this aspect of the film. A lot of people are repelled by Jake LaMotta, and with good reason. He is a thug, a boor, abusive and totally unable to control his impulses, many of which are loathsome. In other words, he is, like me, a deeply flawed human being. I can’t identify with the things Jake did, but I can identify with having done things for which I don’t deserve to be forgiven but, for reasons totally beyond my understanding, I believe actually ARE forgiven. Don’t get me wrong; the sheer brutality of the fight scenes alone is positively balletic and are reason enough to watch the film (This is one man’s opinion. For every person who thinks the fight scenes are amazing, you will find at least one person completely repulsed by the violence. Somehow, and I can’t adequately explain this, the blood is made worse and more visceral because it appears in black and white.). That’s why the eighteen year-old version of me dug it as much as I did. If Scorcese had wanted to make a straight-up boxing picture, he could have done that and left it alone and made a fine film. But this story is so much more. The brutality of this movie, inside and outside the ring, are what make the redemption aspect of it so powerful.

One piece of trivia: Cathy Moriarty, who plays Vicki LaMotta, makes her film debut in this movie. Try to wrap your head around this as you watch: Cathy Moriarty was only nineteen years old when principal photography began.


LTTM review:

Jake La Motta: You didn’t get me down, Ray.

I make it a rule not to read the reviews my friends write before watching the movie. It makes sense that way, right? No spoilers, no outside effect on the way I view the movie. Just me and a film I should’ve seen a million years ago.

I don’t know about Raging Bull. I liked it. It was fine. No, it was better than fine. It was pretty good. But as I read Gavin’s discussion of forgiveness and reconciliation, I feel like the eighteen-year-old Gavin. Maybe I missed something? To me, this movie was about a guy who was great at what he did but let a lot of things get in the way of being a decent human being.

I’ve seen many lists where Raging Bull is called the best sports movie ever (and it’s always in the top ten of the AFI best films list). I think that for me to enjoy a sports movie, I need to feel a strong connection to one of the characters. I loved Rocky, I loved Ray Kinsella (and Moonlight Graham and ESPECIALLY Shoeless Joe), I loved Norman Dale– shoot, I REALLY loved George Knox. This movie made me really respect Robert DeNiro as an actor– dude gained 60 pounds for this movie and in the first scene I actually thought he was Marlon Brando— but I didn’t feel much for the character besides thinking that he was a complete asshole. I don’t even like him that much as other Scorsese leads played by DeNiro. The connection, for me, wasn’t there.

Don’t get me wrong– this is a very good movie. But it’s not my favorite sports-related movie and it’s not even my favorite Scorsese. I think I missed a lot of the deeper meaning to the movie but I’m not even that interested in rewatching. I recommend seeing it once but it won’t be on my list of frequent repeats.

Face palm moment: Cathy Moriarty– I know her as the rude woman from Casper.

Cathy Moriarty– what a meanie!

Favorite part: The shoutout to On the Waterfront, which I watched as a part of this blog but never managed to review it. I should though because it’s probably one of my favorite movies I’ve watched as a part of this project.

Regrettable tardiness scale (out of 10): 5/10. I didn’t feel the connection I think most people have.