Raise Ravens (Cria Cuervos) (1976)

Movies about childhood seen through the eyes of a child are some of the most difficult films to get right. This is mostly due to the struggle to find a convincing child actor. The Spanish director Carlos Saura had the advantage of seeing one such child actress perform in Victor Erice’s brilliant film, “The Spirit of the Beehive.”  Her name is Ana Torrent, and she is once again thoroughly convincing in Saura’s sad view of three girls who quickly become parentless during the final years of Franco’s fascist dictatorship in his poignant film, “Cria Cuervos.” 

Torrent portrays Ana, an 8-year-old girl who also has two sisters, Conchi (11 years old) and Maite (5 years old). Recently, their mother died in the house from cancer, and the movie’s present time is set in the year Saura made the film (1975). The story is set inside their large and gloomy house outside of Madrid and opens as Ana is awakened by the sounds of love made by her father and his married lover. It seems that Ana blames her mother’s death on her father’s infidelity, as she sneaks outside their bedroom door when suddenly the lover screams, rushes out of the door, and runs away from the house as Ana discovers her father’s dead body on the bed, apparently from a heart attack. From there, her mother’s unmarried sister Paulina (Monica Randall) takes over the house and the responsibility of the three girls. The movie will then follow how life and coming of age occur for Ana, while intertwining Ana’s dream visions of her mother and flashbacks of when her mother and father were alive with futuristic foreshadowing interpretations of Ana as an adult. Portraying Ana’s mother in a dual role with the foreshadowed future adult Ana is Saura’s lover and friend, Geraldine Chaplin. Since the mother is an Englishwoman living in Spain, Chaplin, who is English, uses her own voice as the mother but has her voice dubbed when portraying the adult Ana.

Since this is a movie told from the perspective of a small child, the fantasy elements with Ana’s dead mother fit elegantly within the story, as children are always daydreaming, and a child who lost a loving parent will tend to daydream that the parent is still with them. Especially during times of pain and trauma. The fantasy mother first appears right at the start of the movie when Ana is washing a half-drunk glass of milk that she removed from her now-dead father’s night table. While in the kitchen washing the glass, the mother appears as a loving and tender comfort to the little girl. At this point in the film, I did not realize that the mother was already dead and that Ana was being comforted by her imagination. The scene sets the tone of the entire film, and once I was informed that the opening scene had made Ana an orphan, everything else fell into place. 

Seeing a future Ana speaking about her childhood, as that is all the future Ana does in the movie, was also a clever way for Saura to interpret how this childhood effects and creates the adult. I felt pain in the face of the adult Ana while seeing how her childhood continued as an orphan. All of these separate elements between reality, fantasy, the past, present, and future are not presented in a linear fashion, giving the entire film a surrealistic and poetic feel. 


Symbolism is used throughout the movie, and Saura used various clever props to instill mystery. For example, the glass of milk is imagined in Ana’s mind as being poisoned by her, and the weapon used is the death of her father, for whom she blames her mother’s death in a way that only a child can assign blame. The poison, of course, is in her mind and is used in other clever ways of showing childish empathy in the wonderful child that is Ana. Living in the big house is Ana’s invalid grandmother, whom everyone looks at with annoyance and treats like another piece of furniture. Except Ana, of course, who will speak to her grandmother and ask her what she wants. When she asks the grandmother if she wants to die, the old lady nods yes, and Ana will give her a glass of milk containing her imagined poison. Other symbolic elements of the movie, such as the men being military men, being cold and selfish, and the prison-like feel of the great house, were elements that did not leave that much of an impression on me. I was more interested in the world of the little girl.

While Aunt Paulina is a sad and cold person, she is also shown as having a heart and seems to truly care about the children. I appreciated the way that she was not portrayed as a villain. Her becoming the guardian of three girls was not her doing, and Saura shows her difficulty. Also, as an unmarried woman, she is depicted as a woman who is set in her ways, which makes a lot of sense. Through the eyes of Ana, she is not her mother, and as such, she is resentful of the little girl. Showing her as a real person and not a villain helps to add depth to the story. 

“Cria Cuervos is a sad movie, although within its sadness there are many spurts of childhood joy. Most of the joyful scenes are combined with the playing of Ana’s favorite (or only) music record. Ana’s mother was once a very promising pianist before she got married, and music was dear to Ana. The record is the pop song from 1975, “Porque te vas,” which is a delightfully catchy tune that children love. Ana plays the song to cheer herself up and dances with her sisters to its chirpy tune in one delightful scene.

While many people see “Cria Cuervos” as a metaphor for the end of Franco’s Spain, it is the sadness of a wonderful little girl’s exposure to reality that took me in and swept me away. As a movie made through the eyes of a child and as an interpretation of a child’s resilience over tragedy, it is a movie of extraordinary grace and power.

One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (1975)

Milos Forman ran away from his home country, Czechoslovakia, after the Russian tanks put down the more liberal Czech government, and he was subsequently fired from the Czechoslovakia state-run movie studio.    His American movie that he most likely felt an affinity for was his cinematic interpretation of Ken Kesey’s brilliant exhibition of the totalitarian and Draconian way that mental institutes were run in the United States during the 60s.    Staying mostly true to the original source, Forman’s, “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s nest”, leaves a strong message not only on mental health issues, but also on freedom of will.  

Sporting a fantastic cast, the movie tells the story of a convicted convict trying to fake insanity, so that he has an easier path to freedom.   The convict Patrick “RP” McMurphy (Jack Nickolson in his first Oscar winning role), as the only truly sane patient there, is also the only patient who is truly unpredictable.   He is charismatic, loud, opinionated and carries an intense need to be in control all the time.     He is what one would call a punk, and a punk in an insane asylum can have quite an effect on the asylum.   His nemesis is the seemingly mild, soft-spoken Nurse Ratched (Louise Fletcher in a terrifically understated performance).

The first two thirds of the movie are hilarious and entertaining as McMurphy wins the awe of his fellow inmates (or patients).  He converts their innocent card games into a game of Poker (for which he easily wins money from them), gets them to rise and demand change to their unending routine (they all suddenly want to watch the world series on TV), and does all this by basically listening to them and treating them like any another human being.    There is a large giant of a Native American that he converses and befriends, although he is told this man can’t hear or speak or understand.   Having been used to going through his rebellious life not adhering to authority, McMurphy finds that his attitude in the institute gives him the aura of being a leader.    This will grow into caring for the people that he is imprisoned with.    For the first time in his life, McMurphy realizes that he can become a leader and this newfound importance changes his attitude towards life.    This development causes great comedy and very endearing scenes that are a joy to watch.  One part of the movie that I have heard many people regard as unrealistic and unnecessary is when McMurphy escapes the hospital with all his new interned friends, not to escape, but to take them on a fishing trip on a stolen boat.   While I understand the way this plot element may seem disconnected to the main theme and story, I liked it and felt that it gave an understanding as to how McMurphy welcomed his newfound role of leadership.      

The last third of the movie is a much more serious depiction of the darker side of mental health care.  Even today, there is so much that our mental health doctors do not know and much of their treatment is based on experimentation.  In the 60’s it included lots of shock treatments and even soul-destroying lobotomies.    At the center of the movie is a battle of will between McMurphy and nurse Ratched.    She demands order and, while soft-spoken and gentle, will revert to viable threats, dishonesty, and a complete lack of empathy for her compulsion to retain that order.   During the first section of the movie, she is studying McMurphy, while building a deep hatred for him, and apparently vengeful action.  In the 2nd part, she exerts her power while he tries to exert his.     The thing is she has all the resources, and he only has himself.    It is not a very winnable situation for him, yet he tries to be defiant until the end.  

The performances in the movie are superb throughout.  It is not only Nickolson who shines as the over-the-top McMurphy, but his cast of patients in the hospital are each true to their characters.   I heard that the cast members were in an actual institute studying the various patients and that Forman gave each actor a patient to study for whom they would mimic for the film.    In watching each of these actors’ extravagant, quirky performances, I not only believed in the truism of the characters and their issues but was also struck as to how each one of them was so different from the other.    Whether it was the timid, sexually repressed Billy (Brad Dourif), the paranoid Mr. Harding (William Redfield), the bipolar Martini (Danny DeVito in his debut) or others, each character felt like a real-life victim of mental disorder.   In addition, their interaction with each other felt real and unforced.   These truly marvelous performances are one of the main treats to this movie.

As McMurphy, Nickolson put a stamp on the persona he had been building since Easy Rider.    In each subsequent role he was a loud, boisterous outsider.  In each of those roles he rebelled against the establishment.    In,” One flew over the Cuckoo’s nest”, his character places him in the one place most in need of a rebellion and Nickolson thrives in the role.    He knows that he is the most controlled person in the room and in knowing this he has fun working it.    It is one of those over-the-top performances that works.

The best performance out of so many good ones, in my opinion, must be that of Louise Fletcher, who also won a well-deserved Academy Award for the role of the evil Nurse Ratched.   The decision to play Ratched in a low-key, subdued manner was brilliant but required her to communicate her feelings in a silent manner.   As Ratched watches how McMurphy takes over her ward, I saw in her seemingly deadpan gaze her emotions varying from interest, to worry and eventually to hate.    It is a superb feat of acting that allowed subtlety to work in portraying evil intent.      Where I come from there is a saying that says, “still water digs deep inside”, when referring to eerily quiet people, and Nurse Ratched perfectly fits that interpretation.   The power of her performance has become legendary, and it is impossible to think of any other actress in the role.   Unfortunately, the precision of her acting caused her career to be pigeonholed into similar roles and her career never blossomed after this film.  

“One flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest” is an extremely entertaining and frequently funny movie, that contains a terrific ending that stresses its stirring drama and serious themes.   When the theme of the power that controlling elements have over the singular individual comes from a man who started his career working in an autocratic communist regime, it becomes a movie that serves as a warning against taking freedom for granted.    That is a great message, and this is a great and important movie.  

The Wall (Deewaar) (1975)

It says quite a lot about Hindi cinema when one of it’s more iconic and acclaimed movies from its golden age is an unimaginative, poorly directed embarrassment.   Unfortunately, that is exactly what Yash Chopra’s 1975 crime film, “Deewaar”, is.   My guess is that Hindi Cinema is full of numerous films that are worse than this one, which is not saying very much about the industry.

In the 1970s, Hindi cinema developed from being primarily romantic musicals to having grittier crime-related urban themes.  “Deewaar” deals with an age-old story about two brothers who go in two completely different directions that lead to a major clash.    After the father of a trade union leader, Anand Verma (Satyen Kappu), is forced to comply with a corrupt business executive and turn against the people he represents, he is ostracized by everyone and chooses to run away and desert his family without giving them any means of making a living.   His eldest son, who is currently only a small boy, is branded by his neighbors with a sign proclaiming his father is a thief.   Verma’s wife (Nirupa Roy) takes her two small children away from the industrial town to the big city of Bombay or Mumbai of today.    There they sleep on the streets while both the mother and her eldest son work with the aim of retaining a hovel to live in and sending the youngest son to school.     The two sons, Vijay (Amitabh Bachchan) and Ravi (Shashi Kapoor) grow up with Ravi getting a degree and Vijay working, the docks as a porter.     Vijay will then work his way into leading a crime family of smugglers, while Vijay uses the education that Ravi helped pay for to get hired by the police force.      As a police officer, he is then assigned the job of putting away his gangster brother in a typical good brother against bad brother storyline.   After the great commercial success of this movie, the good brother vs bad brother plot would repeat itself in countless Hindi films.

This is a movie that is heralded for its historically influential attributes.    For example, the anti-hero (Vijay) uses Hong Kong martial arts skills in his climb to the top of the crime empire, which helped pave the way for Hindi martial arts movies going forward.   Not that anyone would confuse the unexciting amateurish fighting scenes in this movie with one of Bruce Lees’ fighting sequences.  In addition, the more realistic portrayals of violence in the movie were something previously not seen in Hindi Cinema and paved the way for more realistic cinema.    Another unique feature for Hindi films was the portrayal of Vijay by the excellent Indian actor Bachchan as somewhat sympathetic.  Previous to this film, there was a clear designation as to good and bad in Hindi films.   Here, while his actions are not moral in any sense, Vijay is driven to them by his need to care for his mother.    It is when his mother takes the side of his brother that his world starts to fall apart.

At the time this movie came out, musical interludes were important to Hindi films.    These are not stage presentations but rather fantastical scenes of incredulity whereby characters suddenly break out in a song and dance.   Chopra was smart enough to limit these musical interludes to only two characters.  That is the good brother Ravi and his fiancé.   For me, even in this limited fashion, the interruption of a crime drama with a corny love sonnet is absurd and completely misplaced.  Even for a Hindi movie.   In addition, all six of the songs are bland and unmemorable.

Out of all its shortcomings, the element of the movie that irked me the most was its simplistic narrative that left no place for law and order or any sort of strategic thinking.   What is considered a bold plan in this movie usually consists of something in the vein of, “you sign the paper, or I kill your family”, or, “take this password to the dock, and they will just hand over the goods to you”.    Sophistication is not a word I would use to describe the screenwriting of this movie.    This may be mostly due to the producers realizing that many third world viewers in other countries where Hindi films were popular are illiterate and need a simplistic plot to follow along.  

In addition, the direction style of Chopra with its quick close-ups and brutal point of view changes is quite jarring, making for a cheap-looking movie.     Luckily for him, he gets some good performances from his cast, and special mention needs to be made of the performance of Bachchan as Vijay.     Watching this performance, I got the feeling that Al Pacino watched it and used it for his performance in, “Scarface”. 

Even with the understanding that Hindi movies aim at a different type of audience, I still could not get through the simplistic story and shoddy direction of this apparently iconic film. “Deewaar”, which means the wall that separates the brothers, is not at the level of the best Hindi movies such as, “Mother India”, and for someone who is not a great fan of Hindi films, was a waste of almost three hours of my life. 

Bring me the Head of Alfredo Garcia (1974)

Sam Peckinpah claims that of all his films, the only one that he truly felt was the movie he intended to make was, “Bring me the head of Alfredo Garcia”.    That is quite a statement from a man who created genre-setting controversial films such as, “The Wild Bunch”, and “Straw Dogs”.   The movie he is most proud of is the same film that was almost universally derided by both the audience and film critics when it premiered.  That may have to do with the movie being a nihilistic and hard-to-stomach depiction of humanity at its lowest and dirtiest.   However, when looked at closely, there seems to be something akin to being autobiographical within the character Benny, and Peckinpah himself.    

 

The movie opens somewhere in Mexico, along a beautiful peaceful river where a young pregnant girl is relaxing beside the water, until her father’s henchmen take her away as she has been summoned by her cartel boss, father. He wants to know who got her pregnant, and after a bit of light torture, is told that the guilty party is Alfredo Garcia, for whom, it seemed, was a trusted and loved employee of said father. He goes about and sets a $1,000,000 reward for the person or persons who bring to him Garcia’s bodyless head. Hence, the film’s title. Some high-class hired killers sweep through Mexico looking for Garcia. Their search brings them to a small rough village bar, and it’s resident Vietnam War vet piano player, Bennie. Bennie, you see once knew Alfredo Garcia, through their mutual love interest, call-girl Elita. By the 2nd part of the film, Bennie ends up riding in a raw beat-up car with the rotting fly-infested head of Garcia lying on the passenger seat. How the head got there is original to some and disappointing to others. He, on the other hand, is hell-bent on bringing the head to the Cartel, even though he never really realizes the extent of the ransom he will receive. Along the way, many people are killed in Peckinpah’s famous slow-motion style.

The movie boasts an excellent and unconventional cast.    Robert Webber and Gig Young are cast as two brutal hired killers.   While Webber had previously acted as a killer or soldier, he never had such a dark persona before in any of his previous films.   Young, previously to this role, mostly played mild-mannered, gentle characters.  Here they use their against-type personalities to invest an almost loving couple feel to their roles.  Their characters are another embarrassing example of Hollywood depicting gay people as deranged killers.   While their gay relationship with each other is never really spelled out, it is hinted at in a not to subtle way.  Especially in the scene with a salon hooker comes on to Webber’s character, resulting in her getting hit hard by him in his response of disgust.      The quirkiness of this casting, however, works quite well, making them not only believable but fascinating within the context of the story.  

 The role of the love interest, call-girl Elita was cast by the famous Mexican actress Isela Vega.   While unknown to American audiences, Vega was an established award-winning star in Mexico.  Her performance here is superb, as her Elita is one of those sad losers of life who is just looking for a way out of her misery.   Even if that means hatching on to Bennie and his obsession with bringing the rotting head of Garcia to the Cartel boss.    Her sad, poignant portrayal is spot on.   She is also part of another one of Peckinpah’s controversial rape scenes, where the person being raped seems to be enjoying herself.   I believe Peckinpah added the rape scene, which has no relevance to the film’s story, as a way of telling everyone what he meant by the controversial rape scene found in his hit movie, “Straw Dogs”.    

For the role of Bennie, Peckinpah cast the great character actor Warren Oats.    As Bennie, Oats is an alcoholic, unclean artist (he plays the piano).   He is always drinking, rarely bathes and wears the same sunglasses that Peckinpah himself loved to wear.   His depiction of him looks very similar to Peckinpah himself.    When Peckinpah boasts that this is his only real personal film, I believe he was referring to the autobiographical depiction of the movie’s main character.   Peckinpah succeeded in getting one of his best performances from Oats.   Bennie is constantly battling with himself and, as a war vet, is no stranger to violence and danger.    He is also a man hungry for love and his feelings for Elita go beyond the physical.   Oats moves through these emotions superbly, making his Bennie somewhat likable while at the same time disgusting.    I also felt that Bennie’s obsession with taking the severed head, mirrors in some way Peckinpah’s obsession in making this film without any major studio support. 

This is a Peckinpah movie and, as is the case with many of his films, it is full of bloody violence.  Many people are killed along the way of Bennie’s macabre journey with a severed rotting head.    The violence is once again shown in Peckinpah’s slow motion style through various perspectives.   The pain of the deaths is made real by the slow-motion depictions.     This is not a movie for the fainthearted.   

Visually, the movie has some remarkable wide shots of the Mexican landscape while keeping the colors shaded to maximize the gritty dark mood of the entire film.   This visual style works to enhance the feeling of isolation and abandonment felt by Bennie throughout the movie.  “Bring me the Head of Alfredo Garcia” is not a conventional movie in any sense.  It is an offbeat film that features a weird and repugnant story line.    That is also one of the reasons that it is a fascinating and interesting watch.  

The Towering Inferno (1974)

The only thing good about 1970’s tepid, boring disaster film, “Airport”, was that it was chock-full of great satirical material that eventually created one of the great movie comedies.     It also has the infamy of having started the disaster film genre that was so popular in the 70s. 1973’s, “The Towering Inferno”, was that genre’s “pièce de résistance”, with its gargantuan budget and all-star cast.   That does not make it a good movie.  In fact, it is not even my favorite disaster movie from this period (that dubious honor goes to “The Poseidon Adventure”).

The movie has a very simple premise to its plot.   Architect Doug Roberts (Paul Newman) and building developer James Duncan (William Holden), are preparing for the dedication of their newly built “Glass Tower”.   A 515-meter tall, 138 story skyscraper.   The villain in the movie is Duncan’s electrical engineer son-in-law Roger Simmons (Richard Chamberlain), who cut corners on electrical safety specifications required by Doug’s plans, to save money and receive kickbacks.   This resulted in a fire igniting on the 81st floor while a large celebratory dedication party is in full swing on the 135th floor.    The fire department arrives in the seemingly heroic and capable hands of Chief Michael O’Halloran (Steve McQueen).    The fire went out of control, trapping everyone above the 81st floor.     Many sub-characters played by other recognizable actors, burn or fall to their death, or, as in most cases, both.     Doug rescues a couple of cute kids who can’t act, and Chief O’Halloran risks his life a couple of times to save a few lives.   Am I the only one who thinks that the heroic Chief failed miserably in controlling the fire once he arrived?  I will not go into any more details of the plot, because they are not that important.   Of course, we have a villain in Simmons, whose fate is as clear as water from the beginning.   

The “Towering Inferno” boasts an A-list Hollywood cast, and the best special effects money could buy at the time.   In addition to Newman, McQueen, Holden, and Chamberlain, we are given Fay Dunaway as Duncan’s daughter, as well as Doug’s girlfriend, Fred Astaire as a conman trying to con a rich old lady, Robert Wagner as a public relations officer, whose only purpose in the movie is to be burned alive, OJ Simpson as the token black guy, playing a security officer and many more recognizable Hollywood faces.   It is completely impossible for any movie with that large of a cast to include any inkling of depth in its characters.   Even a movie that is 3 hours long.    So, all we get are basic introductions that allow us to witness said characters’ death or heroism.   

The movie was produced by the disaster film Tzar Irwin Allen and directed by the untalented John Guillermin. The result is an expensive looking TV movie that takes most of its premise from the plot of the 1932 classic, “Grand Hotel”. I guess they could have called the movie, “Grand Hotel on Fire”. At least in the 1932 film, the characters were allowed to expand into something that we could identify with. Here, their determination to either die or survive does not give them that opportunity. A great example of this is the character played by Wagner, who, because he is having an affair with his secretary, gets trapped with her in the inferno. There is absolutely no purpose for him or her except to maybe be a cautionary warning against sexual misconduct in the workplace. I wish that was what was on the producer’s minds. Instead, I just think they wanted to kill two attractive people in a horrible and what they felt was a cool way.

While watching the “Towering Inferno”, I could not help but gasp at the many scenes of people falling to their deaths, as these scenes are eerily like the real-life pictures displayed all over the world on 9/11.    If anything positive can be said about the movie, it is this prophetic warning about how dangerous it is to be living on the highest levels of giant skyscrapers.

  A perfect disaster movie needs to suck its viewer into a nightmarish situation, while caring about the people going through the horror, and include great tension and suspense before giving a satisfactory conclusion.  “The Towering Inferno” fails miserably in all those elements.