Disc Reviews

With the success of Yellowstone and the spin-off series 1883, I’ve been patiently waiting for a resurgence of westerns to come out. Bone Tomahawk and The Hateful Eight are pretty much the best westerns we’ve gotten in the past decade, and they both came out in 2015, so I feel we are long overdue for a great western (sorry, but The Power of the Dog didn’t impress me in the least). While I’m always hopeful a new title will impress me, unfortunately, despite the solid cast, Murder At Yellowstone City is a film that simply disappoints. Cicero (Isaiah Mustafa) is a drifter and a recently freed slave who happens to be a big fan of Shakespeare. It’s his unfortunate luck that he rides into Yellowstone City, Montana when a prospector has struck gold, and soon after the prospector finds himself on the unfortunate end of a gun. Sheriff Ambrose (Gabriel Byrne) doesn’t take long to arrest Cicero, considering he’s the new face in town and ignores the notion that just about any other person in town would have a good reason to kill the prospector. The film is definitely an ensemble piece with each of its characters having a secret. If executed properly, this could have been a fun murder mystery, but the Sheriff simply is too lazy to investigate anything, even as more dead bodies start showing up around town.

The mystery element of the film is even taken away about midway through the film as the plot goes into all too familiar territory with generic storylines that simply lead to an evitable shootout. Filling out the cast is Thomas Jane as Thaddeus Murphy, the town preacher, who has a mysterious past and is one of the only ones who believes that Cicero is innocent of being the murderer. What Jane is able to do with this character is genuinely one of the more enjoyable aspects of this film, though I wish they didn’t take this character in such an obvious direction as the film plays out. Richard Dreyfuss is Edgar Blake, the town barkeep, who is friendly with everyone, and while it is nice to see Dreyfuss on screen, well, there simply isn’t enough of him. Aimee Garcia (Lucifer) plays Isabel, one of the town’s many prostitutes who has a connection to the deceased prospector and of course wants to see vengeance. I mention that there are a lot of prostitutes in this town. Well, it just seems that all the women in the town are prostitutes with the exception of the preacher’s wife and the prospector’s wife. The town isn’t quite a boomtown, and I’ll simply blame the low budget for the mostly empty streets and lack of diversity with a background cast.

"Rule 91: When you decide to walk away, don't look back."

CBS releases the 19th season of NCIS on DVD, and just the sound of that gives one reason to pause. There are few shows or franchises that get to live in that rarified air. In the modern age of television, only the Dick Wolf Law & Order series has accomplished this kind of sheer mass of episodes. The NCIS landscape is certainly in for some big changes. The New Orleans show ended with its 7th season last year, a new NCIS: Hawaii has now had its first year, and we'll be talking about that show in the days to come. The franchise will crossed its 900th episode this season with the addition of NCIS: Hawaii. CBS still had production facilities in the Island State, and those will soon be put to good use extending the family that actually started with JAG, and if you include that 10-year run, the franchise is over 1000 episodes. Shows don't last that long without doing something right.

“In the 1940’s, a new genre – film noir – emerged from the world of hard-boiled pulp magazines, paperback thrillers, and sensational crime movies. These films, tough and unsentimental, depicted a black and white universe at once brutal, erotic, and morally ambiguous.”

Film Noir officially started in the 40’s, but the movement was well underway by the early 30’s. You can trace its roots to the Great Depression and the arrival of the dime pulp magazines. These were highly stylized, mostly mystery stories that provided cheap escapism for the masses who were not having a good time of it. Writers like Raymond Chandler crafted the mold that was easily transferred to the silver screen. These were low-budget films that were intended to be second billing with the more mainstream releases. They were shot quickly. Many have a very flat look, created intentionally. The lighting was often minimal, crafting odd shadows and unusual textures. The dialog wasn’t intended to be natural or realistic. These characters usually spoke in clichés and had names like Mac, Griff, or Dollface. There was often a shade of gray to these characters. Good and evil were not always so clear cut. Gangsters became common themes of the genre. And while the dialog might have been cheesy, the cinematography was often gritty and almost ultra-realistic. At times the films played out like documentaries, often including narration. The narrator would always be a voice of authority; often film reel stars were used. The films were heavily influenced by German Expressionism, perfected by the likes of Fritz Lang in the silent era and carried over to more modern themes. The films always contained a steady supply of stock characters and actors. It was smoky rooms and neon lights. It was a reflection on the times. It was Film Noir.

"Most things happen unexpectedly, even the apocalypse!"

I can't deny that Italians, we love to cook and eat. It's a stereotype that I embrace with pride. So it shouldn't be too much of a surprise that food finds its way intruding in other aspects of life. In the 50's and 60's we called the Italian western films of directors like Sergio Leone Spaghetti Westerns. Later we would talk about the Italian horror films from masters like Mario Bava and Dario Argento Spaghetti Nightmares. Well, why should we leave out the same period's Italian science fiction films? So even if it's not terribly original, I'm going to coin the term Ziti Sci-Fi. One of the true masters of Ziti Sci-Fi has to be director Antonio Margheriti. Don't be too surprised if you don't know the name. His films were always low-budget affairs, and he usually directed under the more American-sounding name of Anthony Dawson or Anthony M. Dawson. He understood that the American audience was the Holy Grail of box office success, so he attempted to make his films appear in the promotions as if they might be American or at least British films. Like many foreign genre films at that time, it was also important to get a relatively well-known American actor to lend their name to the project. The original Godzilla shot American scenes that featured Raymond Burr to sell here, and Margheriti was no different. Now thanks to a restoration and release by Film Detective, we get to see one of his better films.

"For those of you who haven't met me, you might call me the undernourished Alfred Hitchcock. The great British craftsman and I do share something in common: an interest in the oddball, a predilection toward the bizarre. And this place is nothing if not bizarre, by virtue of the paintings you see hanging around me."

When I mention the name Rod Serling, I'll bet that The Twilight Zone is the first thing that pops into your head. And why not? It would be very hard, indeed, to argue against the impact that The Twilight Zone has had on television. To say that the series was a milestone in that medium would be an understatement of the worst kind. When Rod Serling brought his landmark series to CBS in October of 1959, television was still very new. No one was quite sure what the future held for that magical box. For five years Rod Serling would enter our living rooms with the most bizarre tales we'd ever seen. But no matter how exotic and strange the stories might appear on the surface, Serling always brought our own humanity into vividly sharp focus before it was over. When the series had run its course, we didn't hear much from Serling for over a decade. He continued writing, of course. His screenplay for the 1968 Planet Of The Apes would lead to record-breaking at the box office, but Serling's home was always that magical box, and it didn't take long for him to find his way back.