Kristen writes for a multitude of publications regarding classic film including ClassicFlix and Awards Circuit. She’s also the owner/found of Journeys in Classic Film. You can check out what’s she watching on Letterboxd.
She is on twitter @Journeys_Film.
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She is on twitter @Journeys_Film.
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This Hitchcockian thriller that plays like an extended episode of The Twilight Zone follows a wealthy heiress (Anne Baxter) attempting to prove that a mysterious man (Richard Todd) isn’t truly her brother as he claims. Michael Anderson’s story could easily have fallen into ridiculousness, and wouldn’t work at all with modern technology, but instead the twists and turns of a fine script leave the audience questioning every scene. Is the opening we just saw - denouncing Todd’s character immediately - a red herring? Is Baxter’s heiress mentally unstable? Adding to the mystique is the fact that not everything is answered for us. Baxter’s character is proven to be something, but you’re still unnerved as to whether her story is plausible. It sounds confusing but that’s because I’m trying to keep some of the mystery to myself. Warner Archive recently released this on DVD and it’s worth a viewing as proof that not every thriller had to be directed by the Master of Suspense.
A classic pre-Code film starring Barbara Stanwyck as Lora Hart, a nurse trying to care for two neglected children. All the pre-Code tropes are present: booze, drugs, skimpy clothing, and, my personal favorite, pre-Code Clark Gable. Stanwyck certainly treads the dark waters of the genre, investing herself fully in a race against time to save two children. Clark Gable is the best, and most sexually enticing, villain out there. He’s even unafraid to slap the indomitable Stanwyck, and she doesn’t suffer fools gladly. There’s almost a campy quality in how director William Wellman relishes what he can show, especially in the scenes where Stanwyck and Joan Blondell undress, but what elevates this about trashy pap is the breathless movement of the plot. By the end, you’re left as emotionally drained as Lora.
Mervyn LeRoy turns high camp into art with his adaptation of Maxwell Anderson’s play, The Bad Seed. The Bad Seedis a film that gets better upon subsequent viewings, the camp and the drama increasing in equal measure. The film follows a picture-perfect suburban family, led by matriarch Nancy Kelly, and the realization by Kelly’s character that her daughter, Rhoda (Patty McCormack) might be a little less than an angel sent down from Heaven. Kelly’s Christine is a mouse trapped, torn between her love for her daughter and the fear of what her child has become. This duality becomes psychologically strengthened by the film’s“nature vs. nurture” discussions with regards to Christine’s parentage. The thrilling aspect stems from what Christine will do: Will she protect her daughter or find some way to stop her child from committing further crimes? The Bad Seed answers this with one of the more hilarious film endings - a near-literal “hand of God” moment - that negates everything laid out in the film but satisfied the censors of the day.
I know the theme is “underrated” but I had to include easily my favorite thriller of all time: the original Cape Fear. If anything, I use the loophole that I know more people who remember the 1990s Martin Scorsese remake than its originator. This version follows the same layout as Scorsese’s take: Sam Bowden (Gregory Peck) squares off with deranged psychopath Max Cady (Robert Mitchum). Where this film achieves legendary status is our two leads. Robert Mitchum turns Max Cady into a dog in heat, his sexuality dripping off him by the end. It’s hard to fathom lusting after a character so evil, but Mitchum certainly steams up the screen despite the horrors he’s inflicting on others. Conversely, Peck, the father of honesty as evidenced by his work in To Kill a Mockingbird, is the mild-mannered family man who must tap into his inner animal to protect his family. So much of Cape Fear’ssuspense is just waiting for one of these two men to proverbially blink first.
The Collector has the distinction of being the best film discovery I’ve made this year. Directed by legend William Wyler, it follows Freddie Clegg (Terence Stamp) as he stalks and kidnaps Miranda Grey (Samantha Eggar). His intentions are pure, or as pure as a kidnapper can get: he just wants the joy of her company. Stamp is another charming villain, albeit without an ounce of overt violence in his being, and he’s complimented by the beautiful Samantha Eggar. The odd thing is the suspense builds and builds throughout. Miranda is kidnapped within the first few minutes, and from there you’re left wondering, like her, how she’ll escape this situation. The Collector is also rife with symbolism, specifically the concept of trapping butterflies for exhibition. Wyler was well-regarded for his sumptuous dramas, but this is a dank and frightening thriller with real-world implications.
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