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Showing posts with label Jack Nicholson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jack Nicholson. Show all posts

Sunday, May 1, 2022

Ride in the Whirlwind (1966; Monte Hellman)

Ride in the Whirlwind (USA, 1966) 82 min color DIR-EDITOR: Monte Hellman. PROD: Monte Hellman, Jack Nicholson. SCR: Jack Nicholson. DOP: Gregory Sandor. MUSIC: Robert Drasnin. CAST: Cameron Mitchell, Jack Nicholson, Tom Filer, Millie Perkins, Katherine Squire, George Mitchell, Harry Dean Stanton, Rupert Crosse, Gary Kent. (Jack H. Harris Enterprises; Favorite Films)

Amusingly though accurately coined as “Kafka on the range” in Steven H. Scheuer’s perennial reference guide, Movies on TV, Ride in the Whirlwind was one of two westerns shot back-to-back in Utah by Monte Hellman in 1965, as a “two for one” package deal for Roger Corman. Sharing much of the same crew (including excellent colour cinematography by Gregory Sandor) and some principal cast members (Jack Nicholson and Millie Perkins appear in both), Whirlwind, and its companion film, The Shooting, share the common theme of characters thrown into situations beyond their control or understanding.

Tuesday, January 5, 2021

Psych-Out (1968; Richard Rush)

American Bandstand guru Dick Clark did not dig flower power. When "In-a-Gadda-Da-Vida" was a thing, he still was into Bobby Darin. During his short tenure as a film producer at American-International Pictures, he intended a film to show the decrepit existence of hippies for what it really was. Despite how much he may have succeeded in Psych-Out, this remains a key film for those who are nostalgic for the flower power era. Today, this film seems naive, but honestly so was much of the era, but it probably captures the “Summer Of Love” better than any other narrative film.

The Trip (1967; Roger Corman)

Would you drop acid with Bruce Dern?

Before Peter Fonda made the trailblazing Easy Rider with his co-star Dennis Hopper, he was already a counterculture icon from The Trip, in the role of Paul Grove, a TV commercial director on the verge of a divorce from Sally (Susan Strasberg) who falls in with some Hollywood hippy-dippy types, and eventually goes on his first cosmic journey of LSD at Bruce Dern’s pad (see above).  The rest of the film is that long day’s journey through a burning brain where reality and illusion jam on a merry-go-round.  It’s Blowup for the Monkees generation, it’s Chappaqua filmed as a cartoon.