Showing posts with label Dark of the Sun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dark of the Sun. Show all posts

Friday, August 20, 2010

In NYC on Saturday? Then go see THE MERCENARIES/DARK OF THE SUN!


Simply said, if you're a fan of crazed action movies without a lick of political correctness,
then you MUST make your way to the Anthology Film Archives to catch the last screening of
The Mercenaries
(which is the British title of the incredible mercenary movie DARK OF THE SUN, which I've ranted about HERE)
on Saturday, August 21, at 4pm.
That's THIS Saturday, New Yorkers (and folks nearby)!

William Lustig and the good folks at the Anthology have gone through a LOT of trouble to bring you this flick, which, according to the good Mr. Lustig, will probably never be on DVD (unless you are part of the Cinemageddon world and can download it).

The print had to be cajoled out of the British Film Institute, and while I wish it was pristine, it's still good enough to impart the maniacal intensity of this flick.

Don't believe me? Then watch this scene....

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Rumble in the Jungle: Dark of the Sun is so tough it has muscles in its shit—and those muscles killed Chuck Norris for breakfast


WOW! Is Dark of the Sun a kick-ass flick or what?
And this movie is not on DVD because why? Damn!

Dark of the Sun (1968)
(a.k.a. The Mercenaries)
Directed by Jack Cardiff
Produced by George Englund
Screenplay by Ranald MacDougall (under the pseudonym Quentin Werty) and Adrien Spies
Based on the novel by Wilbur Smith
Cinematography by Edward Scaife, Jack Cardiff (uncredited)
Edited by Ernest Walter
Music by Jacques Loussier
Cast: Rod Taylor (Captain Curry), Yvette Mimieux (Claire), Jim Brown (Sgt. Ruffo), Kenneth More (Dr. Wreid), Calvin Lockhart (President Ubi), Peter Carsten (Heinlein)
MGM, 101 min.




Dark of the Sun is:
Action-packed!
All-star!
Ultraviolent!
Brilliantly cynical!
Politically astute!



When they find the slaughtered Dr. Wreid, Ruffo points to the machine gun in the dead man’s hands, saying that the doctor got farther away from where they left him than he expected.

Curry growls,
"The gun's Chinese, Ruffo, paid for by Russian rubles. The steel probably came from a West German factory built by French francs. Then it was flown out here on a South African airline probably subsidized by the United States. I don't think he got very far."

This flick is almost agitprop! Yeeeeeeah!

Although I remember seeing Dark of the Sun as a kid when it was on WOR-TV channel 9—my memories are vague—and I know I missed either the beginning or end or both or mom was yelling at me to walk the dog or something, but I remember some crazy slaughtering going on.
I came to believe I needed to see this flick again:

And thanks to my new best friends at TCM, on Monday, January 11, 2010, 5:30pm EST, I did get to finally see Dark of the Sun!
Being Neanderthals in Ivanlandia, we have yet to acquire DVR—but I did take some (often poor) screen-snaps!




“Opening sequence (polarized silhouette shots of a train crossing an upward-sloping bridge set to tense, pounding music by Jacques Loussier) that has earned the film a cult audience.”
Sez Rob Nixon at TCM.





Taylor and Brown—the two have a good camaraderie on camera, and I don’t think either of these actors is given the credit they deserve.

The mercenary below is a Nazi (still wears the swastika—although, really, wouldn’t he just be wearing the Iron Cross?), who’s totally shithouse-bug crazy.

Later, Nazi Crazyman (played by Peter Carsten) tries to rapes, then drown, the saucy Yvette M. Yvette is the survivor of a Mau-Mau attack and suitably freaked out from watching her family get chopped up.
As in all action flicks, the traumatized gal has to shape up toot sweet, and Yvette looks good doing it.
In some of the posters (awesome aren’t they? Why don’t they make posters like that anymore? I hate the “big face trend” in posters!), there are photos of what looks like Taylor trying to bust a serious move of Yvette.
I don’t think that was ever even filmed, I think it is some stills the flick’s publicity department put together, and they wound up in the poster.








The flick keeps upping the ante: towards the end, there’s even a fistfight on vines!


The movie almost gets a little exhausting, it’s so action packed.
Not that I’m complaining.


I like mercenary movies.
They’re always fun because from the get-go because their heroes are not:
They’re killers for money, and we know this won’t end well—although out of my “Big 5 Mercenary Movies” (more on that below), Dark of the Sun is the one that ends the most hopefully.
I refuse to give much away, because while I don’t usually care about so-called “spoilers,” there were a lot of genuine surprises in the flick, and I’d like you to share that experience.
Besides, you can go to any one of my links and find a synopsis…



Here’s what Scorsese says about Dark of the Sun

Dark of the Sun (1968). This movie -- Rod Taylor vs. the Mau-Maus -- was the most violent I'd seen up to that time.
There's a scene where Taylor fights an ex-Nazi with chainsaws.
In another scene, a train full of refugees has finally escaped the Mau-Maus in the valley below -- and just as it's about to reach the top of a hill, the power fails, the train goes all the way back down, and the refugees are slaughtered. It's a truly sadistic movie, but it should be seen.

I'd guess that because of its utter racism, a lot of people would have found it embarrassing, so they just ignored it.
The sense of the film is overwhelmingly violent; there's no consideration for anything else.
The answer to everything is "kill."


(HEY, Mr. Scorsese, why not make a war/mercenary movie? You’ve yet to do that. Give it a try! I’ve got a few script ideas!)

BTW, about Dark of the Sun’s supposed “utter racism”—well, the villains of this movie are a horde of savages—cool uniforms, no doubt, but can we say that their villainy is more than balanced by Jim Brown’s Ruffo, an America-educated Congolese, but also an experienced soldier, who has some very articulate arguments as to why a black man would fight against black men in this war.
And of course, Ruffo’s arguments—
saying that getting a third world nation involved in the modern world, that entering into the 20th century would not necessarily be a bad thing—that leaving older, more “traditional” ways behind is not necessarily destructive—
some people might think that such arguments are racist, I guess.

Or else the film’s racism comes from the fact that it shows white people getting hacked to bits
but not before they get cornholed
without explaining that this is the blowback/backlash to centuries of white oppression.

Or, is any DVD release of Dark of the Sun being held up not because of fears of what people of African descent might say—but what whiny liberal white folks might squawk about?
Again, I am uncertain.
However, I consider the film to be a representation of the atrocities that humans can commit against each other in the name of “freedom,” regardless of race.


Regarding the film’s violence:
From the TCM website:

In an interview with John Bowyer for the book Jack Cardiff, the director recalled that while preparing Dark of the Sun,
"I made a trip to the Congo, and I met reporters who lived through all of the troubles there [following independence in 1960], and they showed me photographs of the real thing - I wish they hadn't.
I remember vividly a photograph of a man with this throat cut in the bath; his head was nearly off and the bath was full of blood.
The savagery was unbelievable."

Cardiff stated,
"When I made the film, I thought that it would have been too awful for words to make it like the real violence, but it had to have violence in it....
I could only say to those that I met that my film was nothing like the real thing - it was a quarter, a fifth, a sixteenth of the violence that really happened.
None the less, it had the reputation as a violent film."


Cardiff is also the director of should-be-a-cult-film The Girl On a Motorcycle, and later went on to be the cinematographer of the 1980 mercenary film The Dogs of War (more on that flick in a moment).



What I consider the
Big 5 of Mercenary Movies:

Peckinpah’s The Wild Bunch (1969; I’ve stopped considering a Western, really—I will admit to being completely influenced by Danny Peary’s assessment of the flick as a war movie in his first volume of Cult Movies—not to say that I don’t completely LOVE this movie: “GIVE ’EM HELL, PIKE!!!”), probably the best film on this list.
But while Dark of the Sun’s “train being attacked by airplane” sequence is borrowed/swiped from Frankenheimer’s The Train, I can’t help that notice that many of The Wild Bunch’s train stunts appeared in Dark of the Sun, released one year earlier. (I guess there are only so many things you can do with a train….)

Alex de Toth’s excellent and absolutely pessimistic Play Dirty (1968; with Michael Caine (always great, but slightly miscast—he plays a naïve officer here, and he’s better when he’s cynical)
In the same way The Wild Bunch isn’t really a western, Play Dirty isn’t a typical WWII movie—it’s also another of Martin Scorsese’s “guilty pleasures”—a ragtag gang of cutthroats are hired to kill behind enemy lines—but there’s a grim determinism to the flick, with a taste of ugly danger. It's more like Friedkin’s Sorcerer than The Dirty Dozen: Jeez, just rent it!)
And I don’t mean to slag completely on The Wild Bunch, but I do have to point out that Play Dirty also did a “scorpion & flame” scene a year before Peckinpah did….

The Dogs of War (1980; itself already the subject of scrutiny by The National Film Board of Ivanlandia—full disclosure: some of this post is material adapted from that post)

The Wild Geese (1978; a very violent action flick with a jaunty, very British attitude, but also a damn good movie in its own right and very recommended
but you must make sure that you see the “extended” or “director’s cut” version—for US theatrical release, the movie had about 20~30 minutes cut, completely fucking up the plot (although as a kid, I liked how bonkers that truncated version was—and actually much more grim and cynical: the edited version leaves out the coda where the surviving mercenaries get their revenge, so as it stands, the US theatrical version of The Wild Geese ends immediately after Richard Burton has to shoot Richard Harris to “save” him). )

And, of course,
Dark of the Sun

But rather than the obvious choice of one of these mercenary flicks as the second flick on a double feature with Dark of the Sun in the revival theater of my mind, I’d choose the underrated and very recommended Lord of War (2005), another cynical, borderline agitprop flick that shows the hell on earth of the Congo is still going on.

All these mercenary films are available on DVD—
So what I want to know:
WHEN is Dark of the Sun coming to DVD?

While it’s general knowledge around the Ivanlandia National Palace that we are not the biggest fans of Quentin Tarantino, The National Film Board is glad that the celebrated director is among Dark of the Sun’s more well-known supporters, sometimes staging screenings of the film, and
even using some of Jacques Loussier's score from the film in Inglourious Basterds.

If anyone can convince MGM to release the flick, Tarantino can. Fingers crossed!

(BTW, I’m hoping that the recent screening of Dark of the Sun on TCM was an indication that somebody somewhere is thinking of something….)




And yes, this is post 99. Hee-hee!

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

The 47th Minute Project 3: The Rise of the Machines

Here’s the entry for the Third 47th Minute Project:



No hints, other than to say it’s one of my faves, and I think this is a really easy one.
Submit your guesses (or weird factoids about this week’s entry) in the comments section; thanks!

As For Last Week’s The 47th Minute Project…

There I was thinking NOBODY was going to guess the previous entry into the 47th Minute Project, when old pal Otto Mannix came through: The United Provinces of Ivanlandia have no problem with nepotism.



Mannix corrected surmised minute 47:00 of the 1981 (or 1980, depending on whom you ask) mercenary movie The Dogs of War, starring Christopher Walken (who is sometimes accused of taking work just for the money—and while that might be the case, that’s totally fine with me—like that living god Ernest Borgnine, I’ve never seen Walken be bad in ANYTHING).

Several folks tried to ID the last 47th Minute Project, but goshes, people: I think most of you gave up too soon! Some of you were really thisclose, if you ask me.
Darius Whiteplume’s guess of McBain at first confused me—Rainer Wolfcastle? But then I remembered McBain was the title of another of Walken’s mercenary movies. [Insert your favorite “Walken works for money joke” here.]

The Dogs of War was both Walken’s first “name above the title” and headlining role, as I seem to recall.

He’d been doing lots of excellent supporting actor work from his first film, the fab The Anderson Tapes (Tonya’s very good guess; and subject of a future Ivanlandia essay), to his delicious bit-part/cameo as Diane Keaton’s brother in Annie Hall (“driving into the headlights”) to his Oscar-winning role in 1978’s The Deer Hunter. After taking home the little gold statue, Walken ramped up, with this interesting and unique action film.

A lot of people, including myself, really like The Dogs of War even though we’ll admit it’s not perfect. But there’s SOMETHING about this humorless, bitter and cynical action/suspense flick.
More of a bleak spy or caper flick than a wham-bam gung-ho action blockbuster, The Dogs of War starts and finishes, though, with a couple a incredible set pieces, especially the opening—one of the best ever—when the audience is dropped into the middle of Walken and his mercenaries’ noisy and confusing retreat from an unnamed country in Central America.


And that could be part of the problem—the audience is given an extremely high-level dose of adrenaline, and then the pace changes drastically. Not to say that this tonal shift hasn’t grown on me (The Dogs of War is the gift that keeps on giving), but it probably was what helped relegate this movie to cult status initially—that, and some severe cuts that took 15 minutes out of the original American release (those cuts have since been restored to the last DVD release) and which may have left some viewers scratching their heads.

After the initial combat, the movie slows and grows moody, feeling more like a bleak Cold War spy thriller (with NYC’s Morningside Heights shot to look like Prague) than your average war flick—even Walken’s reconnaissance mission in Africa is grim.

And despite superficial similarities (hired guns overthrowing an African despot), The Dogs of War couldn’t be less like the Frederick Forsythe novel it is based on. The book is too sentimental and contrived for my tastes, despite its similarity to real life.


The US poster for The Dogs of War emphasized the customized multi-round M-79—which frankly looks completely out of place there: a Buck Rogers-looking device for a flick that’s otherwise very realistic and gritty. The producers should’ve made the weapon a color like military green or gun-metal black. Thankfully, the weapon isn’t made to look too bright and shiny during the combat sequences.

But best of all: The Dogs of War taught me how to kill cockroaches.
At one point in the film, Walken returns to his run-down apartment: he turns on the light, and there’s a close-up of a cockroach skittering on the wall, then—SPLAT.
Walken’s hand has splattered the bug.
CUT TO: Walken sitting down in his easy chair to read his mail. We never see him even wash his hands!

It was a lightning flash of revelation for me. For years I’d always have to run for a newspaper or magazine or something to kill an invading roach, and this showed me something. You could use your hands and worry about it later. That’s all.

Since then, many a roach has died by my hand. Ha-ha!

But unlike Walken’s character, I do wash my hands afterward.



BTW, Walken’s Twitter page is INCREDIBLE. It’s now one of my fave time-wasters.

I certainly hope it’s Walken and not some hack or a gag. Because if it is Walken, I feel blessed, like I’m being granted a look at the thought-processes of the greatest Zen master who walked the face of the Earth. And so, like with many religions, I will ignore the facts (it’s probably not the Great Chris W.) and go with my faith (It is Him!).

Some of my fave Walken Twitters (so far):
“The Pope is in Africa "reaffirming the ban on condom use." His old stuff was funnier. I don't get this new material. Too edgy for my taste.”

Or:
“A man ate from a trash can while tourists clicked snapshots. I gave the guy 15 dollars & told the tourists to get the Hell out of my city.”

And there’s this one, which seems to be the favorite of many:
"There's a kid on a Pogo stick in front of my house. It's nearly midnight so let's assume he's been drinking. This should end well for him.”

Walken rules. ’Nuff said.





I like mercenary movies. They’re always fun because from the get-go because the heroes are not: They’re killers for money, and we know this won’t end well.

Mercenaries are useless, disunited, unfaithful
They have nothing more to keep them in a battle
Other than a meager wage
Which is just about enough to make them wanna kill for you
But never enough to make them wanna die for ya
John Cale, “Mercenaries (Ready For War)” (1979)
One day I’d really like to write up a “Kompare & Kontrazt” with what I consider the Big 5 of mercenary movies: Peckinpah’s classic The Wild Bunch (which I’ve stopped considering a Western, really), Andre de Toth’s excellent and absolutely cynical Play Dirty, with Michael Caine (like The Wild Bunch isn’t a western, Play Dirty isn’t a WWII movie—it’s also one of Martin Scorsese’s “guilty pleasures”), The Dogs of War, The Wild Geese (a very violent action flick with a jaunty, very British attitude, but also a damn good movie in its own right and very recommended), and Dark of the Sun (another of Scorsese’s “guilty pleasures”).

I remember seeing Dark of the Sun as a kid when it was on WOR-TV channel 9—my memories are vague, but I remember some crazy slaughtering going on. I’ve come to believe I need to see this flick again:

Because here’s what Scorsese says about Dark of the Sun—and what he describes sounds awesome, right? (Best of all, if you’ve ever heard Scorsese speak—that staccato, machine-gun patter, very intelligent, but still NYC Italian voice—imagine him reading the description below:)

Dark of the Sun (1968). This movie -- Rod Taylor vs. the Mau Maus -- was the most violent I'd seen up to that time. There's a scene where Taylor fights an ex-Nazi with chainsaws. In another scene, a train full of refugees has finally escaped the Mau Maus in the valley below -- and just as it's about to reach the top of a hill, the power fails, the train goes all the way back down, and the refugees are slaughtered. It's a truly sadistic movie, but it should be seen. I'd guess that because of its utter racism, a lot of people would have found it embarrassing, so they just ignored it. The sense of the film is overwhelmingly violent; there's no consideration for anything else. The answer to everything is "kill."
But before I can do my “Kompare & Kontrazt,” though, I need to see this movie again!
So what I want to know: WHEN is Dark of the Sun coming to DVD?

And even more important, Mr. Scorsese, why not make a war/mercenary movie? You’ve yet to do that. Give it a try!

P.S. Did you know that Jack Cardiff, who directed Dark of the Sun, was the cinematographer for The Dogs of War?
Cardiff also directed The Girl on the Motorcycle, with the lovely Marianne Faithful.





If anyone has any suggestions or recommendations for other mercenary movies, please leave them in the comments; thanks!