Friday, January 23, 2015

.....a transparent self-portrait of Dean Martin as a cynical philanderer and alcoholic


Jonathan Rosenbaum
Hey pallies, likes here's more timely Dino-devotion.  Likes we shared real recently the great news that on February 7th Olive Films in releasin' both  regular and Blue-ray DVD ver-si-ons of the Dino-classic "Kiss Me Stupid."   Well, likes on the heels of that amazin' announcement, we take you this very Dino-day to the self-tagged blog, "JONATHAN ROSENBAUM" where Mr. Rosenbaum has shared a extremely  evocative review of that most powerfully provocative big screen Dino-effort.

Now retired, Jonathan, for two decades, held forth as the principal film reviewer for what was known as the Chicago Reader.  His revelatory review, "Kiss Me, Stupid/Billy Wilder" offers Rosenbaum's personal take on two most interestin' reasons for KMS receivin' the "C or 'condemned' rating from the Legion of Decency."  It's one that we have never heard before, and likes we have featured quite the number of KMS reviews here over the  years.  Likes you are simply gonna have to read Jonathan's remarkable review to see what you thinks.

We loves how much Mr. Rosenbaum digs KMS callin' it "one of Billy Wilder’s most underrated films" and  taggin' it a "masterpiece."  Likes we find Jonathan's passion of this long-before-it's-time flick remarkably refreshin' and applauds him for his amazin' appreciato  of KMS.  To view Jonathan Rosenbaum's review clicks here  to go directly to his prose pad.   Dino-always, ever, and only, DMP

Kiss Me, Stupid/Billy Wilder

KISS ME, STUPID, written by Billy Wilder and I.A.L. Diamond, directed by Wilder, with Dean Martin, Kim Novak, Ray Walston, Felicia Farr, and Cliff Osmond (1964, 126 min.)
A fresh look at one of Billy Wilder’s most underrated films clarifies for me two essential facts about it for the first time: (1) It seems likely that this masterpiece mainly received a C or “condemned” rating from the Legion of Decency because of its scathing portrait of the hypocrisy of American small-town life and the corruption of big-time media, not because of its depiction of sex per se. (2) Wilder’s return to the American Southwest after his earlier Ace in the Hole (1951) is in fact a return to these very same topics, seen with a no less jaundiced eye — something Wilder was apparently fully aware of, as signaled by a virtual quote of a shot from the previous film: Dean Martin in the driving seat of a car being towed replicates Kirk Douglas in the driving seat of his own car being towed.
If Robert Osmond on TCM is to be believed, the previous C rating bestowed by the Legion of Decency prior to Kiss Me, Stupid was eight years before — which would make it Baby Doll (1956). For me that’s another case of a film being condemned principally because of its very unflattering picture of American small-town life — in this case Tennessee Williams taking some form of personal revenge on his background by honing in on the stupidity, venality, and hypocrisy of Mississippi rednecks — rather than, say, a couple of failed Nevada songwriters (Ray Walson and Cliff Osmond) and what they’re willing to do in order to sell one of their songs to Dino. The latter, I should add, is a transparent self-portrait of Dean Martin as a cynical philanderer and alcoholic who’s every bit as willing to sleep with a songwriter’s wife (Felicia Farr) as the songwriter (Walston) is willing to make him think that’s what he’s doing, at least when he hires a prostitute (Kim Novak) to impersonate her.
One reason why Avanti! (1972) continues to be my favorite Wilder picture is that, in spite of all its grace, romance, and sweetness, it refuses to hold back in its unsparing portrait of Wendell Armbruster, Jr. (Jack Lemmon) as a crass, smug, and hypocritical Republican boob, different from the small-town men in Ace in the Hole and Kiss Me, Stupid only to the degree that he’s rich with inherited money rather than poor or middle-class. Even if he eventually gets softened and loosened some by Pamela Piggott (Juliet Mills) — Wilder’s women are almost invariably smarter than his men — Avanti! leaves us with little doubt that he’s still mainly an uptight and clueless prig at the end. And the small-town creeps of Ace in the Hole and Kiss Me, Stupid are never truly redeemed either; Walston saves his own marriage only by becoming willingly complicitous in retaining his own ignorance. Having spent the first 16 years of my life in a small town, I find that there’s something about the desperation of these men that cuts to the bone. [8/10/08]

2 comments:

blueiscoool said...

What a very interesting looking film and posting. Thank you for this great read!

Have a great week!

Scott

dino martin peters said...

Hey pallie, likes THANK YOUSE Scotty for your on-goin' patterin' here at ilovedinomartin...mucho appreciated! Keeps lovin' our most beloved Dino!