i watched two movies that involved suicides via jumping off of things!
it's a wonderful life and
miragei really want to dislike it's a wonderful life, as the subject matter in the movie is so outrageously fucking idealized that it becomes completely and utterly worthless, but the sincerity of the film is so strong that it's not terribly difficult to overlook its reality-based shortcomings and appreciate it for what it is, rather than what it tries to convey. from a more objective standpoint i think the movie's drama works, and does a pretty strong job of effectively hitting the desired high and low notes.
more than anything else however, i think what really works in this movie is jimmy stewart. i'm not sure how people really remember this guy(if he's even remembered at all), but i get the feeling that he's largely remembered as this GEE GOLLY sort of actor(see: andy griffith, also vaguely inaccurate; see also: face in the crowd) rather than a rather powerful and effective actor, the latter of which i believe to be the case. i guess he's known more for this THING about him that proudly, triumphantly, and probably nauseatingly screamed GOOD WHITE AMERICAN VALUES, and i do get where people can get lost there, but there's another side to jimmy stewart that can be rather dark and rather alarmingly vicious, which to me is where i think we get to see how good this guy really was as an actor. he goes from being good and wholesome with outstanding conviction in it's a wonderful life to being rather profoundly angry and terrifying(admittedly the effectiveness of this possibly being the pure juxtaposition). regardless, i think jimmy stewart could lose his shit as well as anyone, and while he may not have had the character range of most actors, i think there's something to be said for being able to hit every single note on the emotional spectrum, something he certainly could do even if he didn't always have the opportunity. not that he's perfect either, mind you. i think vertigo was a wasted opportunity to do something very unique, but he played it too straight and added way too much of the stewart charm. i had a conversation with my mom recently about the movie and was slightly surprised that she called the movie a love story, while i think the film was a character piece about obsession. i don't think either of us are wrong, but i think that the film REALLY sold itself short that you could honestly make the argument that the movie was just a love story. usually missteps in direction are the blame of hitchcock himself(possibly is here too idk), but i'd be inclined to blame stewart's performance for this.
ok so this is more about jimmy stewart than it's a wonderful life, but there's not a lot that can be said about the story really. it's just some dickensian fable, and such stories are really not designed for in-depth analysis(unless you are really eager to get a degree and want to drone on about something futile).
whatever. so then i watched mirage, which sounded really good. strong cast(gregory peck, walter matthau, kevin mccarthy, george kennedy), and written by peter stone, who is an unusually effective writer(1776, taking of pelham one two three, charade). unfortunately the movie was a complete goddamn waste of time and one of the most disappointing movies i've seen in a while.
this movie is only noteworthy from the perspective that it proves to me how utterly useless the screenplay is in the composition of the film. you could really get the feeling from the dialogue and the direction the story went that this could have been a really stellar movie, one of those classic suspense dramas that would be remembered despite not being terribly mind-blowing. people go around calling the screenplay(but appropriately not the film!!!) hitchcockian, which pretty much means fun, engaging, and intriguing but without substance. i felt that stone did his part but the director managed to take an interesting scenario and film it in the least inspired way possible. just stand the actors in front of the camera and let them read their lines. there was potential for interesting scenarios at virtually every moment of the story, but it never goes anywhere at all. to be fair, gregory peck, who was the lead of the film, and quincy jones, one of the best film & television composers out there, literally slept their way through the movie, making absolute zero effort at any point to make it interesting. george kennedy and walter matthau appeared sporadically in the film and went rather far out of their way to try salvaging it(characteristic of them both, really), but it wasn't enough.
so there you have some probably uninteresting summary of one night of movie watching that probably could have been better spent wanking or doing something vaguely more productive(like maybe watching better movies?!??! idk). also it was just a coincidence that both of these movies had possible, and similar, suicides feature prominently in them(neither of which turned out to be suicides). for the record, i actually do not have some biting interest in movies regarding jumping suicides unless it is a dane cook biopic.