The Naked Jungle (1954)

Eleanor Parker travels into the jungles of South America in 1901, married by proxy to belligerent 30ish Charlston Heston. Wealthy but isolated, Heston is enraged to learn that his wife had been married before, a widow and not a virgin. This was important to him because, he makes it clear, he was an incel and had never known the touch of a woman. 

"I told you, I was 19 when I came out here," he says. "Before that, I had no time for women. Afterwards... in the jungle they have a name for the man who goes into the native villages at night. No one calls me by that name. You said I didn't know anything about women. You were right, madam. I know nothing about women. Nothing at all."

I'm a little surprised this was in a movie in 1954.  He's in no hurry to consummate their marriage.  

I might have been nine or ten when saw this on TV. My attention span being what it was, I couldn't have paid attention to the weird sex drama that drags on for a full hour. Only the last 30 minutes interested me with the millions of man-eating army ants devouring everything in their path. 

"You've both gone mad!" William Conrad says when the couple decides to stay and battle the ants. "You're up against a monster twenty miles long and two miles wide! Forty square miles of agonizing death! You can't stop it!"

The ant stuff was only half an hour and it still seemed slow. 

Technicolor. Most of it filmed in a studio, much of it in front of rear screen projections. 

They didn't treat the Indians well at all.

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One Man Jury (1978)

Not much to say. Quite bad. Jack Palance as tough L.A. detective who botches every arrest by violating everyone's rights so his cases keep getting thrown out. He becomes so infuriated, he murders a guy. That took almost an hour. Then the Mafia murders a few people. They strangle a weirdly helpless boxer. 

It was an ugly time. Bad clothes, big stupid-looking cars. Palance drives a Ford Granada.

With Chris Mitchum, Robert Mitchum's son. 

Palance's fellow Ukrainian Mike Mazurki has one scene.

Movieland.tv seems to be back, but now it's called Movie Hub. No telling how long it will last. There were a couple glitches which made it clear the movie was from a VHS tape.

Someone else's "Melania" review

The guy on the right in the picture above is director Brett Ratner who fled to Israel after being accused of several sexual assaults during the #MeToo era. He hadn't worked in years before directing the "documentary" Melania.

Jeffrey St Clair on Counterpunch.com:

Here’s my review of “Melania”, written, like Norman Mailer’s infamous review of Waiting for Godot, without having seen it: Melania Trump is one of the world’s most boring people. There’s nothing the least interesting about her. She’s not even evil enough to waste time condemning. Her fleshy photo shoots lack the faintest hint of eroticism. Even the great Helmut Newton would have failed to coax any intimation of suggestiveness or carnality out of her stiff posture and bland, expressionless visage. Her entire adult life, she seems to have willingly played the role of a walking mannequin. Which made her the perfect match for Trump, of course, who views wives, like he views everything else, as acquisitions, objects for display. But is that the real her? Only her mani-pedicurist knows for sure. The lone memorable thing she’s ever done is wear that Zara jacket with the faux graffiti reading, “I Really Don’t Care, Do You?” when she was forced to a migrant children’s detention “camp” in Texas. Now, that was a little punk, a little spark of rebellion. But then she almost immediately reverted to her drone-like essence, which she has scrupulously maintained ever since.

In Cold Blood (1967)

Based on the book by Truman Capote about the murder of the Clutter family in Holcolmb, Kansas, in 1959 by Dick Hickock (Scott Wilson) and Perry Smith (Robert Blake).

Capote's "nonfiction novel" was full of deep background, especially about Perry Smith, the childhood abuse he suffered at the hands of his father and the nuns running an orphanage his father placed him in. 

I hadn't seen the movie in years and I had forgotten there was so much exposition. In the first few minutes we learn that Smith hates nuns (for pretty good reason), fantasizes about being a singer, had his legs injured in a motorcycle accident and has a childish belief in his ability to find buried treasure with the help of treasure maps he got somewhere. At one point, he mentions The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, a movie Blake appeared in as a child.

All Dick Hickock had was a head injury from a car accident which changed his face and his personality and I guess was partly responsible for the extent of his criminality.

One of the things that stood out to me was Dick Hickock signing a letter to Perry Smith "Love, Dick", and calling him "honey" which still seems odd to me.

There were two more recent movies, Capote (2005) and Infamous (2006), which covered much the same ground, focusing on Capote researching and writing the book and his relationship with the murderers. 

I read the book when I was in high school. At the time, I had more sympathy, at least for Perry Smith. The book gave me an antipathy for nuns. My mother, I later learned, knew a guy in high school in the 1940's, who was prone to fits of rage. He had been abused by nuns in an orphanage. Among other things, the Brides of Christ would hold his head underwater. 

Stars Robert Blake, Scott Wilson and John Forsythe. With Will Geer (TV's Grandpa Walton) as the prosecutor. Teddy Eccles as the child hitchhiker and '30's B western star Raymond Hatton as his grandfather. 

Directed by Richard Brooks.

Filmed in the Clutter family home just eight years after they were murdered there.

My Side of the Mountain (1969)

You know the kid who was hitchhiking with his grandfather and got picked up by mass murderers Dick Hickock and Perry Smith in In Cold Blood (1967)? The same kid stars in this movie about a child who runs away from home to live alone in the woods. My teacher read the novel to the class when I was in the fourth grade. I guess there was some suspense where he does some rock climbing alone so the slightest fall could mean slow agonizing death. Human life was dirt cheap in those days and schools thought nothing of encouraging that sort of thing. 

Nature is horrible, just horrible. He was safer in In Cold Blood climbing into the car with the murderers. In this movie, the kid is befriended by two wildly irresponsible adults who know he's living out there alone but don't call the police.

But it's stupid to be bothered by the unwise actions a fictional Canadian child. I doubt any kids did things like this because they watched the movie or had the book forcibly read to them. There were, however, two morons who found In Cold Blood inspirational, so they murdered a couple who were walking on the beach in Oregon.

The little fellow in this movie, Ted Eccles, had a long list of credits. Just a year later, he played a victim of Ma Barker's gang in Bloody Mama. He went on to work as a director and executive producer and to work in movie advertising. 

With Theodore Bickel, Tudi Wiggins, and Paul Hebert.

The Prowler (1981)

Now I'm ashamed of that stuff I wrote before, that slasher movies weren't that bad, that the non-murder scenes tended to be sort of relaxed and laid back. I watched a YouTube video listing horror movies of the '80's that critics just couldn't appreciate at the time, and this was one of them. It was on Tubi so I turned it on.

I guess the gore effects were impressive if you're impressed by that sort of thing, but the movie in general wasn't much. A fellow came home from World War Two and killed his former girlfriend who broke up with him by mail. Thirty-five years later, his old uniform still fits. He starts murdering college kids using a bayonet and a pitchfork. With Lawrence Tierney. Farley Granger appears briefly. Gore effects by Tom Savini. 

Directed by Joseph Zito (Friday the Thirteenth: The Final Chapter, Missing in Action, Invasion, USA).

Kiefer Sutherland and Timothy Busfield

I wondered what was wrong with Kiefer Sutherland arrested for assaulting an Uber driver. He was released on $50 thousand bail. Now they're reporting that the driver ignored Sutherland's repeated requests that he stop and let him out. So, yeah, I'm probably on Sutherland's side now. Cops are investigating whether there was a language barrier between them.

Then there's Timothy Busfield. He was only arrested a week ago but his wife, Melissa Gilbert, is reportedly losing friends for not instantly denouncing him. He was accused of inappropriately touching a couple of child actors. The two boys were twins who played the same character in a TV show on which Busfield was executive producer and director of several episodes.

Busfield was being held in jail before trial, but his attorneys went back to the judge and pointed out that the child actors' father was a disbarred attorney who pleaded guilty to defrauding 1,500 homeowners of millions of dollars, their mother was overheard vowing revenge on Busfield after the little fellows were replaced by another actor and a camera operator heard the parents telling the kids to hug adults on the set including Busfield. Warner Bros. ordered an independent investigation of the allegations and found no corroborating evidence.

The judge ordered Busfield released from jail. He can leave the state, go back to New York where he has a home apparently. He just needs to show up for the trial and not be around children without supervision.