UN TENTATIVO SENTIMENTALE aka A SENTIMENTAL ATTEMPT (1964): A BARBARA STEELE OBSCURITY

 

One of my favorite things about collecting is searching out and finding obscure films that I've heard about for years but never expected to see. Most of these films have no commercial release on DVD, and certainly not Blu-ray, but can sometimes be found on Youtube. If physical media copies are available, they're only to be obtained from online sellers who provide DVD-R copies which are sometimes recorded from television and sometimes copied from VHS tapes. I've picked up a lot of titles from such sellers over the last several years. Most of these folks are honest and reliable, although there are a few that I've learned to avoid.

Some of Barbara Steele's work on film and on television has been notoriously difficult to track down. So much of her European filmography consists of low-budget titles that don't seem to exist anywhere. It can also get a little confusing, as her French and Italian movies were released under different titles in different countries, making her career seem much more extensive that it really was.

For example, UN TENTATIVO SENTIMENTALE was released in France as AMOUR SANS LENDEMAIN. I seriously doubt if it was ever released in the United States, unless it was shown in art houses. Steele's European work, outside of horror films and prestigious releases like 8 1/2 and YOUNG TORLESS, remains largely unknown to American film fans. Only the most obsessive Steele freaks, like me, are seeking them out, giving us not only a reason to live, but a creative way to spend more money. The passion is real, my friends.

I found a very watchable print of an Italian language version of UN TENTATIVO SENTIMENTALE with scene selection and English subtitles. The subtitles, however, are of very little help, as they are nearly incomprehensible. They almost seem to have been added by AI bots, or maybe by someone completely unfamiliar with spoken English. This makes it hard to follow the story. But there's a plot summary given on IMDB, and here is the basic outline; Carla (Francoise Prevost) and Dino (Jean-Marc Bory), both unhappily married to others, meet in an airport and decided to begin an affair at a seaside house owned by Dino. They make a pact to return for another tryst but agree that if one of them doesn't show up, the affair is over. Emotional confusion ensues, which often happens when people use adulterous sex as a solution for boredom. Barbara Steele has a supporting role as Silvia, a woman who previously had an affair with the freewheeling Dino and is unable to let go of him. Her romantic frustration leads her to an attempted suicide.

 This French-Italian production was co-directed by Massimo Franciosa (THE LEOPARD 1963) and Pasquale Festa Campanile (WHEN WOMEN HAD TAILS 1970). The filming took place near the Italian coastal village of Sabaudia. The locations and stylish sets are enhanced by the striking black & white cinematography by Ennio Guarnieri (A BRIEF VACATION 1973 and SWEPT AWAY 1974). It must be said, however, that the film is a rather standard soap opera, and, for the most part, not terribly engrossing. Lead actress Prevost is quite beautiful and gives a sensitive performance. She was completely unknown to me, but she has an extensive filmography, including De Sica's THE CONDEMNED OF ALTONA (1962). Her co-star, Bory, was also an unfamiliar name. A Swiss actor, he appeared in Louis Malle's THE LOVERS (1958). Also in the cast is Letitia Roman, known for Mario Bava's THE GIRL WHO KNEW TOO MUCH (1963).

The function of these various actors is simply to fill up the time until the glorious Miss Steele is again onscreen in another closeup. Looking sexy and stylish with her hair cut short, she gives an effective, restrained performance as the jilted lover who tries to drown herself by slowly walking into the sea, but survives when Carla, her rival, pulls her out of the water. It's wonderful to see Barbara in a contemporary setting for a change, not chained to a wall or wandering through a windswept castle or climbing out of a coffin.

UN TENTATIVO SENTIMENTALE does not appear to have set the film world ablaze with excitement. The only critical comment I've found is from the French magazine Postif, which says: "Must one see a very bad film for the sole pleasure of seeing Barbara Steele in it with short hair? Undoubtably." The film does give Barbara very special billing in the credits:

Just think of this as another opportunity to allow Miss Steele to put you under her spell. What better reason to watch a movie?

Notes From the Movie Room 11/30/2024

🎬 The double-dipping dilemma struck again recently, once out of necessity and twice by choice. Of course, when it comes to obsessive collecting, I guess the concept of necessity doesn't enter into the equation...necessarily. However, I'll give myself a pass when one of my favorite films on DVD stops working. My copy of DARK CITY (1998), beautifully packaged in a handy-dandy slipcase with terrific artwork, started freezing up when I tried rewatching it a while ago. I gave it a good washing in warm water and dried it off carefully. No improvement. So, I tried some of the extra features on the disc, and the problem persisted there as well. Another careful, gentle washing didn't help. Then I did what any conscientious collector would do: I put it in the washing machine, used the heavy-duty cycle with hot water and detergent, and spin-dried for an hour. Oddly enough, that didn't seem to work, either. So, I gave up and ordered a Blu-ray from my local Barnes & Noble.

The Blu-ray has the director's cut, which my DVD also had. It also has the same extra features. I didn't hesitate to order the replacement, as this has long been a favorite of mine, ever since I saw its first run in a theater. Actually, I had double-dipped already, because I first bought the theatrical cut on DVD, but then decided I couldn't survive without adding the director's cut. I eventually gave my original copy to a friend. Triple-dipping! Is a 4K upgrade in my future? I hope not. I sincerely hope I never cross over that line.

The voluntary upgrading happened twice, both on impulse. I was browsing around at my B&N, looking at the new release section, and I noticed a Blu-ray copy of the 1956 classic INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS, a release from Kino-Lorber. I didn't need to get it, as my DVD is in good shape.

But suddenly, something clicked inside of my brain. An uncontrollable urge overtook me. I could feel my hand reaching out toward the shelf where the Blu-ray sat. The shiny, colorful package seemed to be looking at me, taunting me. As hard as I tried to pull my hand back, I was unable to do so. It was as if I became possessed by an evil spirit, and I was powerless to resist. Despite my great agony, I succumbed to the evil forces that had taken control, grabbed the Blu-ray from the shelf, and, screaming inwardly, made my way to the checkout area.

I was immediately consumed with buyer's remorse and self-recrimination.

But I got over it. Very quickly, in fact. And the Blu-ray is wonderful!!

 Having completely recovered from all of that existential angst, I found it very easy to upgrade to a Blu-ray of THE BREAKFAST CLUB that I found at my local Disc Replay just a few days later. This movie is another big favorite of mine, one that I can rewatch again and again. The DVD copy I've had for years doesn't have any extras, so that was the main selling point, along with a very low price. No remorse ensued.

🎬I've been thinking quite a bit lately about this whole collecting thing and where it's going. And when I talk about collecting, I don't just mean DVDs and Blu-rays. I also mean books, records, CDs, magazines, etc. I don't mean to suggest that my house is so hoarded up that I have things piled up to the ceiling and have to walk through narrow pathways. Not yet anyway. However, I do have an occasional lucid moment when I look around and think: "Mike...what have you done?" Some of my fellow collectors on Youtube, mostly the ones who are in my age category, talk about this issue in terms of what will happen to our "stuff" when we leave this earth for the next emanation. (In my case, that will no doubt be an extended stay in Purgatory.) This preys on my mind quite a bit. My life clock is ticking away quite loudly. Either that, or there's a bomb in the crawlspace. Luckily, I've discovered the sheer joy of going through my "stuff" on a regular basis and giving things away to Goodwill. I was amazed to discover that once I allowed myself to let go of things I thought I could never part with, it became easier and easier.

Another idea I've picked up from my fellow Youtubers is the concept of curating a collection as opposed to simply acquiring as much stuff as we can drag into the house. We all need to stay focused on what really matters to us personally and not view collecting as some kind of competition. Just because a few collectors have all the latest new, shiny steel books, or 3,000 copies of HALLOWEEN, doesn't mean that you have to own them as well. And just because more and more people are dumping all of their DVDs and Blu-rays into the nearest trash bin and spending money on 4Ks...well, you get my drift. Some of these same folks are already anticipating the possibility of an 8K format. Hopefully, I'll be settled into Purgatory long before that happens.

 

Notes From the Movie Room October 11, 2024

 🎬 One of my longtime Youtube friends, Joe Mayo, ( MeanMrMayo - YouTube and Mr Cinemayo - YouTube  ), recently posted a "rant" video (RanTcid Mayo | "I'm Not Interested!" (youtube.com)) about people who pressure their friends to see a certain movie that they love and refuse to take no for an answer. Joe has both a marvelous speaking voice and a terrific sense of humor, so his "rant" videos are intended to make serious points, but with a comedic edge. In this particular video, Joe is discussing a friend who expresses horror and near indignation upon learning that Joe hasn't seen the 2018 remake of A STAR IS BORN starring Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper. The guy insists that Joe must see the movie, post haste. When Joe expresses non-interest, the guy just gets more and more insistent, bringing on a rather heated discussion between the two friends.

Joe's video made me think of many heated discussions I've had with friends regarding films and music. I'm one of those people who tends to get overly passionate about certain films that I either love or hate. And I admit to encouraging people to watch certain films and then being disappointed when they don't end up loving those films as much as I do. However, I don't get upset or offended. Well, maybe sometimes. Years ago, when I showed THE PIT AND THE PENDULUM (1961) to a friend who'd never seen it, I was hoping to initiate a new member into the Cult of Barbara Steele. He thought the movie was kind of slow and boring and felt that Miss Steele "didn't stand out". Although my gut reaction was to strangle him and bury his body in my crawl space, I quickly recovered and took it all in stride. I'm much calmer than I was in those days. Besides, the crawl space is full...

Even I have to admit that many of the movies I'm passionate about are so far on the eccentric side that many film geeks aren't going to be intrigued enough to seek them out or respond favorably if they do. When I sent a DVD copy of Ray Dennis Steckler's 1964 enduring classic THE INCREDIBLY STRANGE CREATURES WHO STOPPED LIVING AND BECAME MIXED-UP "ZOMBIES" to a friend, I wasn't at all surprised or hurt when his reaction was, shall we say, tepid. This movie is definitely an acquired taste, or, as some might say, evidence of a lack of taste.

When someone encourages me to watch a movie, I usually agree to take them up on their suggestion, unless it's an item I consider so objectionable that I don't want any part of it. My mind is generally open to new ideas. When I was still working, I had several incidences where co-workers, knowing what a film freak I was, would walk up to me, hand me a DVD or VHS tape, and say: "Here. Take this home and watch it." And I always did. Most of the time, I enjoyed what they handed me, some more than others. One of the movies was the original TERMINATOR, starring Governor Arnold, a movie I had ZERO interest in watching. To my surprise, it turned out to be a fun watch, although I didn't rush out to find and collect the various sequels. 

One day a friend handed me a DVD of a movie I'd never heard of. It was THE RED VIOLIN (1998), starring Samuel L. Jackson. This particular friend had rather eclectic tastes in films and books, so I was eager to give the film a chance. It turned out to be one of the most amazing and emotional experiences of my life. This film is so beautiful, so totally unique, that any description I might give couldn't do it justice. All I can say is, my friend handed me an incredible gift, and I gladly extend his recommendation to anyone who reads this post. No pressure, though. You can live a long and happy life even if you never see this wonderful movie.

Getting back to the 2018 remake of A STAR IS BORN, here is my own opinion: MIKE'S MOVIE ROOM: A STAR IS BORN (michaelsmovieworld.blogspot.com)

SPEAK NO EVIL (2024)

 

It takes a lot of inspiration these days for me to drag my sluggish self into a theater to see a current film. My movie room is much too comfortable and private. No distractions, no unwanted human contact and no inflated prices for popcorn. And no ringing, flashing, beeping cell phones except for mine.

Of course, laziness isn't the only reason I tend to venture out to theaters less frequently. There aren't that many modern films that interest me enough to make the effort, and many of the films I have seen in recent years have been disappointing. This trend was happening long before the pandemic lockdown. I find myself appreciating the cultural past so much that it's easy to ignore the cultural present. 

Recently, however, I was intrigued by a positive review of the 2024 thriller SPEAK NO EVIL. The review was written by film critic/scholar Chuck Koplinski for our local newspaper. Chuck is also the instructor of many of the film classes I've taken, and I have a lot of respect for his opinions, even though we sometimes disagree. His review of SPEAK NO EVIL made it sound like the kind of "slow burn" thriller I appreciate. Directed by James Watkins (WOMAN IN BLACK 2012), the film is a remake of the 2022 Danish film of the same name. Knowing nothing about the film or the director, I decided to give it a chance.

The story involves an American couple, Louise and Ben Dalton (Mackenzie Davis and Scoot McNairy), and their young daughter, Agnes (Alix West-Lefler). Living in London, and going through personal and professional challenges, the family is taking a vacation in Italy. While there, they become friends with another couple, Paddy and Ciara, (James MacAvoy and Aisling Franciosi) and their young son, Ant (Dan Hough), also vacationers from England. Ant is unable to speak, and his father said the boy has a deformity which caused his tongue not to grow to normal size. 

Paddy and Ciara. Would you go on vacation with these people?

The Daltons enjoy the company of their new companions, but are occasionally taken aback by their odd behavior, usually that of Paddy. Nevertheless, after the vacation has ended, and the Daltons are back in London, they decide to accept an invitation from Paddy and Ciara to spend a weekend at their remote country house. Although the visit starts out well, the Daltons are increasingly disturbed and puzzled by the strange actions and passive-aggressive behavior of their hosts. Gradually, they find out exactly why Paddy and Ciara invited them.

I don't want to give away any spoilers, because there are surprises in the movie that need to be experienced, not read about. The slow burn aspect is certainly at play, but the overall atmosphere of disorientation and dread begins as soon as the Daltons arrive at this isolated house and never lets up for a second. Even though the land surrounding the house is expansive, the house itself is very small and cramped, which adds to the Daltons' tension. They very quickly realize that they're trapped in the middle of nowhere with people they barely know. Their daughter, who suffers from anxiety issues, manages to become friends with the non-communicative Ant, a friendship which becomes the key to revealing the mysteries surrounding the house and the odd couple living there.

Fans of horror films won't be disappointed by what ensues in the last one-third of SPEAK NO EVIL. There's more than enough action and excitement to satisfy the modern filmgoer's thirst for the macabre. All of the contemporary horror movie elements are present: jump scares, physical pain, blunt instruments, sharp instruments, endless screaming, and enough blood to feed an audience of vampires. The entire enterprise is extremely well done, I must admit. In fact, I would almost describe the film as somewhat predictable and by-the-numbers, except for one important fact: the movie makes us care about the characters, at least the ones who end up being victimized. The story is brilliantly written and none of the characters are one dimensional. And the viewer learns that each person in that claustrophobic house is complicated, flawed, and keeping a secret.

The smiling Daltons, not having a clue what they're getting themselves into.

The film's conclusion, shocking and depressing, stays with me. I'm not terribly happy about that situation, but I guess it means the filmmakers accomplished what they set out to do: shock people and leave them depressed for weeks. My understanding is that the original Danish film had a different ending, although not necessarily less downbeat. Maybe one day I'll search out the original film and find out.

The acting by all the players is excellent, kids included. I wasn't familiar with any of them, but when I looked them up on IMDB, I realized I had seen some of them in other films. James MacAvoy is the standout, and his character, Paddy, is the most difficult and multi-layered character in the film. MacAvoy rises to the challenge. He is at times supportive and loving, and at other times a seductive trickster. But he always conveys the possibility of becoming suddenly dangerous, even when he's being friendly and supporting, until his character finally explodes with violence. MacAvoy crosses all those emotional lines brilliantly. But the other actors don't pale in comparison. Davis and McNairy are called upon to be desperate, terrified, and heroic, while being torn apart by their own inner demons and fragile marital relationship. Franciosi is somewhat in the background for most of the film, a smiling, beguiling image of exotic beauty who is difficult to read. But when she's called upon to display her character's weirdness, she doesn't hold anything back.

SPEAK NO EVIL will only consume 110 minutes of your life. Before you know it, you'll be walking out of the theater lobby, depressed beyond belief and searching for your car. The film is apparently quite popular. The budget was only $15,000,000, and so far, the box office has collected nearly $60,000,000. Be forewarned: there are a lot of depressed individuals walking around out there. As for me, I'm safely back in the movie room, binging on Shirley Temple and Doris Day, just to take the edge off.

Go see this movie. You have nothing to lose but your good mood.

THE AMITYVILLE HORROR (1979)

 

It's fun to revisit movies I remember enjoying from years past, not only for the quality of the technique and the performances, but for the fond memories of the theater-going experience. Going to see THE AMITYVILLE HORROR in 1979 in a crowded theater was a real trip. So many jump scare moments where the entire audience reacted at exactly the same time, usually followed by embarrassed laughter. Well, maybe some people were laughing. Many others were shaking in their shoes at what was happening on the screen. This was a well-crafted horror film that seemed to take itself very seriously. In a decade where audiences had already been traumatized by THE EXORCIST (1973) and THE OMEN (1976), demonic forces were big business, and the Hollywood money machine made a lucrative deal with the devil that paid off quite handsomely. 

The film, directed by Stuart Rosenberg, was based on the 1977 novel, The Amityville Horror, by Jay Anson. It told the story of paranormal experiences endured by George and Kathy Lutz and their three children, who lived for twenty-eight days in a house in Amityville, New York, where a notorious mass murder had occurred a few years before. The Lutz's claimed they were forced to flee in terror from the house, although there has been a lot of skepticism over the years regarding those claims. The book was a best seller.

I haven't read the novel, so I don't know what changes were made in Sandor Stern's screenplay. James Brolin and Margo Kidder portray George and Kathy Lutz, along with Rod Steiger, Don Stroud, Helen Shaver, Michael Sacks, Amy Wright, John Larch, Murray Hamilton and Irene Daley. 

Although I'd rewatched this film a few times on cable back in the 1980's and 90's, and knew everything that was going to happen, it was always an enjoyable watch. The film is practically free of violence, a big plus for me, and quite surprising, considering the subject matter and the era in which it was made. And Brolin and Kidder are both talented, likeable actors. So, when I recently found a used DVD copy at a flea market for two bucks, I gladly picked it up.

 Chalk it up to the cynicism that comes with advanced age, or over saturation with the horror genre, but watching the film this time around proved to be more of a laugh fest than anything else. It started with Lalo Schifrin's theme music. The voices of children singing "La-la" were combined with discordant, unsettling music and replayed incessantly throughout the movie. This gimmick may have been considered creepy at the time, but now comes off as a cliche or even a parody. The film also seemed to move along too fast with its possession theme. Almost as soon as the family has moved into the accursed abode, Dad begins to take on the appearance and personality of Charlie Manson on a really bad day. And Mom is waking up in the middle of the night screaming: "He shot her in the HEAD!!!" Not to mention the youngest daughter taking up with a demonic imaginary (?) friend who obviously doesn't have the family's best interests at heart. 

Acclaimed actor Rod Steiger does his Method actor best as a priest, also Kidder's uncle, who comes over to bless the house and is beset by a satanic swarm of flies. Watching this sequence after so many years, I wondered why I didn't see how ridiculous it was. But the movie and its evil entities aren't yet finished with Steiger. As the enterprising Amityville demons have apparently taken control of the telephone lines, the concerned priest is unable to call Kidder to warn her about the flies, and presumably other possible problems. So, he goes into his church to offer prayers at the altar, only to have the aforementioned demonic forces use their far-reaching powers shake up the place, literally, and cause a piece of falling plaster from an overhead angel to blind him. When we last see Father Steiger, he's sitting on a park bench looking bewildered and defeated. It's not clear if he's acting or just exhausted from making this movie. 

Since Kidder's character is a Catholic, some boneheaded wardrobe mistress thought it would be a good idea to show this married mother of three children dressed in what appears to be a typical Catholic schoolgirl's uniform of the era, in a scene where she's just come home with a load of groceries. I remember this rather bizarre clothing choice being mentioned by at least one critic when the film was first released. But the biggest laugh of all is when Helen Shaver visits the house of horror for the first time. Shaver's character, apparently gifted with more psychic abilities than all the witches in the history of Salem Massachusetts, wanders through the house in a wide-eyed daze. Her paranormal powers lead her into the basement. Pointing to a wall, she announces excitedly that she's located the spot where the spirits enter the house. Then, like any considerate houseguest would do, she grabs an ax and starts tearing into the wall. Miss Shaver, no doubt trying hard for a Best Supporting Actress nomination, gives that wall everything she's got.

The film does have many well-conceived and very horrific moments. The early scenes that depict the murders of the family are very frightening and remain some of the most memorable images. One of the most effective scenes is when Amy Wright, playing a babysitter left with the youngest daughter, gets locked in a closet by the evil imaginary friend while the little girl sits motionless and allows it to happen. The feeling of claustrophobia and terror is palpable, and Wright plays her role perfectly. And I have to admit the onslaught of special effects during the climax are impressive and exciting. 

In spite of my newly acquired cynicism, I continue to like this very popular movie and will no doubt want to pop some popcorn and watch it again. After a few Bacardi & Cokes, I may find myself singing the La-la theme along with the kiddies and having a great time.

Notes From the Movie Room August 18, 2024

 

🎬 BOX SET BLUES 

We collectors of physical media do have our occasional mishaps. Problems generally occur when we send for items through the mail; packages may be damaged, DVDs/Blu-rays/4Ks may be scratched, or worse yet, missing from the package! I've had some DVDs that were totally blank, a nice, shiny disc with absolutely nothing on it. And definitely a few torn boxes or cracked plastic cases. All part of the glorious game, my friends. If you're dealing with a reputable, honest dealer or company, it's usually possible to get replacements or refunds as needed. But for me, buying items from a store has always been a positive experience. Until recently. I was browsing through my local Barnes & Noble, or, as I like to call it, my home away from home, and decided to pick up a box set called JOHN WAYNE: THE FOX WESTERNS, which contains four films the legendary actor made for 20th Century-Fox: THE BIG TRAIL (1930), NORTH TO ALASKA (1960), THE COMANCHEROS (1961) and THE UNDEFEATED (1969). My main reason for buying the set was for THE BIG TRAIL, which I had never seen. I had seen the other three films, and even owned a copy of NORTH TO ALASKA.

As fate, and the trickster gods of physical media would have it, THE BIG TRAIL 2-disc set contained two copies of the same disc. And it just happened to be the disc that did NOT feature the widescreen 70 MM movie with audio commentary and several other extras. My disc(s) had the small screen remastered movie only. No complaints about the movie, which I did watch. It had excellent imagery and sound, and I loved the film. But I did intend to get a refund, if possible, and buy another copy. I checked the B&N website, and they had other copies available, so I went back to the store intending to order one, as they didn't have any more box sets in stock. The folks at B&N were very understanding and there was no problem with the transaction. 

A few days later, the store informed me that my package was available for pickup. When I opened the package at home, I found that I had exactly the same problem as before. This was really hard to believe. I mean, what are the odds? Long story short: I took it back, they were very nice, and I got a refund. They also told me they would contact the powers that be and inform them that something had gone wrong with the robots at the factory. This was a minor hassle, and certainly disappointing. But, hey, this is truly a first-world issue, and I can't say I was all that upset. Besides, I found out that THE BIG TRAIL is out on Blu-ray, so I will search out a copy.

I had a much happier experience with another box set I ordered recently from Oldies.com: M SQUAD: THE COMPLETE SERIES-SPECIAL EDITION. From Timeless Media Group. This was an NBC series that ran from 1957 to 1960, and starred Lee Marvin as Chicago plainclothes cop Frank Ballinger. It's hard to believe, but this is one TV show from the Golden Age that I never even heard of until fairly recently. I came across a few episodes on Youtube and really got into it. The best way I can describe it is: PETER GUNN (1958-1961) on steroids. M SQUAD is a little grittier than the dark, moody, noirish PETER GUNN. And Marvin is much more edgy than the gentile Craig Stevens. However, both shows feature terrific jazz scores. I've only started digging into the first season, but I've already seen guest stars like Mike Conners, Bobby Driscoll, Deforest Kelley and even the enigmatic Benito Carruthers from John Cassavetes' SHADOWS. Not to mention a couple of familiar faces from B-horror flicks: Paul Birch from NOT OF THIS EARTH (1957) and Peggy Webber from THE SCREAMING SKULL (1958). That's one of the best things about exploring old TV shows, seeing who turns up in the casts. 

If you don't hear from me in a while, it's because I'm in serious binge mode.

WHITE HEAT (1949)

This classic Warner Brothers picture was directed by Rauol Walsh, and stars James Cagney, Virginia Mayo, Edmund O'Brien, Steve Cochran, Margaret Wycherly, John Archer and Fred Clark. One of the greatest gangster pictures ever made, WHITE HEAT showcases Jimmy Cagney is what is undoubtedly the most complex role of his career. As Cody Jarrett, he is so thoroughly flawed, he is practically a textbook case of criminal psychosis. Cruel and violent to the extreme, Cody is also unwholesomely attached to his mother and in mortal fear of ending up like his father, who died in an asylum.

Cody and his gang rob a mail train and kill several men. One of the gang members is seriously injured. They return to their hideout where Ma Jarrett (Wycherly) and Cody's wife, Verna (Mayo) await. Cody leaves his injured man to die while the rest of them take off. When the police catch up to Cody, he decides to confess to a lesser crime that was actually committed by a henchman at the same time as the train robbery. That way, Cody will serve a lighter prison sentence and establish an alibi as well. An undercover officer (O'Brien) is planted as Cody's cell mate in order to get evidence tying him to the train robbery. The plot, as they say, thickens. Considerably. There is enough double crossing going on with these characters to confuse Raymond Chandler. And the "white heat" of the title will become spectacularly evident in the film's final moments.

Cagney is well supported by stage actress Wycherly as the cold, tough-as-nails Ma Jarrett who, in the perverse universe of this movie is the true femme fatale, not Verna. While Verna is a duplicitous wife, it is Ma who has control over Cody's life and criminal activities. Sexy Virginia Mayo is perfectly matched by sly, seductive Steve Cochran, one of the gang members, who takes over Cody's wife and then tries to take over the business while Cody is in prison.

WHITE HEAT is a perfect example of Film Noir, not just for the cinematography, but for the psychological turmoil of the characters, primarily Cody and Ma. There is also a lot of location footage shot in and around Los Angeles that adds much realism and excitement to the film. 

Essential viewing for the student of Film Noir! Don't pass this one up!

"Made it, Ma! Top of the world!"