Sunday, one of the things we watched was the Criterion Blu-Ray release of The Third Man. I wasn’t originally planning on buying this – I was going to get by with my standard def DVD until I saw this was going out of print and figured, “better get it while I can.” And while it’s now pretty much sold out everywhere, I still think the movie is worth a mention.
I haven’t watched this in awhile and was just constantly struck, from the first frame to the last, of what an amazing film this is. All of this talent coming together, a “package” in modern Hollywood-speak, yet seemingly working to do the very best they could, coming from an era where the concept of the blockbuster didn’t exist. Maybe not quite art for art’s sake, but damned close.
Director Carol Reed, writer Graham Greene, star Orson Welles (and Joseph Cotten and Valli and Trevor Howard and Wilfred Hyde-White). And the music, played on the zither by Anton Karas. Academy Award winning cinematography by Robert Krasker. And the amazing production design that fully captures Vienna in 1949, still bearing open wounds from WWII amidst its splendor. It all comes together in the amazing climactic sequence shot in the sewers of Austria – a confluence of talent that is rarely equaled. The photography, the editing, the expressions on Welles’ face, that shot of the fingers reaching up through that sewer grating to the street above, grasping for escape or freedom that will be denied.
Welles, in archival footage, also talks about the benefit of a “star part” like Harry Lime – that for an hour, people in the film do nothing but talk about him, mythologize him, so by the time he finally does appear on screen, a face momentarily appearing out of the shadows, he doesn’t really have to do anything to dominate the film. Except that this time, here, he does everything.
Orson Welles takes great pains to inform people that he did not co-direct the film, as is often rumored. And equally great pains to inform that he wrote his famous speech, 2/3rds of the way through the film.
Like the fella says, in Italy for 30 years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love – they had 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.
The Blu-Ray disc provides the original British version of the film (Selznick cut 11 minutes for the US release), the far superior version. The opening narration (spoken by Reed himself) sets the tone brilliantly for the film – and this is something that American audiences were robbed of for many years.
Bonus features on the disc are equally amazing. An audio commentary by directors Steven Soderbergh and Tony Gilroy, a second by film scholar Dana Polan. An introduction from Peter Bogdanovich. A 90 minute documentary from 2005 on the making of the film. An hour long profile of Graham Greene from the BBC from 1968. And a whole lot more.
Simply put, if you’ve never seen this, you’re poorer for it. And if you haven’t watched it in years, it’s time to watch it again and remind yourself what real filmmaking used to mean.
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There is discussion about a remake of The Third Man, with Leonardo DiCaprio attached to the project. Given the way that films are made in Hollywood today, there is no chance at all that they can improve on the original but every chance that they will make a lot more money with this remake. It’s sad.
A sad remake that I tried to watch today is the remake of the classic British TV series, The Prisoner, more than 40 years after the iconic original. I watched it because Ian McKellen plays Number Two, but I gave up on it after 20 minutes. Perhaps that’s not fair? Perhaps I should force myself to sit through the entire thing before publicly critiquing it? Maybe this actually has somewhere to go during its 6 episodes? Ah, fuck dat shit.
Simply put, they took everything that made the original great and tossed it out. I barely know where to start. And I don’t think it’s worth my time or effort. So I’ll just say, ten years from now, when people talk of the Prisoner, they will still mean the original McGoohan series – this remake will have been forgotten long before then.