Hard Times answers the call

Just a Break

    Days having passed and a rut has been setting in. The want for movie watching diminishing slowly and steady. Something needed to get me back into the fold. The fold being the groove. The groove of watching a movie. Easy solution. A simple film can knock me back onto the tracks. An American film is wanting. Walter Hill is calling. Hard Times answers picks up the phone.

The Film

    Charles Bronson is Chaney. A wanderer in Depression era Louisiana arriving into town on a train-car with no goal in mind and nothing but six dollars to his name. He wanders around town, gets some coffee, then hears a commotion. He makes his way into a warehouse where a bare knuckle boxing match is occurring. He notices Spencer "Speed" Weed, played by a charismatic as always James Coburn, hyping up his fighter to get the bets higher but as the fight ensues, his fighter loses and he's left with pocket change.

    The two have a meet cute in an oyster bar where Chaney wants Speed to hype him and put his six bucks on him to win. Speed agrees and they go back to the warehouse. Chaney wins and suddenly a booming business agreement occurs.

    The movie then follows the two go from fight to fight. A 2 year medical student addicting to opium by the name of Poe, played by Strother Martin, joins the team to take care of Chaney. The main villain doesn't throw a punch but spends enough money to try and get Chaney to lose the hard way. Ultimately, the final match comes around with Speed being held against his will for being unable to pay off a debt and its up to Cheney to make good.

Before the Film

    This film has always been a personal favorite of mine as well as being one of my favorite Walter Hill films. So let us speak fondly of Walter Hill.

    Walter Hill is a pretty good director. One that would have thrived in the studio systems of the past as he had made the kind of movies that all audiences would enjoy but his career started up during the weirdness of 1975. A shifting year for Cinema for it is the year of Jaws and the end of the low budget B movie receiving theatrical distribution. It is the middle years of the Movie Brats phase where people who have never made movies look back and think 'The artists were truly alive then.' instead of seeing the reality that it was all luck that the movies they made had an audience. Like honestly, who the fuck wasn't going to go see The Godfather?

    Walter Hill though was someone that could be considered kin to those Movie Brats but more so the loner sitting at the table by himself enjoying the vibes of the party while drinking his beer. Influences coming far and wide when it came to films, with Akira Kurosawa probably being the biggest, but also genre. The man loved genre films as he has claimed that every movie he has ever made has been within the context of a western. Maybe this is why his films seem to bleed Americana no matter the subject.

    He starts his career gigging as a Assistant Direct and then moving his way up to screenwriting and sells his screenplay for Hickey & Boggs then gets the job of writing the adaptation of The Getaway. Getting enough juice to get his career off the ground.

Now the Film

    I watch it now and will all bias aside have to consider this a near masterpiece of a debut. There are so many character moments that exist in this film that have nothing to do with pushing the plot forward. All of these scenes though are inherent to the overall structure of the film that to cut one would start a bleed to death by many cuts scenario because if one goes then another has to go and soon enough there ain't much but probably 30 minutes and that ain't a movie. So wonderfully done these scenes are to create stronger outlines around these character types that you have seen again and again in various other sports films. 

    And in the middle of this is Charles Bronson giving one of his better performances that surely can stand strong alongside the very few worthwhile performances he has had over his long career. Everyone in this movie though is giving their best and for the stakes set up in this underworld circle of life of gamblers, hustlers, and people getting by; it all just works.

    Unfortunately, I do have to call the film near perfect because of how it falls short to truly accentuate the strengths of having a lead like Bronson that could have shot this movie to the moon as one of the best boxing films of all time. 

    For you see, it is Bronson's stoicism that strikes the heart of every viewer and the less dialogue used the better off you are. It's not like he can't speak English or grunts to communicate but its the fact that his face is where everything needs to expanded from. All the cracks of a hard life, the rough features, but most of all the eyes. So much power is in those eyes and if you able to work off these inherent traits then you could get yourself a fantastic Charles Bronson performance.

no mustache Bronson is the biggest threat 

    Now, his delivery though can be on point. Just look at how he delivers lines if either that one Twilight Zone episode Two or how he manages to steal every scene he shows up in The Magnificent Seven. The guy can deliver if you work with him and maybe its the fact that Walter Hill was a first time director and Bronson seems like a very rough around the edges kind of guy to interact with but the way he says a couple of lines here hinders the performance. Especially those with Jill Ireland which are the core of the Chaney's want to keep fighting.

    A very peculiar criticism I know but for a film that has hardly anything to criticize about, this was always the small thing that nagged me about the film.

    The camera keeps itself steady and determined with very little movement except for the fights themselves but even then, there is no flash to the fighting. People getting punched. People taking punches. People then getting knocked out. There's no music or nothing except for grunts and groans of the fighters as the blood lust crowd cheers on a winner to win that dollar bet to get something to eat. 

    It all looks great though. You get introduced early on to the idea that all these characters are very small people in a much bigger big world. You get the sights of empty trainyards, New Orleans graveyards, and low quality rooms for rent. There isn't anything superfluous to any of it and that makes the film feel lean. Real lean all throughout. This going alongside the music being real sparse and coming around every so often but mostly as something playing out of a radio or jukebox.

The Night is Coming to an End

    I equate this film to near perfection and to create an image; it is the end of a late night, say around 2 or 3 in the morning, and you are sitting all alone in a booth. All night diner offering the only solitude one needs and a cheap cup of coffee to pass the time with. You stare outside the window and watch the world stand still as the sky starts turning brighter and brighter. There is solace to be had in moments like this when all alone and this is how the film feels. A late night cup of coffee as the world keeps turning.