Ken4Pyro
I'm very sorry Mr. Jacobs found this movie so dismal, and incorrect. I for one found it very much a portrayal of what life was like in the late 50's and early 60's, at least for me, and my brother. Of course, we can't really speak to what Baltimore looked like since we lived in Philadelphia, but I really didn't tune this in because I expected it to be a documentary of Maryland landscape in '58 or '59, so maybe I missed something. England never much looked like what we saw in Sweeney Todd either, but what can you say?As for the plot, I was thrilled. The story line has been described at length by others, so I won't waste the space on that. I did find a couple of scenes so riveting that I'll never lose them. The first was John Hurt describing the effect of absolute exhaustion and searing heat being assuaged by a Argentine lady sliding an ice cold beer across the bar to him. Having worked many an hour in the sun out near Barstow, CA in the summer, I could truly understand and appreciate the imagery of that dialogue with no extra effort at all.The next was the scene where Strathairn's character has had enough of the neighborhood drunk firing his weapon into the sky in the middle of the night and walks across the street and clocks him good. A good man, pushed to the limit, can't take any more and does something about it. Well acted, and very tense exchange between the two men. And Mr. Jacobs? You think that 13 years was enough time that everyone would have forgotten a "draft dodger" and let it go? Think again. It damn sure would have been a roadblock for the little boy to play on the VFW sponsored baseball team.My favorite scene of this movie though, with no doubt, was watching the look on the kids face when the apparatus Hurt designed begins to haul his little body up the inside of the tower in a flash. Man that was something, you could almost feel the wind in your own hair and watch the ground recede below you.We had a similar dare target where I grew up. A huge natural gas line spanned a river, and the dare was to walk across it without using your hands to hold on to the guy wires. Up to the time we moved from there (1967) no one ever had. Maybe that's why this one resonated so deeply with me.I thought it was wonderful, with just enough surprises and laughter to make it not too heavy, which it damn sure could have been.I think this is one of those hidden gems that make you just delighted you stumbled across. I'm glad I saw this, and have it in my DVD library.
Bryce Lawrence
While a little old, I've heard this movie is being released again on the 21st of August. I was lucky enough to see it the first time around and WOW, what a great film! This film chronicles the life of people in 1950's Baltimore after WWII. I have to say that it does a good job of showing what life was like back then. The acting is great and it includes many actors who have since become larger names such as Gregory Smith, the star of Everwood, and Sarah Buxton. I would recommend this movie to people of all ages. It definitely has something for everyone and is very entertaining. While not an action film, the superb acting, character development, and complex plot make this a film that will withstand the test of time. It's definitely worth hunting down or buying!
Alan J. Jacobs
A combination of the French and the Kiwis created this ludicrous evocation of 1950s Baltimore, cobbled together by people without the faintest idea of what Americans looked liked, sounded like, or felt like in the 1950s. I had no idea where this film was supposed to take place, then saw as the camera panned down over what looked like a suburb in a dense jungle. A title tells us that it's Baltimore in 1958. Oh, really? It looked as much like Baltimore as Wellington (where it was filmed) looks like Baltimore, that is, not at all.There are several plot lines in the film, none of which ring the least bit true. First, we have the Dad, who is forever living in a state of shame because he failed to serve in World War II. Now, this is 13 years later! No one in this place would have known or cared that one of the residents did not serve--in the course of 13 years, there would have been enough turnover in population that none of the people there in 1942 would have been the same as the people there in 1958. This is not Podunk, this is supposed to be Baltimore! It might have been a small curiosity, but David Strathairn goes around like he's wearing a scarlet A. And his sin of failing to serve is passed on to his son, who is not allowed to play on the local Little league team because of his father's shame. Apparently, there is only one such team, and it's sponsored by the VFW, and the son (Danny) is blackballed. Absolute poppycock. So Danny has an inferiority complex because of his draft-dodging father. In order to prove himself, and because of his need for some sort of spiritual fulfillment, he determines that he must climb the radio tower nearby. No one thus far has climbed it and lived, even though it looks to be only about 300 feet tall. It is scheduled to be torn down on some date in the near future, and Danny aspires for Baltimore immortality by being the first to climb it. Nothing prevents him and other kids from going up to this attractive nuisance and doing whatever they want in its vicinity. On the anniversary of one guy's fall from the tower, Danny decides to make the climb, but is stopped from doing so by a bully with a BB gun. The bully decrees that no one is to climb the tower until the 23rd of the month, just before it is to be torn down. Danny complies, but decides to get even with the bully, by setting a booby trap to make the bully fall off his bike. He escapes from the bully (thus showing his athletic ability), but fails to realize the the bully might find him at his own house. So when the bully catches up, Danny climbs up a ladder, but a rung is loose, and Danny injures himself. His arm is in a sling, and he thinks he'll never be able to climb. But there's a dying only man next door, Old Man Langer (John Hurt), who Danny's is being paid to take care of. Langer wants Danny to assist him in his suicide (he's dying of cancer anyway), but when he hears that Danny has the aspiration to get to the top of the tower, but can't climb because of his arm, Langer puts his civil engineering wizardry to use, and devises a device to raise Danny to the top of the tower. This is the most unbelievable part of the plot: each time Langer helps Danny, Langer must be dragged by Danny in a Flexible Flyer wagon up the hill to go work on the tower. No one suspects what Danny's up to, or thinks it odd that he's pulling around a dying old man in a wagon. There are more unbelievable elements to the plot. For example, Danny's dad, Earl, has been elected as the person to tell a neighborhood terror, Jack (?) that he's got to stop getting drunk a shooting off his gun in the middle of the night. By handling this assignment adeptly, Earl can remove the stigma of his WWII cowardice. And did I mention that there is also a plot involving a fornicating priest? But all turns out OK, and Danny & Earl consider, at the very end of the movie, building a house where the tower once stood. Everybody in this movie dresses in flannel and dungarees, like the director saw a photo of some malt shop in the 1950s, and decided this must be how everyone dressed. So kids, parents, even women, wore flannel shirts and dungarees. I can just imagine the yards of flannel, all in checkered patterns, that some Wellington costumer needed to use in order to create this 50s fantasy. Believe me, there were lots of people not dressed in those horrible clothes back in the 50s. David Stathairn is usually a superb actor when appearing in a John Sayles film, for example, but here is like a cookie-cutter dad from a sitcom. John Hurt is particularly atrocious in his annoying role as old man Langer--where the hell is that accent from? It's kind of like Louisiana meets Appalachia meets Oxford--but it's more like John Hurt doesn't give a damn as long as he gets his paycheck. So he's a old dying man, but he has a full head of bushy brown hair, like a teenager. Where'd that come from? He hams and hacks his way through this mess, but his performance is a good part of the mess. However, the kid, Gregory Smith, is pretty good. It's a demanding role, physically and emotionally, and the movie is almost worth watching to see this bravura performance. Undoubtedly, the kid had a good time filming out in New Zealand--he gives it his all, and is pretty good in an otherwise unwatchable, unbelievable, cloying, awful movie.
