MEDiA: The Sailor Who Fell From Grace With The Sea, 1976

Wow! A pretty bonkers film, this. Part Mills & Boon Romance, part seventies softcore, and part psychological horror.

It’s superbly shot, acted, directed, and so on. In many ways, certainly visually, and occasionally sonically, it’s very beautiful.

But there’s also a rather horrid rotten core to it as well. This mainly emanates from an awful lil’ Hitler type character, called Chief.

A truly horrific scene.

For now I’m going to leave my ‘review’ pretty basic. I’ve long wanted to watch this film, as: I’ve always loved the poster; I quite like Kris Kristoffersen, in the ‘70s; and Sarah Miles is gorgeous!

There were parts of this film I could barely watch. Two parts. One involves the Chief dispatching the family cat, involving his hapless henchmen in the heinous act.

Wow! This scene is interesting.*

*Can’t see many films nowadays going places like this! And certainly not in the manner of this ‘handling’.

The other? Well, I basically bailed on the film. Not ‘cause I think it’s bad. But because it was getting too dark for me, as I am these days. I need light, warmth, happiness!

A more Mills & Boon type promo poster.

Would I recommend watching this film? That’s a tough one, to be honest. But I’m glad there are films like this out there. Because it’s not your average humdrum pulp potboiler.

I think it’s a film I might come back to? But then I might not? Who knows? Who cares…

I certainly want to find out two things arising from watching it: what font they’ve used in the titles, and on the posters. And who designed the superb Avco Embassy ident that we see at the beginning.

Often the sign of an interesting film.

I watched the film on YouTube. And I see that it’s also been made available to download, here.

A pair o’ beauties.
Jonathan Katz is superb as the troubled Jono.

I only really knew Sarah Miles as a dotty aristo’ type, from an episode of Suchet’s Poirot. It’s kind of odd, alarming, and yet very erotic, seeing her as she appears here.

But here, nothing is merely surface appearances; the theme of her son spying on her lovemaking complicates what could’ve been straightforward eroticism.

In an intriguing footnote, Earl Rhodes, who plays the utterly loathsome Chief, continued acting for a while, before switching to being a cameraman. Later on he became involved with the Falun Gong martial arts/religious movement. This latter activity saw him deported from China, back to the UK, in 2002.

FOOTNOTE:

This film is based upon, or at least shares a title with, a book by notorious Japanese novelist Mishima. From what little I’ve read about him, he was a right wing nut job. So it’s possible that in his book the Chief type character is the hero. Whereas in this film I’d say he’s certainly not. But it’s all very interesting. Mishima committed seppuku, ritual self-disemboweling, after staging a failed ‘nationalist’ coup!

Mishima, dressing the part…

MEDiA: Avco Embassy Logo

The animated version. Very groovy!

I just put on a film, The Sailor Who Fell From Grace With The Sea, and I absolutely adore the Avco Embassy logo ‘ident’, with which it begins. I’ve tried to find out who designed it. Looks very Saul Bass, to my eyes.

The final logo form.

Wow… design perfection.

A greener variant.

I have yet to find out who created this terrific logo, or the brilliant animated version. But this post commemorates it, for me, for now.

It looks, from the video atop this post, like it was in this form from 1968-82.

MEDiA: The Mechanic, 1972

I watched this last night, New Year’s Eve. It’s not a Great Film, but it was a good fun watch.

Bronson plays Bishop, a professional hitman. He lives in ridiculous luxury, but is popping pills, clearly not a well man.

The opening sequence is great. About a quarter of an hour with no dialogue at all, just atmosphere and ‘action’, as Bishop goes about his deadly work.

Bishop at work; peeping Tom mode.

It’s a morally ambivalent film, right from the outset. Bronson’s Bishop is clearly the ‘hero’, albeit in a dark antihero kind of way.

Having killed a seemingly harmless middle-aged man, alone in his homely bedsit, in a squalid part of town, Bishop’s next ‘job’ is a friend of his own (deceased) father.

Harry McKenna (KeenanWynn*) lives in even more ostentatious luxury than Bishop. Much good it’ll do him! He’s fallen foul of his ruthless bosses, and appeals to Bishop for help. Bishop meets with Harry, and as a result meets Steve McKenna, Harry’s wild playboy son.

*(?), from Dr Strangelove.

Steve, Bishop and Harry.

The stony faced emotionless Bishop’s next job turns out to be McKenna senior. He does his job with his usual meticulous preparation and attention to detail. In a way designed to make it look accidental.

His first victim will, we suppose, be deemed a victim of a domestic gas explosion. McKenna, a heart-attack.

Unaware Bishop killed his father, the younger McKenna stalks/grooms Bishop, with a view to becoming an assassin himself. This whole thread is rather weird, to be honest. Which I’ll come back to in a bit.

Bishop trains Steve.

After playing cagey for a while, Bishop finally takes Steve under his wing. With disastrous results that unfold over the remainder of the movie.

Their first job as a team goes a bit awry. Let’s say it’s messy, and not according to plan. And whilst there’s only really one ‘mark’, two additional henchman are ‘offed’. Their bodies are dissolved in the acid baths of unwitting accomplices, an auto bodywork workshop.

Bishop is called in, and reprimanded for taking Steve on. He’s given a ‘cowboy’ job – a quick kill – that he doesn’t like (it’s not his usual m.o.), to put things right.

This film has everything: kung-fu to frogmen!

Rather strangely, they take their time and the ‘quick kill’ winds up being more elaborate than any of the others in the film. It’s also a double-cross/set-up. And not only that, Bishop and Steve have both been tasked with killing each other.

All of the above is, frankly, a series of elaborate Mcguffins, allowing the film to traverse a whole range of settings. From the urban squalor of the opening sequence, in L.A., to the luxury of several of the villain’s homes. From motorcycle chases in swanky L.A. to yachts in Italy.

There are also training segments, in which the film manages to shoehorn in some sequences that suggest the film is trying to be an action movie grab bag: assassin stuff, gadgets, martial-arts, etc.

Bishop at home, pipe n’ pyjama mode.

My favourite of the exotic locations is Bishop’s pad. It’s amazing! Rather annoyingly, I can’t find any info’ in the place they used.

I have to find out where this is.

The acting is good. Not amazing. The roles, and the way it’s all delivered, are a bit dated/silly. There’s a hipster narcissism about Bishop and Steve, which would be pretty ugly even if they weren’t assassins.

I’ve read that originally Bishop and Steve were meant to be gay lovers. But that thread was dropped, when numerous mooted actors – e.g. George C. Scott – refused the lead role unless the homosexuality was taken out.

‘Me play gay? No way…‘

The Screenwriter for this film, John Lewis Carlino, called The Mechanic ‘one of the great disappointments of my life’, saying that what he’d written as a complex nuanced story was dumbed down from ‘a real investigation… into a pseudo James Bond film.’

Licensed to kill.

The investigation? According to Carlino ‘a sort of existential statement on the license to kill and what is occurring in our society, how legalized murder is occurring through our institutions.’

Well, yes, there are hints at that. But ultimately this does rather wind up being a dumb, if stylish, celebration of a certain weird vision of what nowadays might be called a toxic masculinity.

The ending is properly bonkers. If also quite predictable. We’re lead to think that maybe these two are genuine buddies – if no longer allowed to actually be lovers! – after all, as they single, er… no, make that double-handedly dole out death to their mafioso overlords.

Steve McKenna*, the embodiment of cocksure.

*Known to many as Stringfellow Hawke, from TV’s Airwolf.

But no, the cocky young Steve fulfils his contract on his former master and teacher, Bishop. Inheriting the Latter’s ridiculously cool pad. But wait… the wily Bishop strikes from beyond the grave! Ka-boom.

By this point, any attempts to explore the moral dimensions this film I doubt touched upon, are list, frankly, in a maelstrom of taciturn testosterone fuelled mayhem.

Flares, flames and firearms…

Despite all this craziness, I really enjoyed this film. It’s no classic. But it is fun. Bronson and Jan-Michael Vincent have real screen charisma. Michael Winner is a dab hand at getting an effective balance of mood and action.

Winner and Bronson, during filming.

DAYS iN: NYE, 2024

Evening.

The above photo was actually from the day before (30th Jan). Out delivering. Today I delivered around Stamford. Lots of beautiful villages. But I took no pics.

When I got home, Teresa had cooked a delicious meal. Plus we had tempura stuff, with dips, after. And some Nozecco, etc. to ‘toast’ the New Year.

I find myself in bed by 8 pm. Having played a little bit of Crash Bandicoot, and eaten a slice of Xmas cake. I’m dead tired. And have no desire to see in the NY.

As so often, I just want the sweet oblivion of sleep.

MUSiC: Freddie Hubbard, Live, 1977

Freddie Hubbard Quintet plays a set on the PBS television show Every Tub On It’s Bottom. Nov’, 1977.

Lineup:
Freddie Hubbard, trumpet
Rick Zunigar, guitar
Larry Klein, bass
David Garfield, keys
Carlos Vega, drums

I came across this footage whilst looking for example of Carlos Vega’s drumming outside of his work with James Taylor. I’m guessing the Larry Klein on bass is the same dude who eventually shacked up with Joni!?

DAYS iN: Sideburns

What am I doing!?

I’m trying to grow sideburns, or mutton-chops. Also known as ‘bugger grips’! Is this wise, I wonder? Well… who cares, eh?

Beverage, book, and Bagpuss.

We’re thinking of spending a simple quiet day at home, today. Resting and reading. Although I’ll have to go to work. Got one shift booked already. Ideally I need to do another, as well.

MEDiA: Epic Camel Adventure, Quest For Gobi Bear…

Wow! This is really terrific.

This a one of the best programmes I’ve seen in recent times. A proper slice of old school BBC factual television that educates, inspires, and uplifts. How Reithian is that!?

Gordon Buchanan, turns 52!

The bulk of the programme, is given over to us epic journey by Bactrian camel, across the Gobi Desert.

Buchanan and his Bactrian buddies.
Can’t help but love these amazing creatures.

The last 5-10 minutes culminates in both Buchanan’s 52nd birthday, and his encounter with the elusive and very rare Gobi Bear.

This has many levels of resonance for me: I am 52, soon to turn 53 (in just a few days!), and as a child I had a toy bear, that just so happened to be called… Gobby Bear!

A Gobi Bear!

Sadly, as ever, humanity is playing its doleful part in destroying life on Earth. The Gobi, The Sahara, ‘desertification’ is, it seems, something we have caused. Or at the very least exacerbated.

DAYS OUT: Castle Rising

Lovely!

We went for a walk at Castle Rising, after my afternoon shift today. Very nice.

I thought we might walk to the Castle itself. But we didn’t. Instead we walked down a lane, eventually reaching a bridge (below), and then turning back.

Nearing the end of our walk.

‘Twas a very pleasant stroll. And something I think we all needed and enjoyed.

MUSiC: Harold McKinney, 1974

Wow! The tidal wave of ‘new’ music continues. New to me, that is. Most of it, like this, is ages old. So far I’ve just listened to the opening few minutes. But they were very promising. I look for’ard to really digging in…