Tuesday, June 30, 2009

The Postman Always Rings Twice (1946)



the following synopsis is courtesy of: http://www.allmovie.com/work/38843

A classic 1940s film noir, The Postman Always Rings Twice is shot through with an overwhelming sense of the inevitability of fate. In the tradition of Greek tragedy, characters who appear to be in control of their fates turn out to be trapped and compelled by urges beyond their control. They are attractive but flawed, and corrupt at a level so basic that no amount of absolution can cleanse them of their sins. Lana Turner is so magnetically attractive that it is easy to see why John Garfield's character is so quick to fall under her charms and into her arms. Garfield does a capable job of portraying his character's basic moral neutrality: he will do what has to be done, not because it is right or wrong, but simply because it is what must be done. The Macbeth-like plotting of the lovers leads to the predictable recriminations and double-crosses. Even in noir, evil is punished. Eventually. Sort of. The passions that drive the couple to murder are the same fates that manipulated Macbeth, but, in both cases, the characters must pay a price for their weaknesses. The relentless intensity of the Turner-Garfield relationship has rarely been matched on screen. The taut script by Harry Ruskin was based on the novel by noir-meister James M. Cain (Double Indemnity Mildred Pierce), and director Tay Garnett carefully evokes all the conventions of the genre without expanding them.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

My Thoughts on Film Noir

I have been conscious of the genre of Film Noir for over 20 years. During the VCR era and when AMC was what TMC has become I recorded and watched a great deal; Out of The Past, His Kind Of Woman, Kiss of Death, The Big Combo, Call Northside 777, Where The Sidewalk Ends, DOA, Detour, Murder My Sweet and many others. I bought the Warner Bros Noir Set # 1 about 4 years ago along with Eddie Muller’s book; Dark City. Recently, however I have made a more intense study of the ouvre and have decided to write down some of my observations, mainly for my own benefit, but from which I hope some of you may benefit in some part.

Using my own DVD Collection, Netflix , TCM and Fox Movie Classics I have watched the following movies and given each my own very subjective rating on a scale of 1 to 4:


Double Indemnity (1944) 4
High Wall (1947) 4
The Naked City (1948) 4
The Asphalt Jungle (1950)4
The Big Heat (1953) 4
Gun Crazy (1950) 4
Where the Sidewalk Ends (1950)4
The Killers (1946) 4
Gilda (1946) 4
The Lady from Shanghai (1947) 4
Sunset Blvd. (1950) 4
Night and the City (1950) 3.5
Brute Force (1947) 3
Cry of the City (1948) 3
Mildred Pierce (1945) 3
Pickup on South Street (1953) 3
The Lost Weekend (1945) 3
The Set-Up (1949)3
Thieves' Highway (1949) 3
T-Men (1947) 3
Touch of Evil (1958) 3
Kiss of Death (1947) 2.5
Shadow of a Doubt (1943) 2.5
The Big Sleep (1946) 2.5
The Blue Dahlia (1946) 2.5
Force of Evil (1948) 2
Laura (1944) 2
The Big Clock (1948) 2
The Woman in the Window (1944) 2
The Maltese Falcon (1941) 1.5
Fear in the Night (1947) 1
House by the River (1950) 1
Lady in the Lake (1947) 1


33 movies; 11 of which I gave 4 stars. In reviewing these 11 I realized that only two were directed by the same director, that many studios are represented and most of classic noir era is spanned.

Double Indemnity (1944) Wilder Paramount 1944
Where the Sidewalk Ends (1950)Preminger 20CF 1950
The Big Heat (1953) Lang Columbia 1953
Gilda (1946) Vidor Columbia 1946
The Lady from Shanghai (1947) Welles Columbia 1947
High Wall (1947) Bernhardt MGM 1947
The Asphalt Jungle (1950)Huston MGM 1950
Sunset Blvd. (1950)Wilder Paramount 1950
Gun Crazy (1950)Lewis UA 1950
The Naked City (1948)Dassin Universal 1948
The Killers (1946)Siodmak Universal 1946


In other words, the Auteur theory doesn’t fit my preference for a movie, nor does a particular studio or production year. I loved Preminger’s Where The Sidewalk Ends but was disappointed by Laura. I enjoyed Fritz Lang’s The Big Heat but felt cheated by Woman in the Window and couldn’t stomach House by The River. Asphalt Jungle directed by John Huston may be my favorite Noir of all but I dislike The Maltese Falcon. Lady From Shanghai is probably my 2nd favorite Noir but I have never been able to love Touch of Evil (and lord, I’ve tried to love that film). Only Billy Wilder makes the list twice with the excellent Double Indemnity and the incomparable Sunset Blvd. In a way Sunset Blvd is in a class by itself like Citizen Kane and a movie that is so uniquely great that I do not believe it can be compared to other films.

What I do know about my preferences is that I dislike overly talky, stagy films. I prefer real locations to movie sets, big cities to countryside and brunettes to blondes (Hayworth and Turner excepted and Gloria Grahame gets special consideration because she is so unique as an actress). I like Mitchum and Ryan and Widmark more than Conte, Andrews or Victor Mature and that I really like Glenn Ford.

I also realize after watching Rififi, Breathless, Bob Le Fambeur, Les Doulos, Class Tout Risques, etc. that I actually prefer French New Wave to American Noir. Just as the Beatles and The Rolling Stones took American Blues and made a new kind of Rock n’ Roll, so I feel that Melville, Truffaut & Goddard took Noir and made the greatest cinema ever.

Anyway these are just a few of my musings on a rainy, Saturday night. Time to watch a movie…

The Postman Always Rings Twice is next in my queue.


Tim Brophy

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Gare Du Nord, Paris


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Gare du Nord (3)


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Gare Du Nord, Paris


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Gare du Nord


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Clock, Gare Du Nord, Paris


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Gare du Nord (5)


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Gare du Nord - Paris


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Gare du Nord


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Paris, Gare du Nord


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Gare Du Nord


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Gare du Nord, Paris


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PARIS - Gare du Nord


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À la gare du nord, les baggages sont à gauche

Gare du Nord


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Sunday, June 14, 2009


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Summer Night NYC


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Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Mildred Pierce




I liked this film. First and foremost the story runs so contrary to most Noirs in that the protagonist is a woman. And what a woman! Joan, even at age 40 which she was when this was made was still beautiful. Mildred Pierce is a survivor who does quite well without men, thank you. Like most Noirs MP has a femme fatale and it is Veda, one of the vilest creatures to hit the screen. Well photographed with good music and a compelling story with a bit of a twist ending and a well deserved Oscar winning role by Joan Mildred Pierce is an example of how Hollywood could work within the code and without CGI and make a great film.

Tim Brophy



Se7en



Just watched Se7en again for the 1st time in over a decade last night. It is pretty amazing that the director of this fllm, David Fincher also is the director (with same star, Brad Pitt) of Benjamin Button . David Fincher also directed Brad Pitt in Fight Club. Without Brad Pitt Fincher made another tale of urban squeamishness; Zodiac.

Like Fight Club Se7en portrays a bleak, urban landscape, full of rain and water and ersatz, second hand fixtures. Both of these movies are extended Baroque Mise en Scene that take tremendous pains to create a dystopia that is nowhere and everywhere. The cities in both movies are namesless, shapeless and decaying. The people that live in them are corrupt, apathetic and sad.

You can read anywhere about the plot or the acting or the pyschology or theology underlying the story. I am just here to point to Fincher's Neo-Noir Weltanchaung that comes out in the this film and in Fight Club.

Tim Brophy

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Gilda (1946)






Is Gilda a Noir film? I'm not sure but I like it. A lot of mystery/ drama/ suspense and adventure movies from the 1940's get tarred as Noir. To me, Gilda falls into the category of films like Macao which have a little mystery, a little murder and plenty of romance in an exotic locale. Obviously Gilda is as superior to Macao as Rita Hayworth is superior to Jane Russell.

What makes Gilda work so well is Rita Hayworth and the smoldering intensity of Glenn Ford. I definitely plan to watch more of his movies, having recently seen The Big Heat I am really starting to love the rage just below the surface he brings to a role. Rita Hayworth is beautiful and trouble, just like in The Lady From Shanghai.

The only thing I wish the movie had was some explanation at the end of what exactly Gilda did to make John hate her so much, obviously Gilda cheated on him but he really burned. The movie also takes place entirely on studio sets with no real locations. A few scenes in Buenos Aires would have been nice and it would have been great showing them leave on an Ocean Liner. Otherwise I think the movie is very good.

This film is further proof that when the frame is full of interesting men and beautiful women and lovingly filmed in black and white the flaws of a film are easy to overlook.

Tim Brophy

Friday, June 5, 2009

Bob le flambeur




Bob le Flambeur

Release Date: 1955


Roger Ebert / May 25, 2003



Flamber (verb, French): To wager not only the money you have, but the money you don't have.

"I was born with an ace in my palm."

--Bob

Before the New Wave, before Godard and Truffaut and Chabrol, before Belmondo flicked the cigarette into his mouth in one smooth motion and walked the streets of Paris like a Hollywood gangster, there was Bob. "Bob le Flambeur," Bob the high-roller, Bob the Montmartre legend whose style was so cool, whose honor was so strong, whose gambling was so hopeless, that even the cops liked him. Bob with his white hair slicked back, with his black suit and tie, his trenchcoat and his Packard convertible and his penthouse apartment with the slot machine in the closet. Bob, who on the first day of this movie wins big at the races and then loses it all at roulette, and is cleaned out. Broke again.

Jean-Pierre Melville's "Bob le Flambeur" (1955) has a good claim to be the first film of the French New Wave. Daniel Cauchy, who stars in it as Paolo, Bob's callow young friend, remembered that Melville would shoot scenes on location using a handheld camera on a delivery bike, "which Godard did in 'Breathless,' but this was years before Godard." Melville worked on poverty row, and told his actors there was no money to pay them, but that they would have to stand by to shoot on a moment's notice. "Right now I have money for three or four days," he told Cauchy, "and after that we'll shoot when we can."

This film was legendary but unseen for years, and Melville's career is only now coming into focus. He shot gangster movies, he worked in genres, but he had such a precise, elegant simplicity of style that his films play like the chamber music of crime. He was cool in the 1950s sense of that word. His characters in "Bob" glide through gambling dens and nightclubs "in those moments," Melville tells us in the narration, "between night and day ... between heaven and hell."

His story involves a gambler named Bob Montagne (Roger Duchesne), who is known to everybody. Yvonne (Simone Paris), who owns the corner bar, bought it with a loan from Bob. A local police inspector (Guy Decomble) had his life saved when Bob pushed a killer's arm aside. Paolo (Cauchy) is under Bob's wing because his father was Bob's old friend. As the movie opens, Bob sees a young streetwalker named Anne (Isabelle Corey) eat some French fries and then accept a ride from a client on a scooter. Later, when Anne seems about to fall into the power of the pimp Marc (Gerard Buhr), Bob orders Marc away and brings Anne home to his apartment--not to sleep with her, because that would not be cool, but as a favor to Paolo.

It is 1955. Bob has gone straight for 20 years. Before that, we understand, there was a bank job that led to some time in prison. Bob was a gangster in prewar Paris; "it's not the same anymore," he observes. Cauchy, whose memories are included in a filmed monologue on the DVD, explains that the war brought an end to the old criminal way of life: "These days, gangsters are pathetic delinquents. Gangsters back then, there was more to them." Everybody understands that Bob belongs to the old school.

Melville (1917-1973) was born Grumberg. He changed his name in admiration for the author of Moby Dick. He was a lover of all things American. He went endlessly to American movies, he visited America, he shot a film in New York ("Two Men in Manhattan"), and Cauchy remembers, "He drove an American car and wore an American hat and Ray-Bans, and he always had the Armed Forces Network on his car radio, listening to Glenn Miller." He inhaled American gangster films, but when he made his own, they were not copies of Hollywood but were infused by understatement, a sense of cool; his characters need few words because so much goes without saying, especially when it comes to what must be done, and how it must be done, and why it must be done that way.

"Bob le Flambeur" opens by establishing the milieu. We see water trucks washing the streets at dawn. We follow Bob to the track, to the casino, and finally back to the neighborhood to lose his final 200 francs. He hears an amazing thing: The safe of the casino at Deauville sometimes contains 800 million francs. He determines to assemble a gang of friends and experts and crack it.

Melville is well aware of the convention where a mastermind uses a chart so his confederates (and the audience) can understand the logistics of a heist, but "Bob le Flambeur" surprises us: First, Bob walks everyone through their paces inside a large chalk outline of the casino, painted on the grass of an empty field. Then, "here's how Bob pictured the heist," the narrator tells us, and we see the gang moving through a casino which, in this fantasy, is entirely empty of customers or employees.

The scheme is fairly simple, involving gunmen who hold everyone at bay while an expert cracks the safe. As the expert practices on a duplicate safe, he uses earphones and finally an oscilloscope to hear what the tumblers are doing, and Melville punctuates the intense silence of this rehearsal with shots of the safecracker's dog, a German Shepherd who pants cheerfully and seems encouraged by his progress.

The safecracker is played by Rene Salgue, who was, Cauchy says, a real gangster. It was not easy for Melville to find successful actors who would agree to work for nothing and drop everything when he had raised more money; Duchesne, who plays Bob, was considered a risk because of a drinking problem. And as for Isabel Corey, whose performance as Anne is one of the best elements of the movie, Melville picked her up off the street. Offered her a ride in his American car. Found out she was almost 16.

Partially as a result of the legend of "Bob," famous actors came around later. Melville's "Le Cercle Rouge" (1970), which his admirer John Woo restored for a 2003 release, stars Alain Delon and Yves Montand. Delon also worked for him in "Le Samourai" (1967), and "Un Flic" (1972); Jean-Paul Belmondo was in "Aine des Ferchaux," also known as "Magnet of Doom" (1963). Oddly enough, Jean Gabin, the quintessential French crime actor, who specialized in the kind of restrained acting Melville admired, never worked with him.

The actors are not required to do much. Like actors in a Bresson film, they embody more than they evoke. Most of what we think about Bob is inspired by what people say about him and how they treat him. Duchesne plays the character as poker-faced; he narrows his eyes, but never widens them, and after Paolo blabs in bed to Anne about the plan and she blabs in bed to Marc, who is a police informer, Bob slaps her and walks out without betraying any emotion. Oh, first he leaves the key to his apartment with Yvonne, "for the kid," because he knows Anne will need a place to stay now that Bob knows about Paolo and Paolo knows about Marc.

Women are the source of most of the trouble in Bob's world. Anne's imprudence is repaired in the film, but there is also betrayal from the wife of a casino employee, who finds out about the plot from her husband. Melville liked women, Cauchy tells us, but he preferred to hang out with his pals, talking about the movies. Bob gets Anne a job as a bar girl in a nightclub, notes her quick advancement to cigarette girl and then to "hostess," and tries his best to prevent Marc from becoming her pimp.

One night, perhaps because despite her coldness she feels a certain gratitude, she hands Bob a flower. The gesture must have meant something to Melville, whose "Le Cercle Rouge" also has a man being offered a flower by a cigarette girl.

The climax of "Bob le Flambeur" involves surprising developments that approach cosmic irony. How strange, that a man's incorrigible nature would lead him both into and through temptation. The twist is so inspired that many other directors have borrowed it, including Paul Thomas Anderson in "Hard Eight," Neil Jordan in "The Good Thief," and Lewis Milestone and Steven Soderbergh, the directors of the "Ocean's Eleven" movies. But "Bob" is not about the twist. It is about Bob being true to his essential nature. He is a gambler.





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Monday, June 1, 2009

Hollow Triumph (aka The Scar, aka The Man Who Murdered Himself)




Just saw this little known but wonderful film, listed as Hollow Triumph on TCM. This film hits all the right buttons and the heart of this film is the glorious cinemtography done by John Alton. It features a sinister story, fine exterior locations, a train and ocean liner, the attractive Joan Bennet and a great ending. This is one I plan to buy. Some may consider this a B movie but I think it is a perfect Noir.


Brute Force




I'll be honest. I admired this film and liked some moments but overall I cannot say I love it. Burt Lancaster has always been one of my favorite actors and I have a new love of Jules Dassin based on Rififi and The Naked City but overall the movie engaged me more intellectually than emotionally. The ending is a great existential statement and some of the dialogue is fine. I think the sameness of the drab uniforms and bleakness of the prison as well as the lack of females on screen (all the scenes involving dames are flashbacks and are brief (It is as shame that Yvonne DeCarlo was only on screen for a few moments, I find her exceptionally beautiful). Still if you are a Noir buff and a fan of Dassin you should see this once.


for you Yvonne De Carlo fans; Voila!




Sunday, May 31, 2009

Du rififi chez les hommes (Un hommage au Quand la ville dort (The Asphalt Jungle)





I really loved this film immensely. To me it is a loving tribute to one of my favorite Noirs, The Asphalt Jungle. The story is taut, the cinematography is delicious and Jean Servais is excellent as Tony le Stéphanois. The scenes of Paris are awesome and Dassin in a 2000 interview said that during the shooting for the film he refused to work on a day if it was sunny outside. I like to think of the movie as part 3 of Jules Dassin's Big City Tryptich; NYC in The Naked City; London in Night and The City and Paris in Du rififi chez les hommes . I strongly recommend this film. Below is Ebert's review who is clearly as taken as I by the French New Wave of Cinema.

Tim Brophy
May 31st 2009



Rififi

Release Date: 1954


Roger Ebert / Sep 1, 2002



The modern heist movie was invented in Paris in 1954 by Jules Dassin, with "Rififi," and Jean-Pierre Melville, with "Bob le Flambeur." Dassin built his film around a 28-minute safe-cracking sequence that is the father of all later movies in which thieves carry out complicated robberies. Working across Paris at the same time, Melville's film, which translates as "Bob the High Roller," perfected the plot in which a veteran criminal gathers a group of specialists to make a big score. The Melville picture was remade twice as "Ocean's Eleven," and echoes of the Dassin can be found from Kubrick's "The Killing" to Tarantino's "Reservoir Dogs." They both owe something to John Huston's "The Asphalt Jungle" (1950), which has the general idea but not the attention to detail.

"Rififi" was called by Francois Truffaut the best film noir he'd ever seen (it was based, he added, on the worst noir novel he'd ever read). Dassin's inspiration was to expand the safe-cracking job, which is negligible in the book, into a breathless sequence that occupies a fourth of the running time and is played entirely without words or music. So meticulous is the construction and so specific the detail of this scene that it's said the Paris police briefly banned the movie because they feared it was an instructional guide.

There is something else unique about the heist scene: It is the centerpiece of the film, not the climax. In a modern heist film, like "The Score" (2001), the execution of the robbery fills most of the third act. "Rififi" is more interested in the human element, and plays as a parabola, with the heist at the top before the characters descend to collect their wages of sin. After the heist there is still a kidnapping to go.

The film was shot on a modest $200,000 budget on Paris locations that Dassin scouted while wandering unemployed around the town; he was on the Hollywood blacklist and hadn't worked in four years. Streets are usually wet in movies because they photograph better that way, but Paris is especially damp in "Rififi," shot in wintertime and showing a criminal milieu where the only warmth comes in a flat where one of the crooks lives with his wife and little boy.

The film centers on Tony (Jean Servais, a Belgian actor who had gone through hard times because of alcoholism). Always referred to as "the Stephanois," he's a sad-eyed, tubercular ex-con who dotes on the little boy, his godson. Tony reveals a nasty streak of cruelty against a former mistress, and is quite capable of cold-blooded murder, but by the end he seems purified by loss. His character believes in honor among thieves, and his lonely vengeance against the kidnappers provides the film with its soul.

The boy's father is Jo the Swede (Carl Moehner). Jo and his friend Mario (Robert Manuel) have their eyes on diamonds in a store window, and want to smash and grab just before the light turns green for their getaway car. Tony nixes the plan and advises them to go for the big score--the store's safe. They enlist a safecracker named Cesar, who is played by Dassin himself (as "Perlo Vita").

Casing the store is done with a bold brilliance. Tony ostentatiously leaves his bulging wallet neglected on a counter, to show his indifference to money. Determining the type of the safe and the kind of alarm, they stage a rehearsal, test the alarm's sensitivity (it responds to vibrations) and discover they can immobilize it with foam from a fire extinguisher.

"No rods," Tony advises. "Get caught with a rod, it's the slammer for life." But the thieves are as ruthless as necessary, tying up the couple who live over the diamond store before gingerly hammering their way through the ceiling with a cushioned hammer. The composer, Georges Auric, originally wrote music for this sequence, but agreed with Dassin it was unnecessary, and for 28 minutes we hear nothing but taps, breathing, some plaster falling into an umbrella used to catch it, some muffled coughs, and then, after the alarm is disabled, the screech of the drills used to cut into safe. There is, of course, no reason why the men cannot talk softly, and so the silence is Dassin's inspired directorial choice, underlining the suspense. When I saw the film in a 2002 revival in London, the 28-minute sequence played as it always does, to a theater that was conspicuously hushed in sympathy.

The movie opens with a backroom poker game, and after the heist Dassin mirrors that scene with another shot of men around a table. Nice, how he uses closeups of their eyes before showing the diamonds. They have committed a perfect crime, but Cesar gives a ring to a girlfriend, and when it's spotted by Pierre (Marcel Lupovici), the boss of a Montmartre nightclub, he guesses the identity of the thieves and sends his men after them for the jewels.

The last third of the film centers around the kidnapping of Jo's son, who will allegedly be returned if the jewels are handed over. Tony knows better: The boy is a witness. He searches for the boy, questioning bartenders, hookers, tough guys and old pals to get a lead. In these scenes Montmartre seems to cower beneath the damp skies of dawn.

The film's violence has a crude awkwardness that makes it seem more real. Finding a cop beside the stolen getaway car, Tony leaps from a shadow and cudgels him, not with the smooth grace and sensational sound effects of a modern crime picture, but with the clumsiness of a man not accustomed to hitting policemen. Much of the violence takes place just off screen; that may be because of the production codes of the day, but it's effective because the focus falls on the face of the person committing the violence, and not on the violence itself.

There is one scene nobody ever forgets. Cesar the safecracker, whose stupidity lead to the betrayal of the perfect crime, is found by Tony tied to a pillar in the deserted nightclub. He tries to apologize for his mistake. He's sincere, and Tony knows he's sincere. "I liked you, Macaroni," Tony tells Cesar. "But you know the rules." Cesar (played by Dassin) does, and nods sadly.

Dassin was a particular master of shooting on city locations. "The Naked City" (1948) is famous for its semi-documentary use of New York. His great London noir "Night and the City" (1950), with Richard Widmark as a desperate fugitive hunted by mobsters, makes such good use of darkness and the rubble of bomb sites that it deserves comparison with "The Third Man." In "Rififi," Dassin finds everyday locales: Nightclubs, bistros, a construction site, investing them with a grey reality. Just before the heist begins, there is a scene all the more lovely because it is unnecessary, in which nightclub musicians warm up and gradually slide into collaboration. There's a real sense of Montmartre in the 1950s.

Dassin, born in 1911, still giving interviews in 2002, was named as a onetime communist during the McCarthy witchhunt. He wasn't crazy about the "Rififi" project but needed work. Its worldwide success was a blow against the blacklist, which fell after the listed writer Dalton Trumbo was openly hired by Kubrick for "Spartacus" and Otto Preminger for "Exodus," both in 1960. By then Dassin had settled in Europe; he was married to the fiery Greek actress Melina Mercouri from 1966 until her death in 1994. His last great success, "Topkapi" (1964) was a return to the heist genre, and is credited by "Mission Impossible." Although Dassin returned to the U.S. occasionally, as for the successful black militant drama "Up Tight" (1968), he was basically lost to American moviemaking, and lives in Athens on a street named for Mercouri. The restoration of "Rififi," long available only on a shabby videotape, rescues a milestone in movie history.
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