Hiển thị các bài đăng có nhãn Richard Lester. Hiển thị tất cả bài đăng
Hiển thị các bài đăng có nhãn Richard Lester. Hiển thị tất cả bài đăng

Thứ Ba, 3 tháng 3, 2015

JUGGERNAUT - Review By Greg Klymkiw - Gritty 70s Disaster Film, Richard Lester - style!!!


Juggernaut (1974)
Dir. Richard Lester
Starring: Richard Harris, Omar Sharif, David Hemmings,
Anthony Hopkins, Shirley Knight, Ian Holm, Clifton James, Roy Kinnear,
Freddie Jones, Roshan Seth, Caroline Mortimer, Simon MacCorkindale, Cyril Cusack

Review By Greg Klymkiw

Director Richard Lester (A Hard Day's Night) could always be counted upon to sweep away every vile, matted clump of dust bunnies amassing and fouling all the nooks and crannies of pretty much any traditional approach to cinematic storytelling. What he does for the moronic disaster film genre of the 70s in Juggernaut, is nothing short of a miracle. With the force of an entire army of Hoovers, he sucks every vile particle of cliche, leaving only the barest bones of necessary structure to build something altogether fresh, funny and exciting.

With the full support of executive producer David Picker, Lester took writer-producer Richard Alan Simmons' screenplay (inspired by the real-life hijacking of the QE II luxury liner) and polished it within an inch of its life with a brilliant uncredited rewrite with his old pal and favourite script doctor, the legendary British playwright and television writer Alan Plater. (Simmons was so upset, he took his name off the film and chose the onscreen monicker Richard DeKoker, itself a cleverly sarcastic play on the word used to define a standardized shipping container which could handily transport its contents from one conveyor of carriage to another.)

Thick skin, however, is a prerequisite for moviemaking and Simmons/DeKoker can be grateful to Lester for initiating the superb on-the-page rethink of the material. Deftly and efficiently dealing with a huge cast of characters against the backdrop of a major disaster on the high seas allowed Lester as a director to fashion one corker of a pulse-pounding thriller.


The "juggernaut" of the title refers to a couple of key elements. First and foremost is the obvious use of the word to describe the massive cruise ship SS Britannic which is ably commandeered by dashing Captain Omar Sharif (Dr. Zhivago) as it plunges through the dangerous waters of the Atlantic. Secondly, though, the word has been nicely co-opted by the Irish-lilted voice belonging to a mad bomber psycho (the great character actor Freddie Jones, whom many will recall as the vicious sleaze bag in David Lynch's The Elephant Man). Juggernaut has nefariously outfitted the full ship of innocent passengers with several metal drums, all containing timed explosives which have been booby-trapped to explode if tinkered with.

The ship's chief executive officer (Ian Holm) is keen to pay the ransom, but the Government of Dear Old Blighty will have none of it as they refuse to negotiate with common miscreants engaged in criminal/terrorist behaviour. It's up to the head man at Scotland Yard (Anthony Hopkins) to race against time to track down Juggernaut on land and the British Navy's top explosive experts (Richard Harris and David Hemmings) and their formidable team to be dropped into the icy, turbulent waters to board ship and defuse the bombs.

Though the movie pays a bit of lip service to the Grand Hotel-style melodrama of disaster movie trappings (Shirley Knight can't seem to get a commitment from her lover and Anthony Hopkins' annoying wife and children are on board the ship), Lester focuses on the nail-biting mechanics of the bomb squad and Scotland Yard. Adding gloriously to the mix is the character of the ship's entertainment coordinator (played by Lester's good luck charm, the good humoured, roly poly Roy Kinnear) who insanely keeps arranging dances and bingo tournaments, etc. for the ship's passengers who become well aware of the dire circumstances when one of the bombs is ignited as a show of force.

The film includes a perfect thematic subtext involving the shoddy treatment of Britain's war veterans and how this narratively dovetails into an intelligently-wrought bit of cat and mouse twixt the mad bomber and the bomb expert who share a very close connection.

Juggernaut is a magnificent suspense thriller which suppresses its disaster film roots and always keeps us gnawing at our fingernails until we begin ripping away at the cuticles and fleshy bits, all this tempered by some delectable dollops of gallows humour. Amazingly, there's nothing in the film on any level of both art and craft which feels dated and frankly, one could imagine it opening theatrically today as a brand new film and playing quite perfectly (especially given contemporary political and social strife).

Then again, that's Richard Lester - always ahead of the curve and his time.

God bless, Richard Lester. God bless him, everyone!

THE FILM CORNER RATING: **** 4-Stars

Juggernaut is available on a nicely transferred Blu-Ray disc via Kino-Lorber. Alas, it is bereft of any extras which, given the film's importance within Lester's canon, could have at least used a solid essay booklet or even commentary track. For now, though, the film's so terrific, it alone will more than suffice.

Thứ Bảy, 28 tháng 2, 2015

A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY TO THE FORUM - Review By Greg Klymkiw


A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum (1966)
Dir. Richard Lester
Starring: Zero Mostel, Phil Silvers, Michael Crawford, Buster Keaton,
Jack Gilford, Michael Hordern, Leon Greene, Roy Kinnear, Peter Butterworth,
Bill Kerr, Jon Pertwee, Annette Andre, Patricia Jessel, Inga Neilsen, Ingrid Pitt

Review By Greg Klymkiw

So what happens when the Borscht Belt comes to ancient Rome? You get one of the funniest, naughtiest and most delightfully low-brow musical-comedies you're going to see in some time. What's especially wonderful about the 1966 all-star film adaptation of the hit Broadway play A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum is that it jettisons a huge whack of Stephen Sondheim's songs in favour of only the very best stuff, rearranges and sharpens the plot via screenwriters Melvin Frank and Michael Pertwee (originally written for the stage by Burt Shevelove and Larry Gelbart), tosses gags in your face that are so non-stop that the picture makes the Zucker-Abrams-Zucker (Airplane) comedies seem restrained and best of all, the whole thing bubbles with the styling of the wonderful director Richard Lester who brings his manic British New Wave approach that he popularized in A Hard Day's Night, Help! and The Knack.

All this contributes greatly to keeping the movie from being the hoariest knee-slapper imaginable. But don't worry, the picture is plenty hoary, in all the right ways. It's also (forgive me) whore-y, given the seemingly endless parade of scantily clad courtesans romping about.

Our leading man Pseudolus (Zero Mostel) is a slave in the home of the not-so-happily married couple Senex (Michael Hordern) and his ball-busting wife Domina (Patricia Jessel), low-level members of the Roman gentry who just happen to live next door to one of Rome's more infamous brothels. Luckily for us, the gentleman's sporting house is run by the irrepressibly anything-for-a-buck pimpus-erectus Marcus Lycus (Phil Silvers). Who in their right mind would dare resist Sgt. Bilko peddling flesh?

When Hero (Michael Crawford), the young, unmarried only-begotten son of Senex and Domina falls madly in love with Philia (Annette Andre), a virgin whore next door who's been auctioned to the highest bidder, the conqueror of Crete, Captain Miles Gloriosus (Leon Greene), Pseudolus comes up with a mad plan to win his freedom in exchange for hooking up our juvenile leads.

This, however, is easier said than done. After all, even well-laid plans go awry and Pseudolus has essentially been making his plan up as he goes along anyway. This is good news for the audience since the farce quotient escalates to deliciously ludicrous heights.


Shevelove, Gelbart and Sondheim's musical was deeply rooted in adapting ancient farces by the Roman playwright Plautus (251-183 B.C.). That these works were written BEFORE Christ and work, not only in the context of when the film was made, strangely working even better in a contemporary context, is a testament to both the film's screenwriters and Lester'd direction.

And the lines! Oh the magnificent lines, quips, throwaways and double-entendres! When Pseudolus first learns of Hero's love for "a common courtesan in the house of Lycus", Hero naively asks, "Is that bad?" and Pseudolus, with Zero Mostel's impeccable timing responds, "There's no way to make it sound like an achievement!" Then as Philia's considerable virtues are revealed, Pseudolus further quips, "An honest virgin! What a terrible combination!"

Upon learning that she can't be betrothed to Hero because she's been sold to the brutal Gloriosus, Philia identifies the mad Roman Captain as "the brute who raped my country, Thrace!" "He raped Thrace?" asks Psuedolus. "Oh woe!" she laments, "And then he came and did it again! And then again!" Pseudolus scratches his noggin, then cracks, "He raped Thrace, thrice?"

Oh, and it doesn't let up!

As the shenanigans get nuttier and ever-convoluted, the bon mots spew forth with even greater persistence. As the mad plan to put the juvenile leads together keeps getting scuttled, Hero whines, "For us there will never be happiness." To wit, Philia assuages he lover with, "We must learn to be happy without it."

And for this fella, I always bruise my knees from slapping them too hard as I howl madly at Captain Gloriosus approaching the brothel and ordering, "Arrange food, drink, entertainment, and a sit-down orgy for fourteen."

My God! It's the Catskills with Roman Columns!


I recall Pauline Kael complaining that Lester's style of rapid-fire cutting and occasionally skewed shots worked against the fixed proscenium of this sort of vaudeville-like humour. I'd normally agree with her (as I do in most things), but when she wrote the review, she had no idea how awful contemporary editing/filmmaking would become in terms of the old herky-jerky-wham-bam-thank-you-mam approach to mise-en-scene. Lester's approach is restrained compared to this. Also, given the clever rewrites of the material by the screenwriters, coupled with Lester's trademark style, A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum actually feels far ahead of its time.

Viewed today, the picture lives and breathes like a cool, almost-post-modern approach to proscenium-rooted musical comedy. Besides, when he needs to, Lester does indeed affix his camera to let the glorious dialogue play out in contrast to the more manic approach.

This is one fun and funny movie that's ripe for rediscovery.


THE FILM CORNER RATING: ***½ 3-and-a-half Stars

A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum is available on a gorgeous looking Blu-Ray via Kino-Lorber. It's extra-feature-free, which is a shame, since a nice commentary trek focusing up the historical roots of the production and how they work in the context of the film would have been a valuable accompaniment to the whole package.

Thứ Bảy, 1 tháng 11, 2014

A HARD DAY'S NIGHT - Criterion Blu-Ray Review By Greg Klymkiw - TheOnlyWay2-C@home


The mega Criterion Collection dual-format (Blu-Ray/DVD) box of Richard Lester's groundbreaking A Hard Day's Night starring The Beatles might be one of Criterion's best releases in their entire history of issuing first-rate cinema for the home market. The picture and sound are the best you're EVER going to see on a home format. The accompanying 82-page (82 pages !!!) booklet (which includes a decent essay and a terrific Richard Lester interview) devotes one full page to the picture restoration (supervised on 4K by Criterion with Lester's approval) and an additional full page to the sound (the mono, as per usual is my favourite, but the new 5.1 track is worth a listen as it's pretty amazing and mastered by Apple Records techs).

The extra features are so amazing, it's kind of ridiculous. A few items from the ho-hum Miramax/Alliance/E-One Collector's Edition transfer don't find their way here, but they're not missed in the least. In addition to what has been ported over and what Criterion has added to the mix is phenomenal.

My favourite feature of all is David Cairns' Picturewise, a half-hour visual essay focusing on the great Richard Lester and his work and influences on A Hard Day's Night and numerous other films that followed, including the stylish and somewhat overlooked The Knack. In many ways, this might prove to be the most concise, yet valuable visual essay commissioned and presented on a Criterion disc to date. Other pedagogically valuable materials include Richard Lester's 11-minute Academy Award-nominated The Running Jumping & Standing Still Film from 1959, a mad, anarchic piece featuring Lester's Goon Show cohorts Peter Sellers, Spike Milligan, Graham Stark and Bruce Lacey. Given the verbal gifts of the Goons, the film is especially interesting as it's completely wordless. Story editor Bobbie O'Steen and music editor Suzana Peric serve Anatomy of Style, a terrific 17-minute piece which offers intimate analysis of five key scenes from the film and my only complaint is that I'd have LOVED a feature-length version of this - it's that valuable in terms of practically approaching screen-specific cinematic storytelling.

The commentary track was assembled by Martin Lewis, a music and Beatles historian who cut together a raft of 2002 interviews with Director of Photography Gilbert Taylor, numerous supporting actors, a variety of editors and other production personnel. It's quite a collision course of voices, but always informative and entertaining. The 40-minute Martin Lewis-produced short Things They Said Today is a fine carry-over from the earlier DVD release and features interviews with Richard Lester and others.

The wonderful one-hour 1994 documentary hosted by Phil Collins, You Can't Do That: The Making of A Hard Day's Night, made to celebrate the film's 30th anniversary, is classic TV-doc material and shines with the inclusion of the movie's biggest fans (including Mickey Dolenz) and the late Roger Ebert (as well the famous "You Can't Do That" outtake. Other items focusing specifically on The Beatles includes In Their Own Voices, a clever 18-minute amalgam of audio interviews with the Lads from Liverpool over footage from the movie and a half-hour doc about their early years, The Beatles: The Road to A Hard Day's Night. You'll also find a whole whack of trailers for the film if that sort of thing interest you.

This Criterion Dual Format box is a true gem in every respect, but of course, the prize treat is the restored, director-approved transfer of the movie itself. Without further delay, here then is my review of the movie proper:


A Hard Day’s Night (1964)
Dir. Richard Lester
Starring: John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, Ringo Starr, Wilfrid Brambell, Norman Rossington, Anna Quayle, Victor Spinetti

Review By Greg Klymkiw

This is one great picture. I first saw A Hard Day's Night at the age of five. It is now almost half a century later and I have seen it innumerable times and in several formats – more times on a big screen in 35mm than I can remember, on 16mm with my own Bell and Howell Auto-load projector, Beta, VHS, laser disc, DVD and now Blu-Ray. It is a movie that never gets stale. Each time I see it, it seems like I’m seeing it for the first time and in this sense, it is truly timeless on a personal level. On every other level, it's just plain timeless. As a movie and in the larger scheme of things, it’s a gleefully entertaining movie - a mad, freewheeling portrait of the greatest rock and roll band of all time and surely one of the most influential motion pictures during the latter half of cinema’s relatively short history.

As well, it is one of the truly important works to come out of a period often referred to as the British New Wave where the silver screens lit-up with a new way of telling stories on both a stylistic and content level. A series of comedies and dramas from a combination of foreign expat directors living in the United Kingdom as well as indigenous talent were the order of the day. These pictures delivered cutting edge satire, anarchic laughs, kitchen sink realism, grim and/or humorous looks at working and middle class society and more often than not, focusing upon the hopes and dreams (both dashed and realized) of young adults.

There were, for example, the "angry young man" pictures featuring the likes of Richard Burton, Richard Harris, Albert Finney and Tom Courtenay - grimy little affairs that were depressingly cool. And then, there were the comedies - the best of which came from a director who contributed a great deal to changing the face of how movies could be made.

Richard Lester, the gifted American-born expatriate in London, was this very director and A Hard Day’s Night is unquestionably his masterpiece. Conceived just before the “Beatlemania” craze really exploded on an international level, Lester was probably the best man for the job of creating the sort of work that would have the greatest impact. Having directed and produced several British TV comedy programs featuring the iconoclastic Goons (including the likes of Peter Sellers, Kevin Connor and Spike Milligan) and with an Oscar nominated short film and a hit feature The Mouse on the Moon under his belt, Lester not only wore the shoes of director ever-so-comfortably on The Beatles' big-screen debut, he dove into the job with the mad passion of a Welles or an Eisenstein. This was not going to be just any rock and roll musical – it was going to be THE rock and roll musical – and as such, it informed filmmaking technique and style in ways we still experience in cinema even now.



Lester’s approach was to capture the slender tale in a documentary style with black and white photography; handheld cameras galore with freewheeling movement, but always gorgeously composed, all stunningly shot by the great Gilbert Taylor of Dr. Strangelove and Repulsion fame. Even more insanely, all sequences aboard moving trains were shot on, uh, moving trains! The approach to editing via John – Frenzy, Zulu, A Fish Called Wanda – Jympson's exquisite shearing would have made Sergei Eisenstein both dizzy and sick with envy.

The usual approach to rock movies at this time was to assemble a gaggle of performers and have them deliver a series of tunes in the dullest, most conservative fashion or worse yet, to plunk the likes of Elvis into (mostly) silly vehicles that were far below the dignity levels such performers demanded. Lester, on the other hand, wanted to propel us with lots of humour (sheer silliness mixed with sharply tuned wit), a dizzying camera and cool cuts that drew attention to their sheer virtuosity as well as performing the task of always moving us forward.

What this approach needed was a script like no other. Securing the services of the Welsh-born and Liverpool-raised actor, comedian, playwright and screenwriter Alun Owen. He proved to be a godsend to both Lester and the Beatles by crafting a simple narrative involving a day and a half in the life of the mop-topped Liverpudlians wherein they repeatedly shirk their responsibilities as rock stars and just have tons of fun – much to the consternation of their road manager (Norman Rossington), the bemusement of his assistant (John Junkin), the exasperation of a harried live TV director (Victor Spinetti) and to the delight of Paul McCartney’s (fictional) Grandfather (Wilfrid Brambell) who exploits his proximity to the rock stars to show himself a grand old time.

Amidst all this frivolity, Owen concocts several brilliant character-elements and plot-plots that tie both absurdly and realistically into the personae of the Beatles themselves. The one that infuses the movie with considerable conflict, but also knee-slapping laughs is when Ringo goes missing on a soul search.

Ringo on a soul search?

Ladies and gentlemen, I reiterate and give you - ONE GREAT SCRIPT!

Eventually, all are reunited for a totally kick-ass show in front of thousands of screaming, swooning kids and WOW! Can it get more simple and pure than this? Thankfully no! It’s just what the doctor ordered for this picture. Even more impressive is Owen’s brilliant dialogue and the endless opportunities to have the boys duck in and out of cabs, run from screaming teenyboppers and find as many different means of escape from both their fans and responsibilities – crashing through service doors, cascading down fire escapes and partying up a storm against the backdrop of the swinging-est London imaginable.

Not surprisingly, given the auteurist tendency to downplay the importance of screenwriters that aren’t the auteurs themselves, Richard Lester has uncharitably stated that much of Owen’s script was jettisoned in favour of letting the Beatles ad-lib. Enough statements from many others refute this assertion to support what really seems to be the truth of the matter – Owen spent a considerable amount of time with The Beatles on their journeys before setting narrative and dialogue to paper and went out of his way to create words perfectly suited to John, Paul, George and Ringo so that they’d be comfortable playing them and, on rare occasions have a solid springboard to ad-lib (which according to most reports is no more than 10 to 15% anyway).

And then there is the music! The title track “A Hard Day’s Night” (taken from one of Ringo’s delightful malapropisms), “Can’t Buy Me Love”, “Tell Me Why”, “She Loves You (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)”, “I Should Have Known Better” and then some are featured in stunning concert footage and/or within the narrative body of the film, and most notably are not unlike music videos before the notion of music videos even existed. This latter point is especially important to add some illumination. Lester, always the consummate filmmaker didn’t throw images and cuts at us willy-nilly, but actually adhered to the conventions of filmmaking (establishing shots, mediums, reverses, close-ups, etc.) by making it seem like he did anything but.

It’s brilliantly, beautifully orchestrated cinematic anarchy in all the purity and simplicity that great pictures are ultimately endowed with, allowing, of course for differing levels and perspectives to grow and to flow naturally and organically out of the mise-en-scene. Most extraordinarily, even though it's a movie set in a different time and shot 50 years ago, it feels as free and original and fresh as if it had been shot, as that great Beatles tune reminds us: Yesterday!

THE FILM CORNER RATING (of the film and Criterion edition): ***** 5-Stars

The Criterion Collection Dual-Format Box set of A Hard Day's Night is now available for thine eternal edification.

Thứ Năm, 31 tháng 10, 2013

A HARD DAY'S NIGHT - Review By Greg Klymkiw - Wherein Ringo Starr Searches For His Very Soul

The Beatles' classic musical comedy as fresh today as if made just yesterday instead of 50 years ago!
A Hard Day’s Night (1964) ****
Dir. Richard Lester
Starring: John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, Ringo Starr, Wilfrid Brambell, Victor Spinetti

Review By Greg Klymkiw

This is one astounding picture. I first saw A Hard Day's Night at the age of five. It is now almost half a century later and I have seen it innumerable times and in several formats – more times on a big screen in 35mm than I can remember, on 16mm with my own Bell and Howell Auto-load projector, Beta, VHS, laser disc, DVD and now Blu-Ray. It is a movie that never gets stale. Each time I see it, it seems like I’m seeing it for the first time and in this sense, it is truly timeless on a personal level. On every other level, it's just plain timeless. As a movie and in the larger scheme of things, it’s a gleefully entertaining movie - a mad, freewheeling portrait of the greatest rock and roll band of all time and surely one of the most influential motion pictures during the latter half of cinema’s relatively short history.

As well, it is one of the truly important works to come out of a period often referred to as the British New Wave where the silver screens lit-up with a new way of telling stories on both a stylistic and content level. A series of comedies and dramas from a combination of foreign expat directors living in the United Kingdom as well as indigenous talent were the order of the day. These pictures delivered cutting edge satire, anarchic laughs, kitchen sink realism, grim and/or humorous looks at working and middle class society and more often than not, focusing upon the hopes and dreams (both dashed and realized) of young adults.

There were, for example, the "angry young man" pictures featuring the likes of Richard Burton, Richard Harris, Albert Finney and Tom Courtenay - grimy little affairs that were depressingly cool. And then, there were the comedies - the best of which came from a director who contributed a great deal to changing the face of how movies could be made.

Richard Lester, the gifted American-born expatriate in London, was this very director and A Hard Day’s Night is unquestionably his masterpiece. Conceived just before the “Beatlemania” craze really exploded on an international level, Lester was probably the best man for the job of creating the sort of work that would have the greatest impact. Having directed and produced several British TV comedy programs featuring the iconoclastic Goons (including the likes of Peter Sellers, Kevin Connor and Spike Milligan) and with an Oscar nominated short film and a hit feature The Mouse on the Moon under his belt, Lester not only wore the shoes of director ever-so-comfortably on The Beatles' big-screen debut, he dove into the job with the mad passion of a Welles or an Eisenstein. This was not going to be just any rock and roll musical – it was going to be THE rock and roll musical – and as such, it informed filmmaking technique and style in ways we still experience in cinema even now.

Lester’s approach was to capture the slender tale in a documentary style with black and white photography; handheld cameras galore with freewheeling movement, but always gorgeously composed, all stunningly shot by the great Gilbert Taylor of Dr. Strangelove and Repulsion fame. Even more insanely, all sequences aboard moving trains were shot on, uh, moving trains! The approach to editing via John – Frenzy, Zulu, A Fish Called Wanda – Jympson's exquisite shearing would have made Sergei Eisenstein both dizzy and sick with envy.

The usual approach to rock movies at this time was to assemble a gaggle of performers and have them deliver a series of tunes in the dullest, most conservative fashion or worse yet, to plunk the likes of Elvis into (mostly) silly vehicles that were far below the dignity levels such performers demanded. Lester, on the other hand, wanted to propel us with lots of humour (sheer silliness mixed with sharply tuned wit), a dizzying camera and cool cuts that drew attention to their sheer virtuosity as well as performing the task of always moving us forward.

What this approach needed was a script like no other. Securing the services of the Welsh-born and Liverpool-raised actor, comedian, playwright and screenwriter Alun Owen. He proved to be a godsend to both Lester and the Beatles by crafting a simple narrative involving a day and a half in the life of the mop-topped Liverpudlians wherein they repeatedly shirk their responsibilities as rock stars and just have tons of fun – much to the consternation of their road manager (Norman Rossington), the bemusement of his assistant (John Junkin), the exasperation of a harried live TV director (Victor Spinetti) and to the delight of Paul McCartney’s (fictional) Grandfather (Wilfrid Brambell) who exploits his proximity to the rock stars to show himself a grand old time.

Amidst all this frivolity, Owen concocts several brilliant character-elements and plot-plots that tie both absurdly and realistically into the personae of the Beatles themselves. The one that infuses the movie with considerable conflict, but also knee-slapping laughs is when Ringo goes missing on a soul search.

Ringo on a soul search?

Ladies and gentlemen, I reiterate and give you - ONE GREAT SCRIPT!

Eventually, all are reunited for a totally kick-ass show in front of thousands of screaming, swooning kids and WOW! Can it get more simple and pure than this? Thankfully no! It’s just what the doctor ordered for this picture. Even more impressive is Owen’s brilliant dialogue and the endless opportunities to have the boys duck in and out of cabs, run from screaming teenyboppers and find as many different means of escape from both their fans and responsibilities – crashing through service doors, cascading down fire escapes and partying up a storm against the backdrop of the swinging-est London imaginable.

Not surprisingly, given the auteurist tendency to downplay the importance of screenwriters that aren’t the auteurs themselves, Richard Lester has uncharitably stated that much of Owen’s script was jettisoned in favour of letting the Beatles ad-lib. Enough statements from many others refute this assertion to support what really seems to be the truth of the matter – Owen spent a considerable amount of time with The Beatles on their journeys before setting narrative and dialogue to paper and went out of his way to create words perfectly suited to John, Paul, George and Ringo so that they’d be comfortable playing them and, on rare occasions have a solid springboard to ad-lib (which according to most reports is no more than 10 to 15% anyway).

And then there is the music! The title track “A Hard Day’s Night” (taken from one of Ringo’s delightful malapropisms), “Can’t Buy Me Love”, “Tell Me Why”, “She Loves You (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)”, “I Should Have Known Better” and then some are featured in stunning concert footage and/or within the narrative body of the film, and most notably are not unlike music videos before the notion of music videos even existed. This latter point is especially important to add some illumination. Lester, always the consummate filmmaker didn’t throw images and cuts at us willy-nilly, but actually adhered to the conventions of filmmaking (establishing shots, mediums, reverses, close-ups, etc.) by making it seem like he did anything but.

It’s brilliantly, beautifully orchestrated cinematic anarchy in all the purity and simplicity that great pictures are ultimately endowed with, allowing, of course for differing levels and perspectives to grow and to flow naturally and organically out of the mise-en-scene. Most extraordinarily, even though it's a movie set in a different time and shot 50 years ago, it feels as free and original and fresh as if it had been shot, as that great Beatles tune reminds us: Yesterday!

“A Hard Day’s Night” is available on a Collector’s Edition Blu-Ray via Alliance Films (Universal Home Entertainment, Canada). The new Blu-Ray release will disappoint some home videophiles since the source material seems no different that what appeared on the previous DVD and laserdisc releases. That said, Blu-Ray still makes anything and everything look better and “A Hard Day’s Night” is no exception. This recent Blu-Ray release also contains a decent clutch of extra materials, which are surprisingly worth watching (since most of them on most releases, I find, are not). Until a complete re-mastering (or better one) comes along, this will most certainly do.