Charles Castle is a successful Hollywood actor who has opted for screen success over art. He must make critical decisions regarding his career, his marriage, his art & morality. In this screen adaptation of a Clifford Odets play, Castle is pressured by his studio boss and manipulated into a potentially murderous cover-up to protect his career. An indictment of the amoral world of 50’s Hollywood and its corrosive effect upon the artist. —IMDb
Robert Burgess Aldrich was born in Cranston, Rhode Island, the son of Lora Lawson and newspaper publisher Edward B. Aldrich. He was a grandson of U.S. Senator Nelson W. Aldrich and a cousin to Nelson Aldrich Rockefeller. He was educated at the Moses Brown School, Providence, Rhode Island, and studied economics at the University of Virginia. In 1941, he left university for a minor job at the RKO Radio Pictures, thus beginning his career as a cinéaste.
He quickly rose in film production as an assistant director, he worked with Jean Renoir, Abraham Polonsky, Joseph Losey and Charlie Chaplin, working with the latter as an assistant on Limelight. He became a television director in the 1950s, directing his first feature film, The Big Leaguer, in 1953. In that time, Aldrich was the rare American example of the auteur film maker, depicting his liberal humanist thematic vision in many genres, in films such as Kiss Me Deadly (1955), today a film noir classic, The Big Knife (1955), a cinematic… read more
It is over-the-top, most definitely. But it also moves. Wendell Corey's reaction to Palance's death is one of the most incisive things ever written about Hollywood - and by extension, big business.
Hampered by a stodgy script that follows too closely Clifford Odets stageplay. Aldrich does his best to wring some drama and tension out of a script that seems more interested in spouting anti-Hollywood rhetoric than telling a compelling story. Strong characters played by a roster of 50s acting heavyweights - though Jack Palance and Rod Steiger go a bit too far over the top.
As that rare instance in which Hollywood is scrutinized through an unforgiving—and somewhat distorting—lens (in 1955, no less),
this is essential viewing.
A preoccupation with brutality and… read review