The Night of the Hunter—incredibly, the only film the great actor Charles Laughton ever directed—is truly a standalone masterwork. A horror movie with qualities of a Grimm fairy tale, it stars a sublimely sinister Robert Mitchum as a traveling preacher named Harry Powell (he of the tattooed knuckles), whose nefarious motives for marrying a fragile widow, played by Shelley Winters are uncovered by her terrified young children. Graced by images of eerie beauty and a sneaky sense of humor, this ethereal, expressionistic American classic—also featuring the contributions of actress Lillian Gish and writer James Agee—is cinema’s quirkiest rendering of the battle between good and evil. –The Criterion Collection
Tortured but brilliant British actor Charles Laughton’s unique performances made him a compelling performer both on stage and in film. After starting his career as an hotel manager, Laughton switched to acting. His performances in London’s West End plays brought him early acclaim, which eventually led him to the Old Vic, Broadway and Hollywood. When he repeated his stage success in The Private Life of Henry VIII for Alexander Korda on film in 1933, he won a “Best Actor” Oscar. Known both for his fascination with the darker side of human behavior and for his comic touch, Laughton should be watched as a frightening Nero in Sign of the Cross (1932), the triumphant employee in If I Had a Million (1932), the evil doctor in Island of Lost Souls (1932), the incestuous father in The Barretts of Wimpole Street (1934), the irrepressible Ruggles in Ruggles of Red Gap (1935), the overbearing Captain Bligh in Mutiny on the Bounty (1935), which garnered him another Oscar nomination, and the haunted… read more
Yes, certainly a beautiful picture. In parts、 it is almost unbelievably wonderful. However, at same time, in parts, it spoils the fun of its weird atmosphere, especially when Robert Mitchum meet Lillan Gish, the scene is rather comical, and when they pull a duel in the last, somewhat, suspense fades away. Would be a masterpiece. Still watchable though. I liked the river scene.
Ansco Color! How shall I sing thy praises? You were a cheap-ass alternative to beautiful, cumbrous three-strip Technicolor, and what you lacked
Gary Morris takes us by the hand and leads us into the new issue of Bright Lights Film Journal: "This issue, #70, with a mere 26 articles
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Uma espécie de nébula paira no ar, não uma nébula de negritude e pessimismo, mas antes, uma magia como tantas vezes vista e representada, por aquilo… read review
This was probably the most poetic and philosophical thriller of its time as it portrayed the contrast between good and evil, reverence and hypocrisy, innocence and cruelty. It’s… read review
Subtle, it’s not. Robert Mitchum delivers a tour de force performance as the psychotic serial killer with the force of a biblical revivalist. Charles Laughton creates striking expressionist image after… read review