Crips and Bloods: Made in America

Crips and Bloods: Made in America, directed by Stacy Peralta, opens with an aerial shot of an upside-down Los Angeles. As the shot rights itself, it zooms into the neighborhoods of South Central L.A., and the story jumps into the heart of the matter: the historical conditions of racism and inequality that have created a culture of inner-city violence. Using historical footage and stills, along with narration from Forrest Whitaker, the film traces both government policies and cultural biases that drove a community to turn on itself.

The script was well researched, providing a powerful punch in the opening half, culminating with the riots in Watts in 1965. But it is also here where the film spends too much time on a point that is made well but repeatedly. Police repression had reached a point where the residents of South Central had no option but to fight back with everything at their disposal.

12 Angry Men (10/40/70)

The blog Digital Poetics recently began a new approach to discussing a film by focusing on screenshots from the ten, forty, and seventy minute marks in the film. Since I have been meaning to post a review of 12 Angry Men, Sidney Lumet’s first feature film (1957), for some time, I decided to let the constraints of the 10/40/70 process start what will eventually turn into a longer review.

12 Angry Men had already been a TV movie prior to Henry Fonda taking it on as producer and star. The original story and script by Reginald Rose was expanded upon by the same, and Lumet, a director with TV experience, was chosen to direct. To his own credit, Lumet said he was naive enough to not know what would be problematic about directing a film that takes place almost entirely in one small room. The tension he was able to elicit from the cast, almost all from a TV background as well, provided a memorable start to what has been a long and interesting career.

The story is about one man on a jury for a murder trial who has doubts, although his fellow jurors are all ready to find a guilty verdict and be done.

The Ten Minute Mark

It’s fitting that juror #8, played by Henry Fonda, is not in this frame. Although ten minutes have elapsed, nothing has really happened, other than the jurors filing into the room to begin their deliberations. They’re trying to get started and are fetching the old man (juror #9) from the restroom. Several jurors have chatted with each other but #8 remained aloof, nay, even standoffish, when approached by others. It’s as if he were trying not be a part of the group, as if he were better than them. Did I mention juror #8 is an architect?

Don’t Ask, Don’t Watch (White Elephant Film Blogathon)

It’s an unfortunate act to spend time and money making a bad movie. What does it mean, then, to make a bad movie out of an existing bad movie? Does anyone have time for that, given the amount of movies released each year?

Refried Flicks thinks so and has found a niche reviving bad movies (one so far) through the addition of new dialogue. They took a B movie from the public domain (an expired copyright speaks to how bad it was), recorded new dialogue and added a few scenes, and released it as their own. In this case, Killers From Space (1954) was reborn as Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell (2002).