Showing posts with label crime and punishment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crime and punishment. Show all posts

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Bad Boys (DVD) 1983 / a film by Rick Rosenthal; starring Sean Penn, Reni Santoni & Jim Moody

 

"I killed your little brother. But he's dead because you didn't look after him."

In gangland Chicago, Mick O'Brien is a teenage hood pulling off petty crimes. He aspires to bigger things though and, in a pinch, he decides to get into the drug trade, he and a friend making the decision to ripoff a rival thug named Paco. Everything goes wrong though. The realization of a deal gone bad causes guns to be pulled and shots to be fired. Unhurt initially, Mick flees the scene in his car only to run over and kill an 8-year-old boy who just happens to be Paco's little brother. Soon picked up by the police, Mick is sent to the Rainford Juvenile Corrections Facility, a place, not unsurprisingly, that's neither 'juvenile' nor 'correctional'. Rather it's a place where under-18 delinquents learn to become tougher, angrier criminals and where only the most ruthless survive. The wardens and counselors, with the kids all day everyday, care little about the zoo-like atmosphere, having adapted to the inhumane conditions and accepted their role as passive caretakers. Meanwhile on the outside, Paco has avenged his little brother's death at the hands of Mick by attacking and raping Mick's girlfriend, an event soon landing Paco himself in the same facility as Mick.

Before 'Bad Boys' was a Will Smith blockbuster (w/ sequel), before "Cops" thrust the Bob Marley song of the same name into mainstream popularity and long before Sean Penn was, well, Sean Penn, there was the little-known and lesser-viewed low budget film Bad Boys. This is a very good movie. Maybe not great but still admirable for its spot-on acting and wisely uncensored direction by first-timer Rick Rosenthal. Seen here are not the juvenile delinquent cliches of West Side Story, Rebel Without a Cause or even the recent Gridiron Gang, a film which ironically featured the same basic scenario but none of the credibility. There's an almost uncanny realism about this film, an unadulterated, voyeuristic vision of unchecked mayhem and institutional failure. No one sympathizes with any of these kids, and there's no real redemption for any of them. They're doomed already. For theirs is a world of perpetual confrontation and imminent violence where having your guard up all the times goes without saying and scores to settle are never far away. Any semblance of an ordered. peaceable society is lost inside the reformatory walls. Of course there are things about Bad Boys which aren't so great, like the lacking production standards and noticeably predictable ending. But even compared to most 'adult' prison movies, this film approaches the truth better than most. The sense of hopelessness and despair, of repressed fear and the awakening of the animal instinct is never lost on the viewer who feels the discomfort immediately and senses the menacing, almost evil circumstances from beginning to end. To be sure, there's a lion's share of emotionally rigorous content. But it's worth it. (DVD BAD) 

Monday, July 14, 2008

And Then There Were None (Ten Little Indians) / by Agatha Christie

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One Little, Two Little, Three Little Indians . . .

Of the ten individuals invited for a weekend getaway on the island, one--at least--has be a real murderer; else who's responsible for the grisly, methodical killing off of each [remaining] guest as the hours tick by? The obvious suspect was, initially, the 'man' responsible for the whole event--owner of the island and host Mr. U.N. Owen who, in addition to being absent at his own party, is in fact 'unknown' to all ten guests. The invitations (hinting of feduciary compensation) could've been a way of luring his would-be victims, himself hiding out somewhere as the killer. But the small, featureless island would be hard place for a mouse to hide much less a man, to say nothing of the nearly vacant house that's been searched clean through. If it weren't for an impromptu broadcast over the phonograph accusing every guest of their own subverted murderessness, he might as well not exist at all. So if not Owen, then who? And how's 'he', the killer, going about all this?

Monday, April 28, 2008

A Clockwork Orange / by Anthony Burgess

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"What's it going to be then, eh"? (p.2)

Alex the Large is bad...in the 'not good' sorta way. As head hoodlum in a gang of equally vicious "droogs", he's responsible for thefts, rapes, murders and other "ultraviolence" in an urban dystopia overrun with lawlessness. A woeful absence of authority essentially voids the 17-year-old's actions until a betrayal by his own cronies lands Alex in prison among "smelly perverts" and "hardened prestoopniks". Upon learning of an experimental 'reconditioning' program which releases prisoners after treatment, Alex instigates the fatal beating of another inmate--effectively 'nominating' himself as a candidate for "The Ludovico Technique". A few pokes and prods and he'll be out and about again, home free so he thinks...but what kind of freedom awaits him?

In part, Burgess penned A Clockwork Orange to characterize the then (1962) public outrage over a marked rise in juvenile delinquency. Indeed, at face value the book may seem like another crime and punishment fable, recompensing "Your Humble Narrator" (Alex) for abuse of his free will. But further themes are revealed in the context; not the least of which are highlighted through Burgess' inventive slang and double-speak. A subterranean language all its own, "Nadsat" gives a twisted appeal to the action, slanting and distorting events to varying degrees.

Miscreant that he is, there's a sensitivity to Alex that's umistakable, marked by his love of Beethoven and innovative--if warped--ethical philosophy. Nowhere is this more evident than with the aversion therapy employed to 'cure' him. Aimed to deprive Alex of evil tendencies, the "Ludovico Technique" works too well eradicating his affinity for untainted assertion and rendering his natural sensibilities unstable. Stanley Kubrick's 1971 film adaptation starring Malcolm McDowell earned (and maintains) cult status, firmly cementing the anti-hero as a cinematic draw.