ODDS AGAINST TOMORROW (Robert Wise, 1959)
Film Society of Lincoln Center, Walter Reade Theater
165 West 65th St. between Eighth Ave. & Broadway
Sunday, August 17, 1:15
Series runs through April 10
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“I want a safe thing,” Dave Burke (Ed Begley) tells Earl Slater (Robert Ryan) near the beginning of Robert Wise’s 1959 crime drama Odds Against Tomorrow. “This is a one-time job. One roll of the dice and then we’re through forever.” But it’s never that easy, either in real life or in film noir. At first Slater, a hard and fast old-time racist, doesn’t want in on the job because the third man is Johnny Ingram (Harry Belafonte), a smooth-talking black nightclub singer trying to support his ex-wife, Ruth (Kim Hamilton), and their young daughter, Eadie (Lois Thorne), while in debt to a local mobster (Will Kuluva). But Slater has problems of his own; he’s tired of being supported by his devoted girlfriend, Lorry (Shelley Winters), and helping out their extremely flirtatious neighbor, Helen (Gloria Grahame). Soon they are converging on a bank in the small upstate town of Melton, New York, thinking that one big score will settle all of life’s ills. But things rarely work out that way, especially in black-and-white heist films.
Although often stiff, overwrought, and lacking nuance, there’s a lot to like about Odds Against Tomorrow, the first film noir to feature a lead black actor. Belafonte, who also helped finance the film, is particularly compelling, playing a strong black man who is not going to give in to anyone. The rest of the cast is excellent, from the primary trio through the supporting characters, with excellent cameos by Cicely Tyson, Mae Barnes, Carmen de Lavallade, and Wayne Rogers. There’s a wonderful scene in Central Park, where Johnny spends a day with Eadie, and the musical soundtrack is exceptional, composed by John Lewis and performed by the Modern Jazz Quartet. Wise (The Day the Earth Stood Still, West Side Story) keeps things mostly straightforward, the racist angle always threatening, a kind of lurid Asphalt Jungle meets The Defiant Ones. Based on a novel by William P. McGivern, the film has quite a pedigree: The script was written by blacklisted writer-director Abraham Polonsky (Body and Soul, Force of Evil) and Nelson Gidding, and the film was photographed by Joseph Brun (Edge of the City, Hatari!) and edited by one of the best ever, Dede Allen (The Hustler, Bonnie & Clyde, Dog Day Afternoon). Odds Against Tomorrow is screening August 17 at 1:15 as part of the Film Society of Lincoln Center series “Red Hollywood and the Blacklist” and will be introduced by Red Hollywood codirector Thom Andersen; the festival runs August 15-21 and also includes Joseph Losey’s The Big Night, Cy Endfield’s Hell Drivers, Frank Tuttle’s I Stole a Million, and Polonsky’s Tell Them Willie Boy Is Here.



Now we’re talking. Hardboiled action director and comic Takeshi Kitano takes on the Zatoichi legend that was a Japanese favorite from 1962 to 1989 (starring Shintaro Katsu), updating the story of the blind swordsman, gambler, and masseuse magnificently, adding a lot of blood while staying true to the heart of this classic tale. Beat Takeshi, the name Kitano uses as an actor, stars as the unlikely platinum blonde superhero who shuffles across the countryside battling the bad guys and rescuing damsels in distress. This is the first period film of Kitano’s career, which has included such bloodfests as Violent Cop, Brother, and Boiling Point and such moving dramas as Sonatine and Kikijuro. He has combined all the elements of his previous work to create this unforgettable masterpiece, a thrilling, beautifully shot, and wonderfully realized cinematic achievement that suffers only at the very end with a silly coda that is just way too out of place. Zatoichi is screening August 8 as part of the Rubin Museum Cabaret Cinema series “Movie Medicine: A Film Series about the Healing Factor in Cinema,” being held in conjunction with the “Bodies in Balance: The Art of Tibetan Medicine” exhibition, and will be introduced by Stephen Globus. The series continues August 15 with John Cromwell’s Of Human Bondage, introduced by psychiatrist and psychopharmacologist Harvey Roy Greenberg, and August 22 with Shohei Imamura’s Dr. Akagi, introduced by Gregory Hosho Abels.

Florian Habicht’s Pulp: A Film About Life, Death & Supermarkets is a brilliant inside look at the long-lasting relationship between a band and its hometown. In December 2012, British alternative band Pulp returned to the place of its birth, the rugged, working-class city of Sheffield in the north of England, for what was being billed as its last-ever concert on dry land. Pulp frontman Jarvis Cocker hooked up with Habicht (Love Story, Woodenhead), conceiving a project in which the time and place, along with the fans, would be just as important as the band and its music, if not more so. In the nonchronological film, Habicht cuts between archival footage of Pulp, clips from the final concert, interviews on the street with old and young fans, and brief chats with Pulp tour manager Liam Rippon and the other band members: guitarist Mark Webber, keyboardist Candida Doyle, bassist Steve Mackey, and drummer Nick Banks, who are pretty much taking it all in stride. But at the center of it all is the soft-spoken, enigmatic Cocker, who founded Pulp back in 1978 when he was fifteen years old.
