Movie Lover: Patrick
-- August, 1, 2005
I enjoy watching this movie. But for all the wrong reasons. I can't tell if it was poor directing, bad film editing, a case of the surviving scenes not properly connecting, or a little of all three. Here's a sample of what I mean: people visiting the Florida bayou come wearing winter coats; a woman carrying a bird cage walks directly out of a tree; the villain in this movie is on the scene before he arrives; his captive has a way of banging on walls and being re-captured by the villain, only to break free and bang on the walls again; even though the captive breaks free, he never finds his way out (at the end of the movie, you'll know why this doesn't make sense); the villain re-assumes his non-villainous role in the dark of night only for the sake of the camera, and believe me, it's not an easy role to assume; people sleep with all of their clothes on, even their neckties. I can assure you, there's more to the point than I am listing here.
Don't let the famous name fool you. This "Jr." is the son of the more-famous Francis X. Bushman and would later go by the name of Ralph Bushman. Before this movie was made, his father had been ostracized by hollywood for cheating on his wife (Jr's Mom), divorcing her, and marrying his paramour. Why Jr would want to be associated with his father in 1926 is beyond my understanding. Still, he gives a good performance in spite of what appears to be poor direction. Overall, I really can't fault the actors for the things that go wrong in this movie.
I like to listen to any kind of punk rock when I watch this movie. You need a little attitude to help make the experience truly entertaining, and punk rock provides a lot of that. I would suggest anything by the Offspring to start.