{"id":13258,"date":"2016-03-12T13:21:06","date_gmt":"2016-03-12T18:21:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kqek.com\/mobile\/?p=13258"},"modified":"2017-05-01T13:25:20","modified_gmt":"2017-05-01T17:25:20","slug":"br-from-the-terrace-1960","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kqek.com\/mobile\/?p=13258","title":{"rendered":"BR: From the Terrace (1960)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"FromTheTerraceBR\"Film<\/strong>:\u00a0Excellent<\/p>\n

Transfer<\/strong>: Excellent<\/p>\n

Extras<\/strong>:\u00a0Good<\/p>\n

Label:\u00a0<\/strong>\u00a0Twilight Time<\/p>\n

Region:<\/strong>\u00a0All<\/p>\n

Released:<\/strong>\u00a0January 19, 2016<\/p>\n

Genre:<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0Melodrama<\/p>\n

Synopsis:<\/strong>\u00a0Returning home from WWII, the heir to a family fortune breaks away from his abusive father and engages in an ultimately destructive relationship with a blue-blood seductress.<\/p>\n

Special Features:<\/strong>\u00a0<\/span>Isolated stereo music track \/ Vintage Fox Movietone newsreel \/ Theatrical Trailer \/ 8-page colour booklet with liner notes by film historian Julie Kirgo \/ Limited to 3000 copies \/ Available exclusively from Screen Archives Entertainment<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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Review:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Although John O\u2019Hara had written screenplays \u2013 He Married His Wife<\/strong> (1940), I Was an Adventuress<\/strong> (1940), and Moontide<\/strong> (1942) \u2013 between his literary works in short and long-form,\u00a0he struck gold with Hollywood when Pal Joey<\/a><\/strong>, for which he wrote the stage musical\u2019s libretto, was made into a classic Frank Sinatra blockbuster in 1957.<\/p>\n

The success of that film seemed to push studios to developing further O\u2019Hara tales, and within the next eight years came Ten North Frederick<\/strong> (19578), From the Terrace<\/strong> (1960), BUtterfield 8<\/strong> (1960), and A Rage to Live<\/strong> (1965).<\/p>\n

From the Terrace<\/strong> is rife with class issues among differing strata of wealthy families as seen through the experiences of an unwanted son, but it\u2019s also a richly sexual melodrama that fits neatly within Fox\u2019s other grand productions, especially Peyton Place<\/a><\/strong> (1957), which like Terrace<\/strong>, was directed by Canadian-born Mark Robson.<\/p>\n

Ernest Lehman\u2019s screenplay (reportedly crafted with input from O\u2019Hara) is an elegant and highly efficient creature where characters are neatly defined, conflicts precisely seeded and later rooted with gut-wrenching conflicts for the leads, and a wealth of sexual subtext and innuendo that straddles the border between frank and sophisticated. Sex is what makes emotionally abandoned son Albert Eaton (Paul Newman) pursue and conquer debutante Mary St. John (Joanne Woodward), but it\u2019s also fueled by a hunger to rise above his class as the heir to a dirty steel company and enter the elite world of blue-bloods snots whose wealth was handed down by harder-working corporate titans.<\/p>\n

Perhaps the most surprising element of Lehman\u2019s script is its classic, almost literary structure which focuses on firming up Albert\u2019s family problems \u2013 dad (Leone Ames) misses a favoured dead son, mom\u2019s drinking is rooted in self-hatred and a depraved sexual liaison with a married pig \u2013 and his hunger to break free from the family\u2019s wealth and self-destructive activities.<\/p>\n

The film\u2019s first act isn\u2019t overlong, but the details of Albert\u2019s miserable emotional life are paramount to contextualizing some of the selfish decisions he makes in his later career; in emotionally abandoning his marriage to Mary; and later engaging in an affair he knows will instantly doom his chances at the legal firm where he achieves meteoric success and earns heavy respect.<\/p>\n

Lehman\u2019s adaptation also makes some radical jumps in time which are handled with straight cuts, perhaps a stylistic decision of former editor Robson, who felt visuals and the body language of the characters would be enough to signal a time leap instead of more classic dissolves and eerie slow fadeouts. Case in point is Mary and Albert\u2019s illicit courting, which is confirmed by cutting to the pair in a sailboat rather than another cocktail party scene where things get even hotter (although one could suppose the taut theatrical edit is also the result of judicious trimming to maintain a balance of flow and continuity, as there are some supporting characters who completely vanish after the first act, such as Mary\u2019s parents and Albert\u2019s mother).<\/p>\n

An underrated director of fine (if not hugely populist) melodrama, Robson makes that time jump possible because of an expert use of close-ups during their first encounter that immediately follow long distance gazes between Albert from the edge of a room to Mary and good Dr. Jim Roper (elegantly sleazy Patrick O\u2019Neal) on the dance floor, and later terrace. The camera loves Newman and Woodward \u2013 never mind the actors were married by then \u2013 and it captures in massive CinemaScope breadth and Deluxe pastel colours the gamesmanship between hungry wolf Albert, and Mary, a confident woman who makes her insistent suitor work extra hard to get even a few bits of conversation before a chilly brush-off.<\/p>\n

Mary isn\u2019t a lovely character, but she isn\u2019t a gold digger; she genuinely wants to connect and engage in a fulfilling partnership, but her need to maintain her current nigh society status, wealth, and social success means Albert has two choices once rings are slipped on their digits: to deliver the monetary goods yet neglect her needs, or write-off their marriage as a learning experience. Mary recognizes Albert may not succeed without his father\u2019s money nor on his own with reputable financier J.D. MacHardie (Felix Aylmer), so she hedges her bets by keeping Dr. Roper at arm\u2019s length, ringing him up in front of Albert when she\u2019s not the centre of devotion, and meeting Roper when Albert\u2019s working long hours across state lines to bring home the hefty pay cheques that ensure their high life.<\/p>\n

The ruinous relationship is given a final death-blow when Albert has an affair with decent, emotionally content Natalie Benzinger (beautiful, underrated, and ultimately underused Fox starlet Ina Balin), and he rapidly realizes his life has been pretty meaningless; the tricky part becomes finding the right time to break away from Mary and start anew in a small, insular mining town with Natalie.<\/p>\n

Good does eventually triumph over greed, but Albert has to be pushed to a point of complete desperation, half of which he allows to happen because he can\u2019t make the break on his own volition. He needs to engage in a hot and steamy love affair with Natalie in his home turf of NYC to alert MacHardie\u2019s greedy and jealous son-in-law Creighton Duffy (slimy Howard Caine) and force a nasty blackmailing scheme, but when the end comes, Albert delivers a hefty speech that morphs into a series of customized jabs at his leading tormentors \u2013 dry little Fuck You\u2019s which guarantee he can\u2019t come back to NYC\u2019s corporate elite, and must start again in that small mining town.<\/p>\n

Robson\u2019s final pre-End Credits crane shot is symbolic of Albert\u2019s moral and emotional success: he meets Natalie halfway between a small island by a brook, and as they both seem to teeter on the wet stones, their grasping hands quickly and instinctively steady each other, enabling Albert to advance to the island where the pair can move forward with their new lives.<\/p>\n

The sleaze through which Albert crawls (some self-generated) isn\u2019t gratuitous, but it\u2019s certainly decked out in elegant costumes by Travilla, flattering the healthy figures of platinum blonded Woodward and dark-haired Balin. Robson also has his couples occupying expansive parts of the 2.35:1 ratio: highlights include the intertwined Dr. Roper and Mary, and a great hotel scene in which Natalie is silhouetted by the street lamps below before she and Albert move into high contrast lighting. Not unlike Sinatra\u2019s Some Came Running<\/a><\/strong> (1958), there are shots that resemble slick fifties magazine ads where everything looks both beautiful and modern, and Leo Tover\u2019s cinematography is exquisite.<\/p>\n

Tracing Albert\u2019s emotional rollercoaster ride is Elmer Bernstein\u2019s lush score, starting with a an appropriately drippy Rachmaninoff-styled piano theme which recurs whenever Albert and Natalie\u2019s love affair is at its most intense.<\/p>\n

(The theme\u2019s drippiness is perhaps tied to the era, suited for glossy melodramas like Running<\/strong> but its style is also lampooned in Billy Wilder\u2019s The Seven Year Itch<\/strong>, where an actual Rachmaninoff piece launches a series of ridiculous older father \/ busty upstairs tenant daydreams of illicit behaviour. It\u2019s to the credit of Wilder and co-writer George Axelrod that the tropes of then-popular melodramas are nailed to the wall and sent-up with such precision and wit.)<\/p>\n

Terrace<\/strong> is packed with fine character actors from TV and film: George Grizzard as Albert\u2019s upper-crust pal Lex Porter, Barbara Eden (Flaming Star<\/a><\/strong>, Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea<\/strong>, TV\u2019s I Dream of Jeannie<\/strong>) has one scene playing the unattractively named Clemmie Shreve, and there\u2019s unbilled bit parts for Regina Carroll (Satan\u2019s Sadists<\/strong>), and former silent film star \/ John Ford repertory member Mae Marsh (Birth of a Nation<\/strong>, Cheyenne Autumn<\/strong>).<\/p>\n

The real standout is Myrna Loy (The Thin Man<\/a>, Cheaper by the Dozen<\/a><\/strong>) as Albert\u2019s emotionally brutalized mother, turning what could\u2019ve been a laughable caricature of an unfaithful drunk into a compelling woman who loathes being alive sober and drunk, and lacks the strength to break free. A key reason Albert leaves home is he realizes she can\u2019t be saved, and part of the weight he carries deep into the film is knowing his father died on the day of his marriage to Mary \u2013 a final insult to their already bankrupt relationship.<\/p>\n

Twilight Time\u2019s kind of spoiled classic Fox fans with lively and hugely informative commentaries, and there\u2019s a sense Terrace<\/strong> was on their hit list but time just didn\u2019t allow for a full 144 minute discussion; it\u2019s a shame, because this ranks as one of the few fifties melodramas that\u2019s aged extremely<\/em> well, but from existing DVD and TT Blu-ray commentaries, such as the Robson-directed Peyton Place <\/strong>(1957), The Inn of the Sixth Happiness<\/a><\/strong> (1958), and Von Ryan\u2019s Express<\/strong> (1965) – one can deduce where the film resides within the era, and Fox\u2019s own glossy and very sexy productions.<\/p>\n

Mark Robson\u2019s late career didn\u2019t close with any genuine crowning achievements; perhaps Valley of the Dolls<\/strong> (1967) signaled the end, or maybe it was the bloated, terribly written and absurdly cast disaster classic Earthquake<\/strong> (1974) that wound things down, but certainly during the fifties, Robson crafted a series of glossy colour and widescreen classics which remain the gold stand in melodrama. From the Terrace <\/strong>actually transcends the genre\u2019s inherent drippiness and sleaze because of a rock-solid script, and some amazingly delicious quips by master screenwriter Lehman (North by Northwest<\/a><\/strong>, West Side Story<\/strong>, The Sound of Music<\/strong>, Who\u2019s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?<\/strong> and Black Sunday<\/strong>).<\/p>\n

Twilight Time\u2019s sparkling Blu-ray sports a clean transfer that retains the film\u2019s unique film grain, and a rich 2.0 stereo track. Elmer Bernstein\u2019s score is presented in uncompressed stereo, and from the prior 2003 DVD TT\u2019s ported over the original trailer\u00a0(“Presenting The Men, The Women, and The Things That Are Creating A World Of Excitement!”) and a brief Fox Movietone newsreel with\u00a0starlet Ina Balin attending the film’s premiere\u00a0and glimpses of\u00a0other stars including\u00a0Peter Falk (then starring in Murder, Inc.<\/strong>) and David (Al) Hedison, fresh from the Irwin Allen B-movie The Lost World<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

Julie Kirgo\u2019s neat essay synthesizes obvious (and deserved) emotional praise for a film she rightly positions as a transition entry between oversexed (but no less delightful) fifties melodramas and the frank sexuality which started to seep into early sixties productions before the full breakdown of the Production Code and logical implementation of the MPAA ratings system.<\/p>\n

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\u00a9 2016 Mark R. Hasan<\/p>\n

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External References:<\/strong>
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