The 7th Dawn (1964)
The best of this movie is an attempt to show the politics of Malaysia after WWII. There are lessons here that apply to our own time, with European powers facing rising anger in developing countries. Here it's the British who are facing horrors from the Malaysians because they own so much of the good land and maintain typical colonial class and monetary power (even though it was no longer an official colony). A little like half the world, I suppose, in mid-Twentieth Century, including South Africa and Vietnam.
The movie is stiff and forced in other ways, and often feels like a movie that might have been made a decade earlier. It plays with clichés and uses convenient movie tricks that are false even to the uninitiated. The leading man hasn't that worn well over the years--William Holden. I generally like him, but here I can feel him acting too often. Some of the charming ticks in his face, or his dry delivery, now seems fake and even smarmy, like the letch in him can't hide beneath his acting, or the "leading man" in him is all he has. I have a feeling these quirks were attractive at the time, fifty years ago.
It's not a total train wreck of a movie. Susannah York is stunning in a way that avoids the stereotyping she often reluctantly fit into, the Pop British flower-child. Unfortunately York isn't a terrific actress here, and at first is merely the serious woman to put against Holden's character. She does have an important role, but it's extremely limited (you'll see why) and she can be sculptural without pretense.
But then next to York is the "other" woman to whom Holden (46 years old here) is attracted (which by itself is absurd, York playing the less desirable woman). This is played by the younger and unconvincing Capucine. (She went by one name, but was born with the usual allotment.) It's not that she's a bad actor really, but that she's a frivolous object with so little awareness of what surrounds here. I'm sure people like her were in Malaysia, but to make her a centerpiece of the movie brings everything down a couple notches.
If we can absorb the stilted (at times) style and the improbable aspects in the subplots (Holden with the young tart slashing through the jungle with machetes) we are able to go back to the political facts. The details are fictional, for sure, but the broad outline, the fear of Westerners in a land where they are not at all welcome, is believable. And the film doesn't paint it completely as a bunch of innocent English richies being killed and tormented by the rabble, though there is a little of that. It's more about a the real conflict of histories and ways of life. And a sticking to principles.
I think a more potent idea here, without York by this point, is whether personal friendship can hold up through huge differences of culture and loyalty. This might be the best part of the movie, and in those sections you'll at least feel depth to the idea and even the acting, even if the outcome is a bit beside the point. In one later scene the woman at this point (the tart) asks, "How can you believe him?" Exactly! The question of trust in the mind of the audience is obvious to the characters, too, and so it's the final large theme, taking us from the first scene to almost the last.
Everything outside shot on location, which adds authenticity not only on the plantations (rubber) but later in the raw jungle. If you watch this you'll find things to like for sure. But it's not constructed very well, and the clunky parts will overwhelm you at times. You'll also find that people who should be freaking out (on death row, or a man seeing his daughter likely to die) calmly proceed instead. Or when someone takes a prisoner after a huge fight, they then let down their guard and trust him to walk away with his weapon.
It's too bad. A lot was pointed in the right direction at first. There are more recent movies that take the realism of their periods seriously and to probably better results (blockbusters like "Gandhi" or "The Last Emperor" and more perceptive if imperfect films like "Lust Caution" and the weirdly chilling "Disgrace"). But the theme is really one of the largest in the history of movies, actually, if you start looking at everything from "The Rains Came" to "The Letter" both from the classic black and white Hollywood years. "The 7th Dawn" fits into this picture somewhere.
The best of this movie is an attempt to show the politics of Malaysia after WWII. There are lessons here that apply to our own time, with European powers facing rising anger in developing countries. Here it's the British who are facing horrors from the Malaysians because they own so much of the good land and maintain typical colonial class and monetary power (even though it was no longer an official colony). A little like half the world, I suppose, in mid-Twentieth Century, including South Africa and Vietnam.
The movie is stiff and forced in other ways, and often feels like a movie that might have been made a decade earlier. It plays with clichés and uses convenient movie tricks that are false even to the uninitiated. The leading man hasn't that worn well over the years--William Holden. I generally like him, but here I can feel him acting too often. Some of the charming ticks in his face, or his dry delivery, now seems fake and even smarmy, like the letch in him can't hide beneath his acting, or the "leading man" in him is all he has. I have a feeling these quirks were attractive at the time, fifty years ago.
It's not a total train wreck of a movie. Susannah York is stunning in a way that avoids the stereotyping she often reluctantly fit into, the Pop British flower-child. Unfortunately York isn't a terrific actress here, and at first is merely the serious woman to put against Holden's character. She does have an important role, but it's extremely limited (you'll see why) and she can be sculptural without pretense.
But then next to York is the "other" woman to whom Holden (46 years old here) is attracted (which by itself is absurd, York playing the less desirable woman). This is played by the younger and unconvincing Capucine. (She went by one name, but was born with the usual allotment.) It's not that she's a bad actor really, but that she's a frivolous object with so little awareness of what surrounds here. I'm sure people like her were in Malaysia, but to make her a centerpiece of the movie brings everything down a couple notches.
If we can absorb the stilted (at times) style and the improbable aspects in the subplots (Holden with the young tart slashing through the jungle with machetes) we are able to go back to the political facts. The details are fictional, for sure, but the broad outline, the fear of Westerners in a land where they are not at all welcome, is believable. And the film doesn't paint it completely as a bunch of innocent English richies being killed and tormented by the rabble, though there is a little of that. It's more about a the real conflict of histories and ways of life. And a sticking to principles.
I think a more potent idea here, without York by this point, is whether personal friendship can hold up through huge differences of culture and loyalty. This might be the best part of the movie, and in those sections you'll at least feel depth to the idea and even the acting, even if the outcome is a bit beside the point. In one later scene the woman at this point (the tart) asks, "How can you believe him?" Exactly! The question of trust in the mind of the audience is obvious to the characters, too, and so it's the final large theme, taking us from the first scene to almost the last.
Everything outside shot on location, which adds authenticity not only on the plantations (rubber) but later in the raw jungle. If you watch this you'll find things to like for sure. But it's not constructed very well, and the clunky parts will overwhelm you at times. You'll also find that people who should be freaking out (on death row, or a man seeing his daughter likely to die) calmly proceed instead. Or when someone takes a prisoner after a huge fight, they then let down their guard and trust him to walk away with his weapon.
It's too bad. A lot was pointed in the right direction at first. There are more recent movies that take the realism of their periods seriously and to probably better results (blockbusters like "Gandhi" or "The Last Emperor" and more perceptive if imperfect films like "Lust Caution" and the weirdly chilling "Disgrace"). But the theme is really one of the largest in the history of movies, actually, if you start looking at everything from "The Rains Came" to "The Letter" both from the classic black and white Hollywood years. "The 7th Dawn" fits into this picture somewhere.