The saga of Bonnie and Clyde has fascinated me since I was a kid. The classic 1967 film was probably the first adult movie that my parents let me watch; of course, TV greatly edited it, so when I saw it in its unedited state decades later, it had a larger impact. The songs of Frank Wildhorn and Don Black added soul to their characterizations in 2011, but as deeply touched as I was, I couldn't find my singing along with unrepentant killers. Even so, the twin soliloquy of "You Love Who You Love" stayed with me even though the show died a quick but painless death on Broadway.
So there we are, and I have finally gotten to the 1958 American International drive-in cult classic, showing Dorothy Provine as the sociopathic version of Bonnie Parker, altering the story just a tad, changing important character's names, and taking away the desirability of Faye Dunaway and the sultriness of Laura Osnes. Provine is unapologetically vile, seeming like a sorority girl from hell playing gangster for Halloween. Jack Hogan seems swallowed up by her as Guy/Clyde, making her seem like the leader of the gang rather than an interloper. His brother and his wife fave been altered too with a name and marital status change, and they involve Bonnie's estranged jailbird husband (Richard Balkayan) into the story, at least adding one true detail not in the Arthur Penn version.
I can see why this has a cult following and why it appealed to the lost generation of frustrated teens in the late 1950's. But like other gangster bio's of the late 1950's and early 1960's, it never feels like the era it's set in. Rothstein, Capone, Diamond, Floyd, all period stories with a modern style that never tried to step on the time machine to 25 years earlier. The time flow changes in badly edited in setting information that seems like it's off a bad TV documentary. Keeps em' on the cult list, but off the classic list.
So there we are, and I have finally gotten to the 1958 American International drive-in cult classic, showing Dorothy Provine as the sociopathic version of Bonnie Parker, altering the story just a tad, changing important character's names, and taking away the desirability of Faye Dunaway and the sultriness of Laura Osnes. Provine is unapologetically vile, seeming like a sorority girl from hell playing gangster for Halloween. Jack Hogan seems swallowed up by her as Guy/Clyde, making her seem like the leader of the gang rather than an interloper. His brother and his wife fave been altered too with a name and marital status change, and they involve Bonnie's estranged jailbird husband (Richard Balkayan) into the story, at least adding one true detail not in the Arthur Penn version.
I can see why this has a cult following and why it appealed to the lost generation of frustrated teens in the late 1950's. But like other gangster bio's of the late 1950's and early 1960's, it never feels like the era it's set in. Rothstein, Capone, Diamond, Floyd, all period stories with a modern style that never tried to step on the time machine to 25 years earlier. The time flow changes in badly edited in setting information that seems like it's off a bad TV documentary. Keeps em' on the cult list, but off the classic list.