Personally, I love movies about old people, and particularly when starring acclaimed and extremely experienced veteran actors/actresses in the autumn of their careers. It might just be my impression, but it always feels like these ageing stars try extra hard to give stellar performances in their last films, as if they need to prove they are still as capable and talented as they were 40-50 years ago. I always use "The Whales of August" or "The Straight Story" as example, but I might as well add "The Old Man Who Cried Wolf" to the list, since Edward G. Robinson is stupendous here in one of his final lead performances.
Robinson was about 77 or 78 when depicted the role of 70-year-old Emile Pulska (usually actors are older than the characters they play, but here it's the other way around); - a wise and respectable man of Polish origin living in New York. One day, he witnesses how a black mobster beats his best friend Abe Stillman to death with a rubber stick, and Emile himself gets injured as well. When he regains consciousness, everybody claims that Abe died from a heart-attack and that Emile fell and hit his head. Emile clearly remembers what he saw, but nobody believes him. The police and eyewitnesses believe that the old man suffers from overactive imagination, and even his loving son and daughter-in-law begin to doubt their father's sanity and seek psychiatric help. Emile is strong and stubborn, though, and escapes from whatever mental clinic to seek out the truth.
This entire TV-movie revolves solely around the brilliantly charismatic performance by Robinson. That's not bad, of course, but it could have been even better if the script was more elaborated, and if more time and effort had been put in the unraveling of the murder plot, the background of several fascinating supportive characters and the backgrounds of both Abe and Emile. Now, with a running time of barely 72 minutes, everything feels rushed, and the ending comes abrupt and leaves far too many questions unanswered. Gradually, the plot of the film shifts from Emily trying to discover why his friend got murdered, to Emily having to persuade the entire city of New York that he's not a useless, senile and paranoid senior citizen. That's a missed opportunity and a shame, really.
Robinson was about 77 or 78 when depicted the role of 70-year-old Emile Pulska (usually actors are older than the characters they play, but here it's the other way around); - a wise and respectable man of Polish origin living in New York. One day, he witnesses how a black mobster beats his best friend Abe Stillman to death with a rubber stick, and Emile himself gets injured as well. When he regains consciousness, everybody claims that Abe died from a heart-attack and that Emile fell and hit his head. Emile clearly remembers what he saw, but nobody believes him. The police and eyewitnesses believe that the old man suffers from overactive imagination, and even his loving son and daughter-in-law begin to doubt their father's sanity and seek psychiatric help. Emile is strong and stubborn, though, and escapes from whatever mental clinic to seek out the truth.
This entire TV-movie revolves solely around the brilliantly charismatic performance by Robinson. That's not bad, of course, but it could have been even better if the script was more elaborated, and if more time and effort had been put in the unraveling of the murder plot, the background of several fascinating supportive characters and the backgrounds of both Abe and Emile. Now, with a running time of barely 72 minutes, everything feels rushed, and the ending comes abrupt and leaves far too many questions unanswered. Gradually, the plot of the film shifts from Emily trying to discover why his friend got murdered, to Emily having to persuade the entire city of New York that he's not a useless, senile and paranoid senior citizen. That's a missed opportunity and a shame, really.