An insulting amount of the commentary on the honorary Oscar
Roger Corman received in 2009 focused on how he launched the careers of
directors Martin Scorsese, Francis Ford Coppola, Ron Howard, Peter Bogdanovich,
and others of their ilk and basically dismissed the man’s own directorial work.
Despite that naked gold guy on his mantel, Roger Corman is still considered a
B-movie hack by a lot of critics, which is total bollocks. Even when working on
super low-budget, abridged-schedule stuff like Little Shop of Horrors he made original and fun work. When he was
more artistically invested in his projects, he could make truly audacious,
genuinely inventive pictures, such as The
Masque of the Red Death and his rarely seen masterpiece The Intruder, a film that dealt with racism
in such a head-on way for its time that Corman would have deserved that Oscar
even if it he’d never done anything else.
When the independent-minded Corman got the odd opportunity
to make St. Valentine’s Day Massacre
for a major studio in 1967, he got to work with a bigger budget, schedule, and
cast than ever before. Though all the frivolous spending that went down at Twentieth Century Fox repelled him, Corman still made the most of the opportunity. He
directed big stars Jason Robards (as Al Capone), George Segal (Peter Gusenberg),
and Ralph Meeker (Bugs Moran); shot on sets originally used for such huge
productions as The Sound of Music and
Hello, Dolly; and commanded a camera
that swoops around those sets like a bird of prey. Before shooting the climactic
scene, he had his actors study photographs of the actual gangland massacre to
mimic the positions of the actual corpses. That’s a pretty keen attention to
detail for a “B-movie hack” (incidentally, I recently read a great interview
with Corman in which he takes issue with that designation for purely semantic
reasons; a B-movie, he reminds us, is not any old trashy flick but a
lower-budget supporting feature specific to the 1930s and ’40s).
Although Corman’s visuals are top notch in St. Valentine’s Day Massacre, the film is not without its issues.
There is no attempt to empathize with the assortment of hoods, as there was in
the same year’s Bonnie and Clyde, so
it’s difficult to care about what happens to these creeps. Beloved voice-over artist
Paul Frees’s narration distances the viewer further, introducing each of the
film’s many, many characters by stating the time and date of his death. This
makes everyone’s actions seem mechanical, a bunch of rats scurrying through a
simplistic maze on the way to their inevitable dooms. This could have been done
with effective grimness, but Robards and Segal give such over-the-top
performances that it’s hard to feel the gravity of what they do or what is done
to them (and keep an eye and ear out for Jack Nicholson, who delivers his one
and only line in a silly voice). The closest the film comes to a sympathetic
character is Bruce Dern’s mechanic, a loving dad who gets off-handedly swept up
in the violence, but only has about three minutes of screen time.
A bit cold and nihilistic, St. Valentine’s Day Massacre is still a beautiful looking picture,
and Twilight Time’s new blu-ray presents it splendidly. Colors are gloriously
vivid (there are a couple of sequences that are a bit pink but it’s likely this
was an aesthetic decision in line with Corman’s use of colors in Red Death), and I noticed no significant
blemishes. Extras are slight but neat. There’s a new three-and-a-half-minute
interview with Corman created specifically for this release and five minutes of
vintage Fox Movietone newsreel footage about the arrest and prosecution of
Capone. The picture quality of some of these clips is really strong. As always,
there are also Julie Kirgo’s illuminating liner notes and an isolated score
track. Get it on Screen Archives.com here.