Showing posts with label How Green Was My Valley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label How Green Was My Valley. Show all posts

Monday, June 24, 2024

My Top Ten of 1941

I watched 82 movies for 1941:

All That Money Can Buy
All-American Co-Ed
Aloma of the South Seas
Appointment for Love
Back Street
Ball of Fire
The Big Store
Billy the Kid
Birth of the Blues
Blood and Sand
Blossoms in the Dust
Blues in the Night
Buck Privates
Cheers for Miss Bishop
The Chocolate Soldier
Citizen Kane
The Devil and Miss Jones
The Devil Pays Off
Dive Bomber
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Dumbo
Fantasia
The Flame of New Orleans
Flight Command
The Great Lie
Here Comes Mr. Jordan
High Sierra
Hold Back the Dawn
Hold That Ghost
How Green Was My Valley
Hudson's Bay
I Wanted Wings
Ice-Capades
The Invisible Woman
King of the Zombies
Ladies in Retirement
Lady Be Good
The Lady Eve
Las Vegas Nights
The Little Foxes
Louisiana Purchase
Lydia
Major Barbara
The Maltese Falcon
Man Hunt
Meet John Doe
The Men in Her Life
Mercy Island
Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Moon Over Miami
Night Train to Munich
One Foot in Heaven
Penny Serenade
Pépé le Moko
The Reluctant Dragon
Ridin' on a Rainbow
The Sea Wolf
Sergeant York
Shadow of the Thin Man
Sis Hopkins
Skylark
Smilin' Through
So Ends Our Night
The Son of Monte Cristo
The Strawberry Blonde
Sun Valley Serenade
Sundown
Sunny
Suspicion
Swamp Water
Tall, Dark and Handsome
Tanks a Million
That Hamilton Woman
That Night in Rio
That Uncertain Feeling
This Woman is Mine
Tobacco Road
Topper Returns
When Ladies Meet
The Wolf Man
A Yank in the R.A.F.
You'll Never Get Rich

And now I finally give you a Top Ten. A hat tip to the movies that almost made this list: Blues in the Night, Dumbo, FantasiaMajor Barbara, and my #11, That Hamilton Woman.

In alphabetical order:

Friday, June 21, 2024

Oscars 1941: Best Director

Today, we look at Best Director of 1941, which John Ford won, accomplishing two rare feats: the three-time Oscar winner and the back-to-back Oscar winner:


Ford was not the first to pull off three: Frank Capra was when he won in 1938 for You Can't Take It with You, following his triumphs for It Happened One Night and Mr. Deeds Goes to Town. He was, however, the first to get two of them back to back, a feat only accomplished by two other filmmakers: Joseph L. Mankiewicz and Alejandro González Iñárritu. Ford of course deserved the Oscar for The Grapes of Wrath and The Informer - but what of How Green Was My Valley? My thoughts:

Tuesday, June 18, 2024

Oscars 1941: Best Supporting Actor

The Supporting Acting categories began in 1936, making this the sixth ceremony to award them. This was also only the third time someone other than Walter Brennan won - in this case, Donald Crisp for How Green Was My Valley:


Two things you undoubtedly noticed. Both Crisp and presenter James Stewart are in their military uniforms - the War had finally come to the United States, and Hollywood stars were doing their part same as any American citizen (except John Wayne). The other thing: Crisp is holding a plaque with a miniature Oscar as part of it. Yes, though good enough for an award, the character actors nominated in Supporting did not initially receive Oscar statuettes, but rather this more cradleable honor. It wasn’t until two years later, at the ceremony honoring the films of 1943, that the Academy would put everyone on an equal winning field.

These were the performers competing for the plaque:

Monday, June 17, 2024

Oscars 1941: Best Supporting Actress

1941's Best Supporting Actress lineup has all the category's favorites. You have not just one devoted mother, but two; not just one tragically good conscience, but two; of those two, one is a beautiful ingenue making a strong debut; and then you have the scene-stealing diva, who walks away with the prize:


Can't blame them. It's a role and performance that's better than the film it's in. Besides, Astor was a genuine star, and she had her role in The Maltese Falcon for viewers to consider, too. But even if it's not surprising, was it deserving? Let's talk:

Sunday, June 16, 2024

Oscar 1941: Best Picture of the Year

It's taken me a long time to figure out how to write this one. Ranking the Best Picture nominees of 1941 is tough because, truthfully, I don't think any of these are bad. There's at least one movie I dislike but, even that one is well-mounted and, I think, well-meaning enough that one can't just dismiss it out of hand. Too, there are a few that I personally like but think a Best Picture nomination is a little much...even if I can't quite put a finger on why. My Top Three are no-brainers but, in what order? And, admittedly, there are some I know I admire but do not necessarily recall specifics as to why. How does one rank that?

I did my best. Here are the ten nominees for Best Picture, in ascending order of how I like them:

Thursday, June 13, 2024

1941: Men and Monsters



What was it about How Green Was My Valley that spoke to Oscar voters? The genuine quality of the film itself? Was it that it was the last of the Best Picture nominees to come out, recency bias doing its thing again? Maybe both - maybe, too, its story of a boy growing up in a close-knit family in a close-knit town learning that the world can be cruel and home was being wrecked in a way that wouldn't make it home ever again struck a chord with a country that just found itself thrust into the war they'd all been watching.

One watches all the movies from this year and last and figures America was gearing up anyway. All the films about our heroic Navy men, our pilots, the comedies about registering for the draft or being enlisted, the brave pseudo-comedies about rebels who went overseas, the imports about our British cousins fighting the good fight. But it is one thing to make movies about how we'll enter the War on our terms, to watch movies about other people's war; it is quite another thing altogether to wake up to an attack - one that, even at the time, people spoke of being preventable, had the government actually paid attention and acted on its suspicions and intelligence.

And so this December, the cinema is full of meditations on the end of innocence, alienation, government nincompoopery...there's even a ball of fire, though that one's a much more fun one to consider than the infernos that were to come: