Pickup On South Street

from wikipedia. I won't reveal all of the plot
Pickup on South Street is writer-director Samuel Fuller's 1953 film noir released by the 20th Century Fox studio. The film stars Richard Widmark, Jean Peters and Thelma Ritter. Ritter would go on to receive an Academy Award nomination as Best Supporting Actress and Samuel Fuller was awarded the Bronze Lion at the Venice Film Festival for his direction of the picture. In June of 1954, Ritter co-stared alongside Terry Moore and Stephen McNally in a Lux Radio Theatre presentation of the story.

One afternoon, FBI agents Zara and Enyart are following an attractive woman named Candy as she takes the subway in New York City. Unknown to Candy, her wallet is stolen by a "cannon," a pickpocket who targets women, and when she realizes that her wallet is gone, she calls her former boyfriend, Joey. With Enyart following her, she returns to Joey's apartment, where Joey upbraids her for losing the microfilm that she was supposed to deliver to a mysterious higher-up in Joey's organization. Although Candy believes that Joey is selling chemical formulas to a rival firm, he is actually a Communist who is passing on secret government information to an overseas Communist ring. Candy has made several drops for Joey and does not understand why he is so upset about this one, which he had promised would be her last. Joey insists that Candy, an ex-prostitute, use her street connections to locate the pickpocket who accosted her and retrieve the microfilm. Meanwhile, Zara approaches police captain Dan Tiger and explains that the FBI has been following Candy for six months in order to catch the ringleader of the Communist organization. Tiger then summons Moe, a necktie peddler who often sells him information about the underworld. After grilling Zara about the pickpocket's mannerisms, Moe gives Tiger eight names, and Tiger immediately picks out Skip McCoy, a "three-time loser" who was recently released from prison. Moe then tells Tiger that Skip is living in a rundown shack on the waterfront, and Tiger, who bears a grudge against Skip because of his insolence, sends policemen Winoki and MacGregor to arrest him. Skip, who did steal Candy's wallet and has found the microfilm inside, hides it and taunts Tiger about their rivalry.

Trivia: In the opening scene on the subway, a soldier leaves a subway car wearing the "Big Red One" 1st Infantry Division shoulder patch. Director Fuller fought with the 1st Infantry Division during World War II, and later filmed the story in the movie The Big Red One (1980).

Mrs Santa Claus Visits The Lower East Side

From a very much under-appreciated 1996 made for tv movie:
an amazon review:

As we grow up we always hear about how great Santa Claus is. Keep in mind, I am not knocking the greatness of Santa, but it is always a wonder who the heck was Mrs Santa Claus? Now we know the woman behind the man.I could not have thought of a better woman to play the part than Angela Lansbury. The former Queen of Broadway and the former J.B. Fletcher tells a beautiful story of how it is about time for the "...World to know there's a Mrs. Santa Claus". The costumes in the movie were wonderfully fitting for the times and season; and yet not over the top. The two outfits designed by Emmy Award Nominee (for best Costumes) Bob Mackie that made Angela shine even brighter were the Policeman's ball gown and the "sleigh ride" outfit at the end of the film.I thought the dancing was done superbly. It has been a long time since we, the public, have seen dancing in a made for t.v. movie. It is nice to revisit such an old friend. Angela makes for a wonderful Mrs Santa Claus that I cannot think of anyone else to have played Anna Claus. I am sure she was happy to get back to singing. Her voice still is strong even at 71.This is one movie which should be played every Christmas. It is a Christmas standard to me and my family. I recommend it to anyone who loves Christmas.

the lyrics to the catchy Avenue A song:
Welcome to the world of Avenue A
Where you hear Como Esta, and Bless My Soul and Oy Vey
Rosie Finkelstein and Michael Monaghan are still going steady
Mrs. Brandenheim is yelling out there window, “Breakfast is ready.”
And that’s the way it goes on Avenue A
Where Father Callahan bids Rabbi Hershey, “Good Day.”
People caring their Lasagna and Chow Mein all share the same tray
Part of the great big bouillabaisse called Avenue A

Welcome to the world of Avenue A
Where there’s a family drama playing day after day
There’s a second hand emporium on every corner that I’d walk
Ringelevio and little girls with jacks all share the same sidewalk
That’s the way it goes on Avenue A
Look there’s a pushcart full of bagels coming your way
There’s a rag man with a saxophone
There’s not a tune he can’t play
Part of the great kaleidoscope of Avenue A

That’s the way it goes on Avenue
Where’s there’s a new adventure awaiting day after day
There’s a rag man with a saxophone
There’s not a tune he can’t play
Part of the great kaleidoscope called Avenue A

Angela reprise:
I’ve landed in the world of Avenue A
Where you hear Como Esta, and Bless My Soul and Oy Vey
So a lady from a cold and distance place
A lifetime away
Still can become a part of the world of Avenue A

Across The Sea Of Time

A clip I had of a 1995 film that I used a lot for teaching about immigration
Some reviews and a link to the film on amazon:
New York born and bred, I have a soft spot for any movie that tenderly portrays the journey of our ancestors through Ellis Island. This film is touching in its telling of the story of a little boy who stows away on a ship to New York City to find his distant relative. Armed only with a torn back pack and tattered old photos from the early 1900's, he travels through the city, wide-eyed and in wonder of all the beauty the city has to offer. From the simple pleasures of eating a real New York hot dog, to walking the boardwalk on Coney Island, there is something for everyone in this touching tale. Lots of authentic filming in New York brings the story to life, and the pre September 11th shots of Downtown Manhattan and the World Trade Center are profound. If you had the chance to see this wonderful film in IMAX 3-D many years ago, you were treated to something even more spectacular. The soundtrack is not to be missed ~ just perfect to accompany this movie. Enjoy!

I was not only astounded by the realism of the 3D in the IMAX Theaters I've seen it in. But the story is so overwhelmingly heart grabbing. It throws you into the world of a boy who is making a journey that most people dream of at least one time in their lives. The 3D is nothing like that seen in the cheesy films in the past. The 3D in an IMAX film- Especially Across The Sea Of Time!- is almost exactly like being on a Holodeck! I am not exagerating. The new technology is almost perfect. The only thing left, is to make the goggles so lightweight and large that you don't know they are on your head.I loved this movie. The story is so strong, that I'm sure it would be enjoyable on Video. But if you EVER have a chance to see it in an IMAX Theater. DO NOT MISS THE CHANCE!It was THE BEST thing I did on my first trip to New York! And that's really saying a lot. It had to compete with The Statue of Liberty, The Empire State Building, and Rita Ford's Large Antique Music Box Store- which I had been looking forward to seeing for over 15 years!You won't be disappointed.

LES Tour: 1949 From Naked City

Quite a contrast from the previous video tour. Much of the same territory is covered.
I've tried to figure out Ted de Corsia's route here. He starts out near Houston and Stanton, then goes to the Essex Street Market, then across Rivington to Clinton, down Clinton to Delancy and then on to the Williamsburg Bridge. Obviously much scene splicing as the route is not direct. A great view of what the neighborhood looked like in that time
The Naked City
Criterion 380
1948 / B&W / 96 min. /
Starring Barry Fitzgerald, Howard Duff, Dorothy Hart, Don Taylor, Ted de Corsia, House Jameson, Anne Sargent, Adelaide Klein, Tom Pedi, Enid Markey
Cinematography William Daniels
Art Direction John F. DeCuir
Film Editor Paul Weatherwax
Original Music Miklos Rozsa, Frank Skinner
Written by Albert Maltz, Malvin Wald
Produced by Mark Hellinger
Directed by Jules Dassin

Reviewed by Glenn Erickson

Film Noir historians reserve a special place in their hearts for Mark Hellinger and Jules Dassin's The Naked City, a highly influential crime thriller filmed almost entirely in the streets of New York City. Malvin Wald's original story blends standard Hollywood storytelling with documentary techniques to produce a new kind of heightened reality. Cops go after a mysterious killer and viewers are shown a fairly accurate image of how real crimes are solved -- handsome private detectives are not part of the equation. Louis de Rochemont took his cameras to real locations for The House on 92nd Street but The Naked City adds a dimension of journalistic poetry by telling its story through an omniscient POV narrator, who seems to be the soul of the city itself. "There are eight million stories in the Naked City" has entered the language as an indelible catch phrase.

Synopsis:

The vicious murder of beautiful blonde Jean Dexter drives the tabloids crazy. Detectives Dan Muldoon and young Jimmy Halloran (Barry Fitzgerald and Don Taylor) go to work with an army of detectives and police forensic professionals to help. They locate Dexter's shifty boyfriend Frank Niles (Howard Duff), who has a bad habit of telling lies. His fiancée Ruth Morrison (Dorothy Hart) doesn't realize that Frank was two-timing her and giving her stolen jewelry. Following the clues of the jewelry, the detectives eventually puts the puzzle together -- but the unlucky family man Halloran encounters the dangerous killer on his own.

Outside descriptions of The Naked City may lead one to expect a movie of revolutionary dimensions. Mark Hellinger's film initiated a storytelling style and the entire 'police procedural' genre we know today from countless movies and TV shows, so one has to turn back the clock to appreciate its accomplishment. Crime films previously centered on heroic detectives and policemen that more often than not 'just happened' to uncover crimes while making time for romance and other pursuits. If the crooks didn't openly announce their guilt, they'd show themselves by kidnapping the hero's faithful girlfriend. "Clues" tended to be romantic items like perfumed silk scarves and elaborate extortion notes. Bad guys invariably confessed all as soon as the hero put the finger on them.

Part of the trouble was the Production Code, which made sure that the sordid realities of life were kept mostly out of the movies. Showing real crime meant showing how real people lived, and the Code decided long before that real audiences needed to be protected from reality.

The Naked City started with research into actual police methods. Lead detective Dan Muldoon (Barry Fitzgerald in perhaps his least cloying role) puts pressure on a shaky associate of the murdered woman, while his subordinates do the exhausting leg-work pursuing every possible lead: interviewing people, finding out where a pair of silk pajamas might have been bought. Forensic experts examine the body. Teams of detectives follow the suspects. Because it's a headline case, kooks show up at the precinct house to falsely confess.

Muldoon is the investigation's central brain but it's people like Halloran and Detective Perelli (the great Tom Pedi) that bring in the good information. Frank Niles trips up in his lies, which leads to more information. The cops uncover a messy crime story that involves not only the murder but a series of jewel robberies as well.

The film is given a refreshing structure through the narration of producer Mark Hellinger. Montages of relevant city life pop up, not quite in the mode of Berlin: Symphony of a City but sketching human details of New York life. Then the camera sweeps into a window where a sordid murder is being committed: A beautiful woman is chloroformed and then drowned in a bathtub. The narrator shows us incidental views of many people, including the actual killer, as the story ranges through the economic and social strata of the city. The killer may be a lowlife from the lower East Side, but his high-toned uptown associates are just as guilty: Liars and thieves compromising their values for money and sex.

Hellinger changes his tone as the net closes on the actual killer. Suddenly he remarks on how the killer is making mistakes and losing his grip ... and even offers unheeded advice. The famous "eight million stories" line is saved for the end, when the voice appears to meld with the identity of the city itself. With the crime solved the murdered girl's story will soon disappear from the headlines. She's last represented by the sight of some soggy newspapers being moved from the gutter into the trash. City poetry doesn't get better than this: Hellinger found his title The Naked City on a Weegee photo study of the streets of New York.

The Naked City is by no means a documentary. Barry Fitzgerald's 'cute Irishman' act enlivens and humanizes the police in approved dramatic fashion. The show also provides a bravura acting assignment for Howard Duff as the society cad who cons everyone but the cops. He fools two beautiful women, including a charming debutante-model (Dorothy Hart) unable to believe he could be so dishonest. The murder victim also fooled around, seducing a high society doctor (House Jameson) as part of a criminal scheme. Down on the docks, one of the hoods that do the actual burglaries (Walter Burke) gets cold feet over taking part in a murder. His partner wastes no time in murdering him, too.

The Naked City's back story is potentially more interesting than Laura Palmer's tale in the Twin Peaks saga. Jean Dexter starts out as the helpless victim of a ghastly murder. On the morgue slab she looks like a trampled angel. By the time we're finished we discover that the beauty was the ruthless center of a complicated burglary ring. She controlled men by sleeping with them. We're not sure if she was a victim or a predator.

In a scene filmed in a real morgue, Jean's small-town parents tell us that she changed her name and ran away to the big city. In the space of a few minutes, the mother goes from shouting that she hates Jean, to breaking down in tears over her body: "My baby!" Director Jules Dassin takes a moment to show the parents standing on a pier on the East River as the sun sets, mourning their loss: "Why wasn't she born ugly?" These 'unnecessary' tangents are what make The Naked City memorable.

Albert Maltz, one of the Hollywood Ten, co-wrote the script. Unlike Jules Dassin's other American noirs the political context is subdued. Brute Force was a hysterical scream against prison injustice and Thieves' Highway an indictment of racketeering as usual in the produce trade. A possible liberal agenda shows when the script sides with the salaried cops against the idle and narcissistic rich. The old matron admires her ring while flirting with Don Taylor's young detective, and Barry Fitzgerald definitely thinks that Howard Duff has to be crooked if he's spending $50 on a single evening's entertainment. The axe falls heavy on the foolish doctor who allows his social file to fall into the hands of crooks. Dan Muldoon says that jumping out of windows never solved anything, but in this town losing one's good name may be worse.

The Naked City delivers a bravura final chase onto the Williamsburg Bridge. As soon as the tables are turned the killer becomes strangely sympathetic. He's a vicious murderer, but when Jules Dassin isolates him in the towers of the bridge he personifies God's Lonely Man. The only witness to his personal agony is the unfeeling city.

Ted de Corsia plays a particularized brute, exercising constantly and boasting that he neither smokes nor drinks. He might have gotten away if he didn't choose the wrong moment to panic. Of special note are debut bits by many name actors, some of which were previously associated with Jules Dassin in left-wing theater groups. It was Walter Burke's first American film role, Paul Ford's third bit part, Kathleen Freeman's first bit and the first film of both James Gregory and John Randolph. It was the first non-Yiddish film for David Opatashu and Molly Picon (Fiddler on the Roof). John Marley and Tom Pedi's only previous roles had been in Paul Robeson's left-wing classic Native Land. Look close and you'll also see Arthur O'Connell, although he'd already been around in films for ten years.

KV At The Movies

The old KV crew also has their own version of Siskel and Ebert, very hi-falootin' if I might add:
"For those cinemaphiles out there in TV Land who don't mind watching a movie with subtitles (that's right, a foreign movie) check out "After The Wedding" ( a danish flic) or "The Lives of Others" (german?). Well worth your valuable time. For those of you out in Movieland itching for something good (but weird....) check out "Perfume" with Dustin Hoffman as an 18th century French nobleman. Hey Marv,(or anybody else out there) have you seen the movie "Mr. Brooks"; takes place in Portland. If you can buy into it (which I did) you'll find it enjoyable.
Have you seen the film. It has gotten great reviews here but it's just opening-Javier Badim is in it-an incredible actor. He's in the Coen bros. film and "Love in the time of Cholera" which has also just been released."