Directors, it is said,
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sign their names to their work. For Don Siegel
the subject of a UCLA Film and Television Archive retrospective running through
August 7 that was literally the case. From 1973 on, the words a Siegel film
appeared at the start of his pictures, scrawled on the screen in an elegant cursive
script. But long before then, Siegel was making his mark on movies in other, less
obvious ways even if 36 features in 35 years, most made on assignment and some
on schedules of as little as nine days, makes for a trail even Harry Callahan
might have a tough time following. Like those other titans of American B movies
who arrived at roughly the same moment Sam Fuller, Budd Boetticher and Andre
de Toth Siegels is a career void of either the luxury or the inclination to
take long intervals, waiting for inspiration (or good material) to arrive. In
the motion picture business, Siegel wrote in a posthumously published memoir
that is among the most honest and entertaining of show-biz biographies, you soon
learn to slip the punches, or youre not around very long feeling sorry for yourself.
Words worthy of a Siegel protagonist terse, wily men of action who, be they
cop or crook, lover or fighter, cowboy or Indian, often find themselves with one
foot planted in each of two opposing worlds.
Though he is best known for his collaborations with Clint Eastwood (including
Dirty Harry, Coogans Bluff
and Escape From Alcatraz
a science-fiction classic (Invasion of the Body Snatchers
the ease with which we might lose our humanity, Siegel first garnered attention
in the late 1930s and early 40s as an editor and, later, an assistant director
under contract to Warner Brothers, where he would direct his first two features:
(1946) and Night Unto Night
What follows is pocked by inconsistency. Siegel himself had little regard for
the Cold War shenanigans of No Time For Flowers
or the exotic romance of Spanish Affair
(1957), while late in his
career he became involved in two troubled, high-profile productions whose fortunes
are aptly summarized by their titles: Rough Cut
(1980) and Jinxed!
But its worth remembering that not even every Picasso is a masterpiece, and if we limit ourselves to Siegels strongest work, we still have Riot in Cellblock 11
(1954), an entirely unconventional prison picture in which the inmates and warden work together toward a shared understanding, only to be undone by a bureaucracy beyond their control; Baby Face Nelson
(1957), with its astonishing Mickey Rooney performance Siegel was particularly good at casting against type and a bullet-riddled romanticism that anticipates Bonnie and Clyde;
the unsentimental battlefield camaraderie of Hell is For Heroes
(1962); and Madigan
(1968), a coarse-grained police story whose eponymous detective feels closer to the lowlifes he patrols than to the wife he supposedly loves.
It was the enormous success of the Eastwood pictures that finally bought Siegel a greater degree of artistic autonomy. Eastwood was himself party to The Beguiled
(1970), as the wounded Union solider convalescing in a Confederate girls school where more than the students chastity is kept under lock and key. It was an astonishing Southern gothic sexy, terrifying and unexpectedly lyrical and one saw the hand of the former editor in its elegant montage sequences. Charley Varrick
(1972) was greater still, a picaresque heist caper with a smirking antihero whose motto Last of the Independents might have been Siegels own. Which may explain why Charley is one of the few Siegel characters allowed to meet a happy end.
There are not many today who approach Siegels narrative speed, choreography of
screen action or preference for bandits more brutal than gentlemanly. Not that
many even seem to be trying. But this is exactly the sort of filmography that
should inspire others to forgery.
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