Swamp Water (1941) - 7/10. Putatively Renoir's first American directorial effort (the degree of his involvement is now disputed by scholars, I understand), this is a weird one, filmed partially in the Okefenokee swamp, where it's set. Dana Andrews, against the advice of townspeople and his father (Walter Huston), goes into the swamp to look for his lost dog. The swamp is supposed to be the worst place on earth, full of gators and such-like. Andrews finds the dog, but also Walter Brennan, who's been hiding out ever since he broke jail five years earlier. It seems Brennen was worngfully convicted of murder, and decided that swamp life was preferable to execution. He hasn't wandered too far in, however, as he maintains hope of someday being re-united with his daughter (Anne Baxter), a waif now being exploited back in town by a hypocritical shopkeeper and his wife. Andrews partners up with Brennnan and they begin a lucrative trapping business. Returning to town, Andrews also takes up with Baxter after being jilted by his first sweetheart (Virginia Gilmore). When this woman in turn feels wronged she reports to the sheriff (Eugene Pallette) her suspicions that Andrews is tied up with escaped felon Brennan. This is of interest not only to the law, but to the evil Dorson brothers (Ward Bond, Guinn Williams), the men responsible for the murder Brennan was convicted of. Did I mention that a particularly slimy John Carradine is also in the film? The dialog is full of howl-inducing Hollywood-swampisms ("Thank ya kindly, Miz Hanah. I sure don't never wants to get lost-ed in that there swamp.") But the photography is beautiful, and features some very impressive sets that blend well with the location shots. Watch out for the terrifying death-by-bog featured at the end!
In the Heat of the Night - 7/10 - 2nd viewing. Plotwise fairly routine, with all the expected police procedure cliches and southern sleaziness. It's certainly on the nose with its preaching on tolerance, as most "message" films of its era tend to be. Aside from Scott Wilson the supporting is pretty weak; even Warren Oates comes off badly as a Barney Fife-ish moron. What makes this film work are the leads. It's nice to say Sidney Poitier playing a character a bit tougher and more self-reliant than his usual Magic Negro character; he must have loved the scene where he slaps Larry Gates around. Rod Steiger is a ham but it suits his character. The two play off each other well and make even the weaker moments of the film work. It's definitely a very atmospheric film and Ray Charles' title tune is great, though the balance of the score is very TV-ish.
In Cold Blood (1967) 9/10What an amazing movie. My only minor complaint is that Scott Wilson is not very good as one of the leads; Robert Blake is good as the other lead (made all the scarier knowing about what he did later in life... yeah, I know he was acquitted). That murder scene was spellbinding...
Scott Wilson not good? Daft it is then.This is just about a perfect film: great photography, wonderful score, good acting (even John Forsyth), everything clicks. My only problem would be the preaching re: the death penalty towards the end, which seems very out of place.