When do we live?

NEVERENDING FILM FESTIVAL #390

Watching a movie...

if…. (1968)
If I Had a Million (1932)
If I Had My Way (1940)
Dear Albania (2015)
The Nutty Professor (1963)

every movie ever made, in alphabetical order
(we’re in the I’s, with random anti-alphabetical cheats)

if…. (1968)

In a British boarding school the size of a castle, hundreds of boys buzz about, endlessly inspected and corrected by elder students called ‘whips’, and taking orders from teachers and administrators who’ve mastered life’s emptiest platitudes.

“Work. Play. But don’t mix the two.”

This is a Christian academy, full of prayers and hymns and sermons, and also a military school, with simulated war games involving even the youngest of the boys, but the school’s main curriculum is conformity. The slightest whisper of individuality is grounds for punishment, students are allowed no privacy, and a few of the teachers are pervs.

As the new school year begins, here comes Mick (introducing Malcolm McDowell), who brings tenuous rebellion into this swirl of cruelty and anxiety. “When do we live?” he asks. “That’s what I want to know.”

This is a fine entry in the coming-of-age-in-a-boarding-house genre, but also something different. Director Lindsay Anderson filmed it at his alma mater, presumably intended as a hate letter to the place, and also an unkind allegory for all of Western Civilization.

The film switches repeatedly from color to black-and-white and back to color. At first I thought the switches signified flashbacks in time, or possibly flashforwards of imagination, but it’s random. The real reason for the switch, I think, is to keep you uncertain about what you’re seeing. The movie ended an hour ago, and I’m still unsure, but it’s sure something special.

Verdict: BIG YES.

♦ ♦ ♦

If I Had a Million (1932)

A rich old bastard is close to death, his doctors tell him, but he’s healthy enough to be up and about and shouting at people like rich bastards do. He won’t let himself die because there’s nobody he’d want to leave his fortune to, so he decides to give it away, a million bucks at a time, to people selected at random from the phone book.

We see these giveaways in a series of vignettes, with benefactors including a worker who quits his job in a joyous rampage, a forger who finds it difficult to cash an honest check, a soldier who simply doesn’t believe the windfall is for real and endorses his check away for ten bucks credit at a diner, etc.

None of the segments are bad, most are quite good, and a few are spectacular: a hooker-turned-millionaire rents a swanky hotel room, stashes the bed’s second pillow in a closet, and sleeps alone. A lady finds her way out of a nearly unlivable but probably accurate pre-Social Security home for the elderly.

“Oh, I tell you, there ain’t any jail made of steel or stone that can hold a body prisoner as tight as one built of old age and lack of money.”

The all-star cast includes Mary Boland, Gary Cooper, WC Fields, Charles Laughton, George Raft, May Robson, Charlie Ruggles, and Alison Skipworth. 17 writers are credited, including Ernst Lubitsch and Joseph L Mankiewitz. Seven directors each turned in a segment or two.

Fields & Skipworth’s episode is jammed with comic but very real auto wrecks, amusing as heck but out of place in what’s otherwise a mostly serious movie.

Sudden riches are a fantasy as old as money, with almost universal appeal if the story’s told well. This one tells it quite well.

Verdict: YES, and it would be a BIG YES without WC Fields and all the car wrecks.

♦ ♦ ♦

If I Had My Way (1940)

Bing Crosby and a young girl with no last name, just Gloria Jean, star in this nonsensical fluff. Bing is a master bridge-builder, responsible for San Francisco’s Bay and Golden Gate Bridges, and he’s also a song-and-dance man. And the kid sings, too, with a voice that’s painfully opera-esque.

Gloria Jean’s father promptly falls off a bridge and splatters, so Uncle Bing delivers her to be raised by relatives in New York, which leads to drama with a scoundrelly uncle and more opportunities to burst into so-so song.

There’s blackface, and never another word about building bridges. The kid’s cute, and went on to a featured role in Jerry Lewis’s Ladies Man, but…

“I know that song!”

“Why don’t you sing it?”

No, why don’t you don’t.

Verdict: MAYBE.

♦ ♦ ♦

Dear Albania (2015)

Eliza Dushku is an American actress you might remember from Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Arnie Schwarzenegger’s True Lies. She’s of Albanian heritage on her father’s side, so she takes a vacation to Albania and brings a camera crew, for this hour-long documentary.

All across Albania, there are castles and kindly shopkeepers and Albanian politicians and opera singers and distant Dushku relatives for Eliza to hobnob with. Here’s the Albanian Riviera, but we can’t stay more than a minute, sorry, because there are ruins to rush through, before Eliza meets a stray dog, and a guy strumming a guitar, and Eliza goes to a cafe, and a nightclub, and here’s an extended look at Eliza’s family tree.

The film detours to Kosovo and Macedonia and Montenegro, and you’ll never guess what’s in all these places — Albanian celebrities and/or shopkeepers and/or Dushkus who want to chat with Eliza.

Her brother Nate directs, and ensures that no shot in the film lasts more than four seconds. You’ll be fascinated, if you’re obsessively Albanian or part of the Dushku family tree.

Verdict: NO.

♦ ♦ ♦

The Nutty Professor (1963)

Here’s Jerry Lewis in his two most unlikable roles — first his famous spazzy guy shtick, and then an arrogant man who believes he’s brilliant.

Professor Spazzy Guy is bullied by a college student in his class, but instead of having the student expelled he decides to remake himself as more of a manly man. The gym is too much work (agreed!) so his self-recreation is via chemistry, making this a Jekyll & Hyde without the murders.

Lewis’s out-of-control alter ego is rude to everyone and loves only himself. It’s gutsy of Lewis to play a character so thoroughly insufferable — essentially himself, one suspects — but it’s not particularly funny, and often the opposite of that. The film offers half a dozen chuckles, but far more cringes.

Verdict: NO.

6/20/2025

Logo illustration by Jeff Meyer. No talking once the lights dim, and only real butter on the popcorn, not that fake yellow stuff. 

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10 responses to “When do we live?”

  1. granville Avatar
    granville

    Hahaha, “Dear Albania” sounds like someone got a budget to make a home movie. One of the better books I read this year was a biography of Enver Hoxha. The life of the dictator of some tiny country sounds tedious as hell but anything can be good if it’s about people and this was, from the big fish in a little pond himself, the comrades coerced into toadies, the toadies who didn’t toady enough and the people who refused to toady and were, inexplicably to themselves most of all, allowed for some reason to stay alive. Still not for everyone but sounds like it was better than Eliza Dushku’s vacation pix.

    1. Doug Holland Avatar

      Albania has never fascinated me, so I’m seriously surprised that I knew who the heck Enver Hoxha was, before confirming it at Wikipedia. In the process I learned, just now, that the last king of Albania was a fellow named Zog. I know nothing about him, and I’ll assume he was horrendous, but if I had to live under a king, give me one with a cool name like Zog.

      [This is me, typing slightly stoned at 2 in the morning…]

      1. granville Avatar
        granville

        Zog’s son was nearly 7 feet tall and spent much of his life in white supremacist Rhodesia before trying and failing repeatedly to stoke insurrections in Albania to restore him to the throne. He also gave Ronald Reagan a pet elephant. You may be stoned but I am 100% serious lol

        1. Doug Holland Avatar

          What did Reagan do with the elephant? Gave it to the Republican Party, probably, or had his chef whip up an elephant burger. I am not surprised that the degree of separation between Reagan and white supremacy remains less than one.

          You’re a bright guy, who reads across a gamut of books and facts and history. Means you’re smart and informed, and keeps you smart and thanks for informing me. Most of the people who comment here seem smart, but I am not so intellectually adventurous.

          Despite being born and living my whole life in America, it’s been a lifelong mission trying and failing to make sense of this kooky place. America’s what I’m always reading about, when I’m reading. Never Albania or France or even Britain, because it’s an obvious impossibility that I could ever make sense of some *foreign* culture.

          German and Russian movies subtitled in English is as foreign as I’ve ever gotten. I ain’t even wild about sushi.

          1. granville Avatar
            granville

            Doug I have breaking news that there is an internet elephant database! According to its information, the gifted elephant was donated to the Sacramento zoo but died shortly thereafter.

            https://www.elephant.se/database2.php?elephant_id=5445

            Apparently it wasn’t even the only elephant. Sri Lanka gave Reagan an elephant too, which also almost immediately died.

            https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jayathu

            1. Doug Holland Avatar

              Jayathu died of “a parasitic fluke infection,” says Wikipedia. I’ve been suffering from that my whole life.

  2. Henry L. Racicot Avatar

    Jerry was playing Dean Martin, not himself.

    1. Doug Holland Avatar

      Oh. Whoa. Was that the intent? Dean Martin never flashed across my cranium while watching the flick, but now that you mention Dino, it fits perfectly. Whoosh — it flew right over my head.

      1. Henry L. Racicot Avatar

        Lewis denied Buddy Love was Dean Martin, but only after the two had reconciled. Here’s a pretty good little article:

        https://brightlightsfilm.com/dean-martin-jerry-lewis-vs-julius-kelp-buddy-love/

        1. Doug Holland Avatar

          So it’s a critical interpretation, but denied by the artist.

          I was reading a few days ago about Lindsay Anderson, director of If…., who did interviews after the movie and for the rest of his life where people asked him about its meaning, and sometimes he answered. My impression is that answering is a mistake. The art needs to stand on its own, without interpretation-coaching by the artist.

          Which is mostly irrelevant, just what pooped into my head this AM.

          Lewis said it wasn’t intended to be Dino, I’ll take him at his word, but disagreeing is allowed, and no more or less likely to be valid.

          To me, his Buddy Love alter-ego in the movie seemed like Jerry Lewis playing Jerry Lewis in decades of his annual telethons. Exactly the same character, down to the clothes, the singing, the smarm, and the cigarette smoke.

          That article you linked supposed that The Nutty Professor might’ve been Lewis’s best film. Is that a common critical consensus? Cuz holy crapoly, I’ve seen most of his films as a kid and a few as an adult, and TNP *was* kinda funny, but it was the unfunniest Lewis film I can remember.

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