Clive Owen plays cards close to his chest in compelling ‘Croupier’ revisited after 25 years

Clive Owen and critic Stephen Farber discuss “Croupier” Wednesday night at the Laemmle Royal in Los Angeles.

Writers are a bit like gamblers. They look for lucky breaks, they hope agents or editors will give their work a chance, they meet deadlines with a nervous mix of triumph and trepidation. Win, lose or break even, they keep taking the bet.

This comparison comes to life in “Croupier,” a British neo-noir directed by Mike Hodges and starring Clive Owen, which released in the US in 2000 and put Owen on the path to Hollywood stardom. The film screened Wednesday night at the Laemmle Royal, as part of the Anniversary Classics Series, with Owen in attendance.

Clive Owen plays it cool in the casino.

Owen plays Jack Manfred, a man in need of a job and a writer in search of material. He finds it amid the grit, stale glamour and greed at the Golden Lion casino in London – a job his cheerful grifter father Jack Sr. (Nicholas Ball) has secured for him. His dad likely has had more downs than ups in his business ventures, but breezily pretends to be a big success.

Night after night, cooly detached Jack sees people at their worst as he encounters shady players, sweaty addicts and sexy ladies. While we see him deal cards, we hear the voiceover of his novel in progress based on his observations at the casino – his inner monologue is reminiscent of the flashback VO recounted by screenwriter Joe Gillis (William Holden) in “Sunset Boulevard” (Billy Wilder, 1950).

Gina McKee as Marion sits by her man, Jack (Clive Owen).

When not working, Jack is writing or sleeping, and friction grows with his supportive, supremely loyal, live-in girlfriend Marion (Gina McKee), a department-store security guard. She’s put off by the cynical tone of his book and by the main character who enjoys seeing people lose.

Though Jack says he cannot tolerate cheaters and claims he never gambles, he is a scribe on the sly, after all, and it’s not long before he performs some slick shuffling of his moral code – his risk-taking begins with entanglements that put his job on the line. He’s drawn to co-worker Bella (Kate Hardie) and flirts with a mysterious casino patron hailing from South Africa named Jani (Alex Kingston). “If you don’t call me, I’ll understand, but I hope that you do,” she informs him matter of factly, as she hands him her phone number.

Yani (Alex Kingston) does her femme fatale finest to lure Jack into a scheme.

Not surprisingly, this cig-puffing femme fatale leads Jack further down the road of debauchery, tempting him with a simple role in an inside-job robbery. Steely-eyed, laconic Jack exudes an enigmatic intensity and shows little to no emotion – except on the rare occasion when he completely loses control.

Fast paced with brisk editing and harsh, bleak lighting (nary a noir shadow here), “Croupier” is smart, engrossing, entertaining and laced with moments of dry humor.

Paul Mayersberg’s suspenseful script touches on sexual politics, class divisions, family dynamics, creating art, the duality of human nature and the randomness of existence. If the ending is slightly pat, it doesn’t spoil the story. Owen gives a fine performance as the unflinching anti-hero and his fellow cast members meet him every step of the way, each shining in their roles.

At Wednesday’s screening, critic Stephen Farber and veteran producer/marketing luminary Mike Kaplan introduced the film. Known for his ingenuity and dogged tenacity, Kaplan rescued “Croupier” from almost-certain obscurity. Released with virtually no promotion, the movie (which reportedly had a budget of £3 million) didn’t do well in England.


Director Mike Hodges (1932-2022) remarked at the time, “It wasn’t released. It escaped.” Hodges also directed “Get Carter” (1971), “Pulp” (1972), “Flash Gordon” (1980) and reunited with both Owen and Kaplan for 2003’s “I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead.” He hoped “Croupier” would fare better in America if Kaplan got involved.

“It played for a week in London and it was gone,” said Kaplan. “It was a tragedy because it’s a great movie, but it wasn’t recognized as such … It had an amazing texture of violence with a lot of integrity. It’s technically perfect and it introduced Clive Owen to an international audience in a performance that’s unlike any other.”

Humphrey Bogart, shown here in 1940, was one of many actors’ names critics mentioned in their reviews of “Croupier.” Last year, in a TV miniseries, Owen played Sam Spade, one of Bogart’s most iconic roles.

So, Kaplan championed the film – coming up with a brilliant ad campaign highlighting major actors Owen had been compared to in critics’ reviews. The esteemed list included Humphrey Bogart, Richard Widmark, Robert Mitchum, Sean Connery, James Mason, Nicolas Cage, Paul Newman and Clint Eastwood. “It played at the Fairfax Theatre (now closed) for two weeks and ran at the Aero, which was a second-run theater at the time, for several months,” said Kaplan.

Farber summed up: “It turned out to be a tremendous success and everybody in Hollywood took notice.”

After the film, Owen talked with Farber. Already an established actor in England, Owen recalled that the script intrigued him, especially the dialogue, which was not naturalistic. “The combination of Mike Hodges who’s very specific, very noir, very grounded and Paul Mayersberg who’s very intellectual and abstract in some ways [results in] the scenes having a kind of heightened quality,” said Owen.

Farber asked him to talk about his co-stars. “It was a great cast Mike Hodges put together,” said Owen. “The actors embraced the non-naturalistic style of dialogue and when you’re all committed to it, then the thing can sing.”

Owen added that he loves noir and has returned to the genre over the course of his career, most recently playing Dashiell Hammett’s famous private detective in the “Monsieur Spade” TV miniseries, which ran last year on AMC.

Actress Gina McKee epitomizes the good-girl archetype.

During the audience Q&A, noted Los Angeles writer and publisher of artsmeme.com, Debra Levine asked Owen to share his thoughts about the three female characters and the actresses who played them. She pointed out, in classic noir, there’s a bombshell who brings the character down and, in this film, the women have different trajectories, especially Gina McKee’s character.

Owen responded: “I actually think all the women in their own way are very strong in this movie. They’re all very independent. When I look at it, I think it’s refreshing. I think they are really great parts for women. They’re interesting and they’re powerful women. I think, especially considering it was made 25 years ago, they’re really well written parts and were fun to play. They were all really good actresses as well.”

For him, he acknowledged, the film was a major gear change, radically shifting everything. Said Owen: “It’s something that stayed with me ever since.”

 

FNB talks film noir with Paris-based critic Lisa Nesselson

Hope you are getting to your gatherings and getting ready to indulge!

This is a quick chat (shot quick and gritty and a tad noisy) that I had last month at the Chicago film festival with film critic Lisa Nesselson. A longtime resident of Paris, Lisa is a Chicago native. She is also charming, brilliant and delightfully funny. Lisa contributed to Variety from Paris from 1990 through 2007 and now writes for Screen International.

Additionally, from 1986-2001, she wrote the irreverent monthly film pages of the Paris Free Voice. A contributor to the BBC World Service and a former Radio France International anchor, her book-length translations from French to English include biographies of Clint Eastwood, Simone de Beauvoir and Cinémathèque Française founder Henri Langlois.

On the radar: Battle of the Blondes begins, AFI fest kicks off, poets ponder Los Angeles noir

Marilyn in "The Asphalt Jungle" tops the TCM list.

One more reason to love Turner Classic Movies: The network has compiled a list of 10 favorite movie moments featuring Marilyn Monroe. The list comes as TCM gears up for its Battle of the Blondes this month, which kicks off Nov. 2 with a Marilyn Monroe double feature.

First on the fave moments list is Marilyn looking up at Louis Calhern in the classic noir “The Asphalt Jungle” from 1950 directed by John Huston. Third on the list is her sexy walk in “Niagara,” Henry Hathaway’s 1953 Technicolor noir. (“Niagara” and 1959’s “Some Like It Hot” by Billy Wilder are tonight’s double bill.)

Throughout November, TCM will celebrate Hollywood’s greatest blondes. Each Monday and Wednesday night’s lineup will feature two blondes going head-to-head in a pair of double features, including Marilyn Monroe and Jayne Mansfield on Nov. 2, Veronica Lake and Lana Turner on Nov. 7, Judy Holliday and Jean Harlow on Nov. 9, Marlene Dietrich and Ursula Andress on Nov. 14, Carole Lombard and Mae West on Nov. 16, Janet Leigh and Brigitte Bardot on Nov. 21, Betty Grable and Doris Day on Nov. 23, Julie Christie and Diana Dors on Nov. 28 and Grace Kelly and Kim Novak on Nov. 30.

Leonardo DiCaprio

Best of the fest: The AFI FEST 2011, the American Film Institute’s annual celebration of international cinema from modern masters and emerging filmmakers, starts Nov. 3 with Clint Eastwood’s “J. Edgar,” starring Leonardo DiCaprio.

Noir gems include “Eyes Without a Face,” “The Killers,” “Nightmare Alley” “Le Cercle Rouge,” “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia” and “We Need to Talk About Kevin.” Topping my new-viewing list is: “Miss Bala,” “Art History,” “Carnage,” “Shame,” “Kill List” and “The Artist.”

The festival runs through Nov. 10 in Hollywood and I look forward to covering it.

Lines to remember: Continuing through Nov. 13, the Los Angeles Poetry Festival is hosting Night and the City: L.A. Noir in Poetry, Fiction and Film. There are readings, screenings and discussions in various locations. I’ve marked my calendar for the Raymond Chandler open reading on Nov. 6 in Hollywood.

One of Fritz Lang’s finest films, ‘The Big Heat’ is a lean, gripping suspense story

Fritz Lang

The Big Heat/1953/Columbia Pictures/89 min.

“When a barfly gets killed, it could be for any one of a dozen crummy reasons,” says Police Lt. Ted Wilks (Willis Bouchey) in “The Big Heat.” Fritz Lang’s grim but gratifying crime drama from 1953 is laced with violence that’s still a bit shocking even by today’s standards.

Barflys don’t get much sympathy in the fictional city of Kenport, an upstanding community full of white-picket fences and happy homemakers that also harbors a flourishing criminal empire and rampant police corruption.

Gloria Grahame and Glenn Ford star in “The Big Heat.”

Wilks is talking to an upright cop, Det. Sgt. Dave Bannion (easy on the eyes Glenn Ford), about the torture and murder of Lucy Chapman (Dorothy Green). Lucy was the girlfriend of police sergeant Tom Duncan, also dead; his suicide is the film’s opening scene.

Tom’s widow Bertha (Jeanette Nolan) is not what you’d call crushed at her husband’s demise and she’s martini-dry as she answers questions from Bannion. Bertha claims her husband was ill, hence the suicide. Bannion got a rather different story from Lucy Chapman.

Unlike Tom Duncan, Bannion seems to have a perfect wife, the golden-haired Katie (Jocelyn Brando, Marlon’s sister), and a cute little daughter, named Joyce. As Mr. and Mrs. Bannion share smokes, sips of drinks and steaks, they banter easily and make each other laugh.

In addition to questioning barflies and ungrieving widows, Bannion noses into the business of an oily mobster named Mike Lagana (Alexander Scourby), a vicious operator whose right-hand man is the lithe and snarling Vince Stone (Lee Marvin).

The incomparable Gloria Grahame plays Debby Marsh, Stone’s inamorata. Debby spends most of her time shopping, drinking and looking at herself in the mirror. What’s not to like? As she tells Bannion: “I’ve had it rich and I’ve had it poor. Believe me, rich is better.”

(In, 1954, Ford and Grahame starred in another Lang noir, “Human Desire,” a film version of Émile Zola’s novel “La Bête Humaine”/“The Human Beast.”)

Grahame and Ford have sizzling chemistry.

Shortly after the exchange in Lagana’s living room, a car bomb meant for Bannion kills the lovely Katie. Bannion doesn’t take much time to mourn; instead, with eyes glazed, he’s hellbent on proving the link between the police and Lagana’s mob. Suspended from the force, he seeks vengeance on his own, setting the pace for ’70s vigilante cops such as Clint Eastwood‘s Dirty Harry. As Bannion obsesses over hate and revenge, in a chilling transformation of character, he becomes the moral equivalent of the gangsters he despises.

Known for stark, intense visuals, here director Lang contrasts gloomy, barlike shadows that bind the characters to their destiny with shocks of scouring white light suggesting revelation. Lang was also known for being difficult with cast and crew, but Ford for one never saw Lang’s tyrannical side.

In “Glenn Ford: A Life” by Peter Ford, the famed actor describes his experience: “Fritz Lang came out of the old German studio system, where the director was like a dictator, barking commands and making people jump. He had a pretty nasty reputation in some quarters. There were people in Hollywood who had worked with him who hated his guts, especially some of the crew guys down the line. I mean, there were stories of people throwing lights at him and threatening to kill him for the way he treated them.

“So I head into this picture wondering how bad it’s going to be. And then Fritz and I met and had a couple of cocktails, and he couldn’t have been sweeter. He treated me with great respect. A wonderful friend, and I learned so much from him. We’re talking about one of the real geniuses of the movie business.”

Gloria Grahame and Lee Marvin: a couple with, um, a problem or two.

“The Big Heat” drew inspiration from real-life events a few years before the film was made. When the U.S. Senate set up the Kefauver Committee to probe organized crime, televised hearings brought the Mafia into the consciousness of the American public. Sydney Boehm wrote the script from a serial by William P. McGivern in the Saturday Evening Post.

And of course, any time crime’s on the rise, you know loose women are involved, which brings me to the pièce de résistance: Grahame as Debby. Though she doesn’t get a huge amount of screentime, she’s funny and fresh, and brims over with sexpot charm – striking the perfect balance between waifish, wide-eyed vulnerability and pleasure-seeking sophistication.

Once Debby realizes the depth of Vince’s depravity – burning a young woman’s hand with his cigarette is small potatoes to this guy – she switches her loyalty to the righteous but rigid Bannion. And when Vince learns of her betrayal, she gets burned, literally, with a pot of boiling coffee. We hear, but don’t see, Debby’s wounded reaction in one of the most famous moments in the movies.

With her looks gone, Debby tells Bannion everything she knows and commits the murder that will bring down the syndicate. Oh, and throwing coffee? Two can play at that game. I’d like to see a Starbucks barrista do better.