Showing posts with label francis lai. Show all posts
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Friday, May 9, 2014

Visit to a Chief’s Son (1974)



          Well-intentioned and bursting with impressive production values, the family-friendly adventure film Visit to a Chief’s Son depicts the friendship between a white American boy and a young member of the African Maasai tribe. Although the movie lacks sufficient dramatic conflict, Visit to a Chief’s Son is passable because it explores virtuous themes. The story begins when American anthropologist Robert (Richard Mulligan)—accompanied by his preteen son, Kevin (John Philip Hogdon)—travels to the eastern section of central Africa in order to film a solar eclipse. Robert quickly becomes interested in the Maasai tribe, whom he observes during filming. Adhering to pre-technological ways (the use of the pejorative term “primitive” is largely avoided), the Maasai hunt with spears and engage in bloody rituals of physical modification and strenuous challenge. Robert asks for permission to film the Maasai’s culture, but he meets with resistance from the chief, who fears being exploited. Meanwhile, Kevin befriends the chief’s son, Codonyo (Jesse Kinaru), and the two share such escapades as exploring forests and venturing to swimming holes. Yet Kevin makes several ignorant mistakes (e.g., inadvertently aiming a gun at the Maasai), so his presence complicates Robert’s quest for acceptance.
          This being a warm-hearted family picture, the outcome is never in much doubt, and, indeed, moving directly toward a predictable ending makes Visit to a Chief’s Son somewhat dull. That said, director Lamont Johnson keeps things brisk, and the plentiful images of African wildlife and of Maasai rituals are interesting. Critters on display include flamingos, hippos, jackals, lions, monkeys, reptiles, and zebras (to say nothing of the flies that buzz around every exposed patch of skin). Long National Geographic-type montages of Codonyo and Kevin wandering through the wilderness, with syrupy music by Francis Lai on the soundtrack, are underwhelming. Adding to the sleepiness of the piece are Hogdon’s non-presence as a performer and the fact that Mulligan’s comic gifts are never utilized. Costar Johnny Sekka, who plays a Maasai native educated in England, easily steals the picture by imparting a sense of dry irony; watching Sekka’s character reveal new skills at every turn is enjoyable. Alas, while the 88 minutes of Visit to a Chief’s Son offer fascinating glimpses at Maasai culture, the film’s entertainment value is ultimately nominal.

Visit to a Chief’s Son: FUNKY

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

The Games (1970)


A few months before they collectively hit paydirt with the sappy romantic tragedy Love Story (1970), star Ryan O’Neal, writer Erich Segal, and composer Francis Lai collaborated on The Games, an impressively produced but hopelessly trite drama about four long-distance runners preparing for their grueling competition in the Olympic marathon. Based on a novel by Hugh Atkinson, the movie follows parallel storylines, developing potboiler drama about what might or might not happen on the day of the big race in Rome. O’Neal plays Scott, an American stud accustomed to easily winning every race he enters; echoing the tragic strains of Love Story, he develops a heart condition and, thanks to the enabling behavior of his best bud (Sam Elliott), a habit of taking speed to maintain his edge during races. Michael Crawford, later to achieve fame as the star of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s stage production The Phantom of the Opera, plays Harry, a cheery British milkman who gets discovered and mentored by a merciless trainer (Stanley Baker) obsessed with breaking records. French actor/singer Charles Aznavour plays Pavel, an aging Czech runner enlisted by his Soviet overlords to reenter competition because Harry recently broke Pavel’s most famous speed record, which was a point of Soviet pride. Rounding out the cast is Athol Compton as Pintubi, a guileless Aborgine discovered and exploited by a sleazy Aussie promoter (Jeremy Kemp). Will Scott’s heart hold out? How will Harry fare when the brutal Italian heat exceeds 90 degrees? Can 40-year-old Pavel keep up with younger runners? And how will Pintubi fare, especially since he’s such a child of nature he prefers running barefoot? Discovering the answers to these questions involves a few fleeting moments of human drama, particularly in Harry’s storyline, but Segal’s writing, as in Love Story, is so superficial that the movie feels like an appetizer instead of a meal. The performances are generally fairly good, even if nearly every actor is forced to personify a cliché, and the production values are noteworthy since the picture was shot in Australia, Austria, England, Italy, and Japan. So, while The Games is pleasant and features many interesting details about world-class running, it’s completely forgettable.

The Games: FUNKY