Okay, I'll say it. I hate lists. Great movies, great books, the best actor, the prettiest actress, the worst, the ugliest...they seem pretty arbitrary because it's all subjective. I also find so much more to enjoy in little known films—rather than just the blockbusters of any time—that I usually ignore lists whenever possible.
My attitude not withstanding, it seems that the world loves to codify stuff, especially movies. That confession is not intended in any way as a criticism of anyone's desire to make lists. If that's fun for you, great. But, speaking solely for my Sunday-morning-slightly-ragged self, I think the following might be put back on the shelf as curios, rather than classics. They reflected some of the delusions and hopes of their time, but now seem synthetic to me. Many of the ones that I'd pick as non-classics might be very meaningful to others, and I think all of them qualify as interesting time capsules for the attitudes in the movies.
Not so classic:
Love Story: There are some nice shots of Cambridge and a cranky
Ray Milland and
John Marley are better than no good actors at all in this movie.
All the King's Men: I love
Broderick Crawford. Just not in this "important" film. And too much
John Ireland &
Mercedes McCambridge for me--though I know others enjoy these actors very much.
A Face in the Crowd and other films were better when it came to showing politics and corruption. That said, I really like Anne Seymour as Willie Stark's educated wife. Her warmth and quiet authority makes her small roles special for me.
Anne Seymour keeps her own counsel, letting hubby Brod have his swelled head until it's much too late.
The Seven Year Itch: mechanical, sleazy and how in heck did
Tom Ewell ever get into show biz?
Billy Wilder at his most heartless and cynical. Sorry, I know there are Marilyn fans who'd disagree, but this is just creepy.
Easy Rider: though I realize that this was groundbreaking, I never want to see another movie that glamorizes being smug while condescending to "normal" people again. I also have a lifelong enmity for
Dennis Hopper which I can't explain, but can't ignore. I actually like
Nicholson &
Fonda in some stuff they've done, though both can be terribly lazy, self-indulgent actors as well.
Fairly classic keepers:
Arsenic and Old Lace (1944): It's not the funniest movie ever made, but put it away, take it out after about two years, and you might find more laughs than you ever expected. Great cast, led by overly frantic but still likable
Cary Grant.
Gentleman's Agreement: Peck, by his own admission was in over his head in this part, and couldn't bring the humor or ambiguity needed to leaven his role with some humanity.
Anne Revere,
Dean Stockwell, and especially
Roy Roberts as the smoothly efficient resort manager who keeps the wheels of exclusivity well-oiled are swell. Never regret seeing any of them. Still, the one actor who makes this movie real instead of a dry, well-meaning liberal tract is
John Garfield, who is splendid in his supporting role.
Roy Roberts, one of the reasons for seeing this one, still.
Guess Who's Coming to Dinner: Sure, it's flawed if well-meaning, but it was a signpost to the future of race relations in this country. Miscegenation, though a plot point in melodramas since the teens, was never the same after this big ol' highly commercial movie brought it out into the living room, even if there were cheesy sets in some scenes, sitcom acting in others. All redeemed by
Spencer Tracy's last scene, ever. Oh, and let's not forget
Beah Richards as the wondrous
Sidney Poitier's mother.
Gone With the Wind: maybe not impressive if seen on home video. Go see it in a movie house sometime if you can. Not a great movie, but an engaging one & I've liked
Vivien Leigh more in other films, esp.
St. Martin's Lane &
Waterloo Bridge. Should also be seen as the twisted history lesson it is in some context.
The Ten Commandments: Again, get thee to a revival house and see it on a big screen. Love the hokiness,
Yul Brynner,
Edward G. Robinson's "where's your God now, Moses, nyah, nyah?" routine, & the sheer spectacle of the goofy thing. Besides, other than the underrated but overlong
Exodus (1960), few movies about Judaism really cross all lines to create the mass appeal of this movie. Part of our heritage & enormous fun. As to the late
Heston's role, the 10 commandments don't seem to be the only thing carved of stone here, but I still enjoy looking at the guy. I don't have to like all his acting or political choices to appreciate his presence.