Just like the Jeopardy category Before & After.
The answer is a combination of two movie titles.
First one...
Matthew McConaughey is a lawyer who teams up with Uma Thurman to exact vengeance.
BullSchmidt had our inaugural correct answer with...A Time to Kill Bill
A U.S. Naval captain shows signs of mental instability, including rolling steel balls in his hands and raising hell over strawberries. When he jeopardizes the ship by steaming over his own towline, that combined with the savage on-board conditions imposed by the captain trigger a mutiny led by officer Vito Corleone. Shot on location at Pitcairn Island.
shareCaine Mutiny on the Bounty. Every time I see Caine I'm reminded what a great actor Fred MacMurray was, here playing a scumbag but easily he can play an Absent Minded Professor.
shareThe Caine Mutiny is one of my favorite novels and movies. I agree, MacMurray did a fine job with his role, the amiable rogue who turns out to be a real snake. And the was so much talent among even the minor roles -- E. G. Marshall, Lee Marvin, Claude Akins, Jerry Paris, et cetera. Pity they picked Robert Francis for the lead role. I'd say his acting was wooden but that would be an insult to trees.
Another "flaw" is that some of the actors were way too old for their roles. Humphrey Bogart was in his early fifties, whereas Queeg, an Academy graduate and lieutenant commander, should have been about thirty and was written that way in the novel. Tom Keefer's age wasn't specified in the novel but to the extent it can be inferred, Fred MacMurray was too old for that role. People didn't care about that sort of thing back then, and some care too much now. Does it matter? I dunno. I was remarking to someone the other day that while Audrey Hepburn gave a great performance in My Fair Lady, she was also way too old for her part, literally about twice the character's age -- she was in her mid-thirties but Eliza Doolittle was supposed to be barely legal.
I just finished watching Rio Bravo and loved Angie Dickinson's character but still have trouble accepting her romance with 52 year old John Wayne, So many movies in the fifties had 20 year age gaps between the leads that it seemed Hollywood invented the idea of a trophy wife.
shareAgreed. I've sometimes wondered if that sort of casting was wish fulfillment on the parts of older male studio executives, directors, et cetera.
shareA slight young man hoping to support his orphaned siblings is rejected by everyone accept the army in WW2 while another young man is depressed in college that his father tries to help him.
shareSal Paradise and Dean Moriarty accept treasure-diving work in Bali for a local princess and they find treasure, love and trouble. Starring Bob Hope as "Allen Ginsburg."
shareOn the Road to Bali
Hope as Ginsberg..ha! That would be something indeed.
That's it!
I met Allen Ginsberg once (I see now that I misspelled his name above). He visited a college class I was taking, on beat/hip literature of the 1950s and 1960s. We read On The Road, Howl, The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, and several other books. He was sixty or close to it, and his looks reflected the torture he had given his body over his life by abusing various substances. Imagine that you took a wax bust of a man's head, carved deep wrinkles in it with a razor blade, then set it in hot sunlight long enough for it to slightly melt so everything sagged a little. That's what his face looked like.
To make matters worse, he was perhaps the most unkempt man I've ever met. He had long, stringy hair down to his shoulders which looked like it hadn't been properly washed in a week. His clothes were worn far beyond the point where they should have been trashed and looked like he had worn them for three days straight, including sleeping in them.
I got a good, close up look at him because he smoked, and when he asked if he could bum a cigarette I had a pack handy. He grinned and said something like, "hey, my new best friend," and sat down near me. He bummed another one later on, which I didn't mind. But it wasn't really me or my cigarettes he was interested. Sitting near me was an excuse to sit next to one of my fellow students, a guy I'll call Rob. (Not his real name.)
I have to tell you a little about Rob. He was one of those guys who looked considerably younger than he was. About 5'4", thin and delicate frame, birdlike facial features, light blond hair. He was twenty but I doubt that he shaved yet. To make things worse, this was at the height of the preppy craze. I never got into that myself, but he was never seen in public in anything other than a button-down shirt and khaki pants or some similar outfit, meticulously ironed. I don't know if he thought that made him look older but it had the opposite effect. More than anything he looked like a little boy on his way to visit an elderly, affluent, conservative, high society grandmother. With his looks, and dressed that way, he could have passed for fourteen.
The homosexual Ginsberg had planted himself right next to Rob and was making his interest obvious. Sitting too close to him. Responding too eagerly when Rob said anything. Letting his hand "accidentally" touch Rob sometimes. You get the idea.
The thoroughly heterosexual Rob was caught between Scylla and Charybdis. He couldn't openly rebuff Ginsberg's advances because Ginsberg was an honored guest. And he certainly didn't want to encourage the advances. So he pretty much just sat there and quietly took it. Meanwhile, the repulsive Ginsberg -- review my description above -- kept at it.
Later, when I was leaving the building to go to my next class I heard the door open behind me. It was Rob. I said to him, "You feel like throwing up? Nobody would blame you."
Rob looked at me, laughed, and said, "Holy shit, what a creep."
Years later I ran into the professor's wife on the Internet. She was also a literary type, a flower child/hippie sort of person. She had published several works and knew the scene and various personalities. We had gotten to be friends while I was taking the class and renewed our acquaintance with several emails. I related the incident to her, and she responded that Ginsberg did that all the time and was known for it, in fact it was probably the reason he visited college classes, so he could prowl for young meat.
Holy shit, what a creep.
Interesting brush with history. Doesn't surprise me in the least. The list of things that famous/powerful people are allowed to get away with is disturbing beyond belief. It happens in every field and academia is no exception. I recently read a similar story about the "great" Philip Roth which said that he would have faculty assistants essentially act as pimps by filling his classes with attractive young women. This was at an age when he was old enough to be a grandfather. He wrote like a creep because he was one.
shareI think what flabbergasts me the most about the Ginsberg episode, in retrospect, was his appearance. The man was truly hideous, and I can't imagine anyone, gay male or otherwise, wanting to be in close physical contact with him. If you're looking for action, at least comb your hair! Maybe he thought, "I'm Allen Ginsberg, that's enough."
In academia, there's power plus opportunity plus the presence of barely legal persons, some of whom are in fine physical shape. So that sort of thing happens. Probably every college campus has some liaisons of that nature. In one of my undergrad classes, a professor mentioned in conversation that she was going out of town that weekend on some sort of nature retreat but needed to buy binoculars, as she had misplaced hers. A student spoke up and said he'd be happy to lend his to her, gave his dorm room number, and said he'd be there at a certain time that afternoon. She thanked him and said she couldn't get away from the office but that if he'd bring the binoculars to her she'd be grateful.
That teacher and I had got to know each other pretty well by that time -- I was headed into academia myself, and by that time I was a research assistant and teaching assistant in the department. Knowing my career plans, she mentioned the episode the next time she saw me and passed on some advice. She said that because of sexual scandals, and even the mere suspicion of them, she made it a policy to never set foot in the dormitories, not even during summer vacations when they were unoccupied. Same with any student's apartment, for those who lived off campus. She felt it necessary to be able to truthfully testify under oath that she had never been in those places, should the need ever arise for her to swear to it.
Good policy. Anyone who's seen Oleanna knows one should always be wary of anything that smacks of the slightest bit of impropriety.
shareIn an era where superheroes are commonly known and accepted, young Homer Hickam, the son of the Commander and Jetstream, tries to find a balance between being a normal teenager and an extraordinary being as he, inspired by the first Sputnik launch, studies rocketry against his father's wishes.
shareA former cop and virtual reality addict turned street-hustler accidentally uncovers a conspiracy in Los Angeles in 1999 as he systematically addicts his new bride so that they can share his "passion" together.
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