I previous wrote a rather sentimental tribute to Mayberry and The Andy Griffith Show–and praised the themes of Barry Manilow’s CD, Fifteen Minutes, on the corrupting influence of fame–and strangely enough, I’ve now found a movie that combines the two! A few years before landing in Mayberry, Andy Griffith starred in A Face in the Crowd…and was not playing the Sheriff Andy Taylor we know and love.
The movies opens with Marcia Jeffries (Patricia Neal), who arrives at a small-town jail looking for material for her local radio program. There she finds Larry Rhodes (Andy Griffith), locked up with his guitar, under a week’s sentence for drunk and disorderly conduct. Dubbing him “Lonesome Rhodes,” she convinces him to come host at the radio station. His mix of humor, stories and singing takes off, catapulting Lonesome into national fame. But Marcia finds herself in the role of Dr. Frankenstein as fame goes to Lonesome’s head and he spirals out of control.
IMDB tells me this was Griffith’s film debut, and that it has been described as “stunning.” It really is. It was filmed before The Andy Griffith Show, but the context now is unavoidable, and I think it strengthens the movie. While I can’t imagine Andy Taylor ever in jail for being “drunk and disorderly” (actually, that could make a good plot, if it was a mix-up…), Lonesome still seems rather like a rough-edged Andy Taylor when we first meet him. He’s got the accent, the guitar and the big grin–and you can almost ignore the feeling that there’s something just a bit off about his open-mouthed laugh. Continue reading “Movie Review: A Face in the Crowd, starring Andy Griffith”
I know I read The Invisible Man by H. G. Wells some ten or fifteen years ago–and I must have completely forgotten it. Frankly, if I had remembered it more clearly, I don’t think I would have reread it! But since I did (well, listened to it on audio), I’m counting it as a read for
I recently did a reread (by audiobook) of Because of Winn-Dixie by Kate DiCamillo–and realized I’d forgotten pretty much all of the book–and remembered anew why I get so annoyed by the notion that kids books can’t deal with complex themes and ideas.
I recently found myself with a long drive coming up and–no audiobook to hand! So naturally I snatched up And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie, read by Hugh Fraser–a narrator I’ve encountered with Christie before, and already on the shelf at my local library.