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With Joe Meyers, entertainment writer

‘Trial by Fury’: no room for doubt on the Internet

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preston2It has probably happened to all of us at one time or another.

You see something really dumb on Facebook or Twitter or some website — something you know is inaccurate — and in the hopes of sorting out the mess, you put a correction in the comments section.

Instead of gratitude, the response is a torrent of anger or worse.

It only takes a few of these encounters for most of us to decide to stay out of online controversies.

In a fascinating new Amazon Kindle Single, “Trial by Fury,” the journalist and novelist Douglas Preston writes about the terrible anger he encountered after he decided to write and talk about the Amanda Knox case because of his own knowledge of Italian justice and the slipshod (to say the least) prosecutor who handled the case, Giuliano Mignini.

Preston had encountered Mignini while researching his bestselling book, “The Monster of prestonFlorence,” on a baffling Italian serial killer case in which young people parked in lover’s lane areas were brutally murdered.

The writer originally went to Italy to research a novel, but became fascinated by the murders and teamed up with an Italian journalist who had covered the case, Mario Spezi.

Mignini was so wedded to his own completely unsubstantiated Satanic cult theory explaining the murders that he fought the two writers and then went so far as to implicate them in the crimes.

Preston was able to leave the country, but Mignini did jail time before the whole absurd situation was resolved. It was Preston’s knowledge of Mignini that caused him to look into the Knox case and write an afterword for the paperback version of “The Monster of Florence” in which he pointed out that the young American would never have been charged with murder in this country due to the lack of any substantial evidence.

When the writer was interviewed by a Seattle reporter about his findings, all hell broke lose on the Internet from those who were convinced that Knox was guilty from the moment the Italian investigators — led by Mignini — zeroed in on her.

“…the comments poured in,” Preston writes. “I was stunned at their ferociousness against Amanda. But what surprised me even more were the blazing personal attacks against me…They claimed that my interest in Amanda was sexual. They said I was mentally ill. They said I was a racist.”

Preston tried to respond to his critics but “Finally, I came to my senses. I couldn’t believe that I had gotten sucked in and become almost as crazy as they were. But it made me wonder: Who are these people? And why would so many people, unconnected with either the victim or the accused, with no skin in the game, devote their time and energy to seeing this girl punished — and to villifying all those who came to her defense?”

In “Trial by Fury” Preston goes on to interview Web experts and sociologists for explanations of this bizarre contemporary phenomemon of becoming so violently passionate about events that have no direct connection to our own lives.

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Why do so many nice people enjoy tales of murder?

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malice3That was one of the questions buzzing in my head as I hung out at the 25th annual Malice Domestic conference in the Washington, D.C. suburbs last weekend.

600 writers and fans were there to celebrate the sub-genre which some call “cozies” and others call traditional mysteries. These are the books in the Agatha Christie and Rex Stout vein which avoid the gore and profanity of many contemporary thrillers and hard-boiled mysteries.

In many cases, the books present amateur sleuths in idyllic small town settings similar to Jessica Fletcher and Cabot Cove, Maine, in the long-running CBS series “Murder, She Wrote.”

The traditional genre also encompasses the more cerebral, low-tech detective mysteries of contemporary writers like P.D. James and Malice international guest of honor Peter Robinson.

In the annual “Malice Remembers” tribute to major figures who are no longer with us, the conference honored Brit Dick Francis whose racetrack mysteries were guaranteed bestsellers for decades (the writer’s son, Felix, has picked up the baton and was at the conference to talk about his father and his own books).

Malice was great fun because it is a more intimate and reader-oriented gathering than Bouchercon and the other big mystery conferences.

The gamut of writers was fascinating, from the sometimes hard-boiled Harlan Coben and Laura Lippman to several of the reigning figures in traditional mystery, including Carolyn Hart and Katherine Hall Page.

Page did a terrific public interview with Amelia Award winner Hart which was apropos since both of them write unusually sophisticated and psychologically acute traditional mysteries. (I reviewed Page’s new book “The Body in the Piazza” in this space last week and I’ll be writing about the just-published Hart novel “Dead, White and Blue” in a few days).

There is nothing particularly “cozy” about the worlds of these two novelists where murder is never presented merely as a plot device — violence is not graphic in Hart and Page’s work but it carries tremendous emotional and moral weight because the deaths of even the most reprehensible characters are presented as terrible violations of the social order.

Hart provided me with a good answer to the question I kept asking myself at the conference — What has been the source of the appeal of murder mysteries for so many readers for so many years?

“They’re an affirmation of decency, fairness and justice,” Hart said of readers who turn to mysteries for the comforting sense of order we get when Miss Marple or Nero Wolfe (or Page’s Faith Fairchild and Hart’s Annie Darling) figure out who committed a crime and why they did it.

“They’re a place we go to together to find goodness,” Hart added.

(Molly Weston took the picture below of Katherine Hall Page and Harlan Coben.)

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‘The Verdict’: Robert Redford’s loss, Paul Newman’s gain

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verdictIt’s always fun to think about initial movie casting ideas that didn’t pan out, and what the iconic films involved would have been like with the original choices.

It’s hard to imagine Claudette Colbert as Margo Channing in “All About Eve,” but she was all set to star in that 1950 classic until a back injury caused the role to go to second choice Bette Davis.

Would “The Graduate” have turned out so well if Mike Nichols’ first choices Robert Redford and Doris Day had played Benjamin and Mrs. Robinson?

With the opening of the new version of “The Great Gatsby” on Friday, I was thinking about the 1974 version the other night and wondering what critics would have made of it if Ali MacGraw played Daisy Buchanan.

verdict1The plush F. Scott Fitzgerald adaptation was developed by her Paramount studio boss/husband Robert Evans because it was MacGraw’s favorite book. But when she ran off with Steve McQueen, Evans gave the part to Mia Farrow.

Getting back to Redford, I’ve always wondered why he hemmed and hawed about playing the troubled Boston lawyer in “The Verdict” — developed with him in mind — to the point where the project stalled and was eventually picked up by his friend Paul Newman.

The history of the movie is tangled. David Mamet wrote a screenplay that was rejected by the producers and director Arthur Hiller, who then hired Jay Presson Allen for an expensive new script. Redford came on board, but rejected the Allen script, and caused another new one to be written by James Bridges. 

Redford eventually left the troubled project, director Sidney Lumet came on board and used the shelved Mamet script — Lumet’s favorite draft — to entice Newman to play the part. The picture turned into a hit, and both Newman and Mamet were Oscar-nominated.  

Tomorrow night, moviegoers will have a chance to hear about the legal aspects of this classic courtrooom drama when the Bridgeport-based law firm Koskoff, Koskoff & Bieder sponsor a special screening of the movie at the Bijou Theatre at 7 p.m.

“The Verdict” is part of a year-long series “Reel Law” which looks at the legal issues raised by filmmakers. Last month, the law firm screened “A Few Good Men” and the next few months will bring discussions of “Philadelphia,” “Witness for the Prosecution” and other films revolving around trials.

It’s a great idea for a films series and the proceeds benefit the Bijou and the Greater Bridgeport Bar Association.

For more information, visit www.thebijoutheatre.com

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‘Topped Chef’: reality TV can be murder

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chefThe combination of Key West and the world of restaurants and restaurant reviewing has proven to be irresistible in the Hayley Snow mystery series by Lucy Burdette (aka Connecticut’s own Roberta Isleib).

The third book, “Topped Chef” (Obsidian), was published on Tuesday and it’s even more engaging than the first two entires, “Death in Four Courses” and “An Appetite for Murder.” Burdette is hitting her stride both in terms of building an appealing cast of regular characters and giving readers a you-are-there feeling when it comes to the Florida resort town.

Hayley Snow is a New Jersey transplant who works as the food critic for Key Zest magazine.

Hayley is new to the trade so the books have shown us how an earnest and talented young person becomes a restaurant reviewer — coping with ethical challenges and the ever-tightening budgets of magazines and newspapers. The writer wants to visit each restaurant at least three times to give a new establishment a fair shake — like her idol Ruth Reichl — but the cheap publisher believes once is enough. 

chef1The new mystery follows the journalist’s adventures when her boss high-pressures Hayley into being a judge on a new reality show — “Topped Chef” — designed to find a colorful and talented Key West chef to host his or her own series.

Burdette writes amusingly about the behind-the-scenes antics of TV cooking shows, with the producers being a lot more interested in conflict than a serious treatment of cooking. Because of her position as a critic, Hayley has two enemies involved in the show — a restaurateur she has just panned, and a chef she suspected of murder in an earlier story.

The book pokes goof-natured fun at foodies and chefs, particularly that continuing trend of molecular gastronomy with all of its foams and odd textures. 

“Topped Chef” is a breezy escapist read, but it has more substance than many of the so-called cozy mysteries — we learn a lot about food and Florida along the way and Burdette is never casual about murder. It’s a perfect late spring beach book.

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Bad Movies We Love: ‘Youngblood Hawke’

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The sexual revolution of the late 1960s put an end to one of my favorite Hollywood genres — the lurid potboilers adapted from the naughty novels of hugely popular (and now forgotten) writers such as Harold Robbins and Grace Metalious.

The filmmakers of the 1950s and 1960s couldn’t get away with the smut to be found in books like “The Carpetbaggers” and “Peyton Place” so they resorted to innuendo and any suggestive material they could sneak past the censors.

With the passage of time, and hard core pornography popping up almost everywhere on the Internet, Hollywood’s handling of sex 50 years ago looks so silly now that the “shockers” from those days have become hilarious unintentional comedies.

A prime example of this long lost school of moviemaking  arrived last year via the Warner Archive label — “Youngblood Hawke,” the 1964 dramatization of a Herman Wouk best-seller from two years earlier.

Wouk is still alive and still remembered for such World War II classics as “The Caine Mutiny” and “The Winds of War.” Most people have forgotten, however, that he also wrote some steamy contemporary stuff like “Marjorie Morningstar” and “Youngblood Hawke” in between his historical hits.

“Youngblood Hawke” is about a would-be Ernest Hemingway or Thomas Wolfe from the hills of Kentucky who becomes the sex object of many sophisticated New York City women after he arrives in the big city to make his name as a novelist.

The movie poster featured an enormous ad tagline, “A Woman Could Feel Him Across a Room” and in smaller print, “All the Blister-Heat of the Best Seller is on the Screen.”

Even bowdlerized by Hollywood, the movie still delivers a lot of sexy foolishness — Youngblood (James Franciscus) is caught in bed with a “tramp” by his visiting mother; a married socialite (Genevieve Page) seduces the writer while he is doing research on Christmas Eve (!); and a fabled Manhattan hostess (played by Eva Gabor) makes a smutty reference to Youngblood’s prowess at a Broadway opening night.

The casting is bizarre, to say the least, with the rather wholesome and clean-cut Franciscus (fresh from his hit TV series “Mr. Novak” about a nice-guy teacher) in the title role, and the stunning Suzanne Pleshette playing his long-suffering editor who wears over-sized glasses in some scenes to indicate that she is in danger of becoming an old maid unless Youngblood gives up the big city floozies for her.

By any rational standard, “Youngblood Hawke” is a terrible movie, but I enjoyed every overheated moment.

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The uncelebrated genius of Peter Watkins

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watkinsI borrowed a phrase from the film critic Michael Atkinson for my headline, because I agree with his assessment of the current position of the 77-year-old creator of “The War Game,” “Culloden,” “Edvard Munch” and several other modern classics that are known by too few movie buffs.

Peter Watkins first made a name for himself in the 1960s as a director of documentaries for the BBC. Perhaps frustrated by the limits of fact-based films, Watkins began to make dramatized documentaries. The director’s first major effort in this new genre — “Culloden” (1964) — was widely acclaimed for its startling use of documentary film techniques in the presentation of the Jacobite uprising of 1745.

The BBC commissioned Watkins to follow “Culloden” with another pseudo-documentary that would show the impact of a nuclear war on England. The results were so strong that government officials forced the BBC to cancel the airing of the film.

watkins2“The War Game” went on to have a long and powerful life as a theatrical film (I saw it on a double-bill with a revival of “Dr. Strangelove” in 1968). In a bizarre but happy event for Watkins, the filmmaker received an Oscar for “best documentary film.”

The publicity for “The War Game” earned Watkins a studio gig, the 1967 Universal production of “Privilege” (below), about the exploitation of a rock singer by the British government and religious leaders.

Again using a semi-documentary style — and rocker Paul Jones in the lead — the movie was an intriguing social satire that divided critics and audiences and never made back the studio’s investment.

From that point on, Watkins wandered the world making films where he has been able to secure financing, including several projects in Scandinavia. The 1973 bio-pic “Edvard Munch” is one of the best dramas about the life of an artist that I’ve ever seen, but it was so poorly distributed that it has no listing in the encyclopedic Leonard Maltin “Movie Guide.”

Things may be changing, however.

New Yorker Films put out a five DVD Watkins set a few years ago and the director’s rarely seen 1970 feature “Punishment Park” (above) has been shown on the Sundance Channel.

“Punishment Park” is a chilling docudrama about the government and police response to radical Vietnam War protestors. Just as “The War Game” speculated about what post-nuclear war life might be like, Watkins’s 1970 film is set in a post-martial law America in which student protestors are sent to an experimental law enforcement facility known as Punishment Park.

The student radicals are given the choice of extended jail time or a three-day survival odyssey in the desert under pursuit by armed National Guardsmen.

Watkins makes everything look real and the director has said that he often feared during filming that real violence would erupt among his nonprofessional actors.

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Better at home — Visconti’s stunning ‘L’Innocente’

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viscontiNine times out of ten, I’m a believer in seeing movies in theaters rather than at home on television, but ever since the introduction of the DVD and its technical improvements in transferring film to video, some classics have become available for home viewing in better versions than were ever seen in theaters.

Case in point, the great Italian director Luchino Visconti’s final film, the 1976 “L’Innocente,” which didn’t arrive in this country until three years after it was finished, missing about ten minutes of the original Italian version.

The 1979 U.S. release was also marred by substandard theatrical prints that did a disservice to the superb color camerawork by Pasqualino De Santis.

Although the 1960s and ’70s were in most ways a golden age for fans of sophisticated European cinema, key films sometimes arrived in drastically cut versions and with highly variable print quality, depending on who the U.S. distributor might be.

Ingmar Bergman was well-served by the Janus and United Artists companies that released many of his most famous pictures here, but other directors were not so lucky.

Visconti had his 1960 classic “Rocco and His Brothers” heavily edited in the United States — I didn’t know that the version I saw in the late 1960s was missing 30 minutes until Film Forum in Manhattan showed Visconti’s full 180-minute cut a few years ago.

As Leonard Maltin so wisely says of “Rocco” in his indispensable “ Movie Guide”: “beware many shorter, visually inferior prints and video versions.”visconti1

In too many cases, the theatrical prints of European pictures exhibited in the U.S. 40 years ago had the look of a copy of a copy — washed-out images, muddy sound, barely legible subtitles (or, worse, bad dubbing). Many of us who grew up in the art houses of that period didn’t know what we were missing until “remastered” DVDs started coming out a decade ago.

Which brings me to the stunning “L’Innocente,” a magnificently designed and acted drama that ranks with Visconti’s best work in the Koch Lorber DVD version.

Giancarlo Giannini stars as Tullio, a 19th century aristocrat who is flagrantly cheating on his rather meek wife Giuliana (Laura Antonelli, above) with the rich widow Teresa (Jennifer O’Neill).
When Giuliana turns the tables on her husband — and falls in love with a handsome young writer — Tullio begins to go mad with jealousy.

It’s not the story but the way it is told by Visconti that makes “L’Innocente” such a powerful (and surprisingly erotic) drama. The movie is a masterpiece of wide-screen composition and brilliant costume and set design. Visconti serves up one breathtaking image after another, but the look of the movie complements this period drama about the terrible sexual double standard women faced two centuries ago.

The extras on the DVD include an illuminating interview with longtime Visconti screenwriter Suso Cecchi d’Amico who talks about her own personal efforts to see that Visconti’s final films were restored to their full beauty after his death in March 1976. Without d’Amico and her friends we would not have complete versions of “Ludwig” (1972), “Conversation Piece” (1974) and “L’Innocente.”

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Malice Domestic: murder with a lighter touch

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malice1As you read this, I expect to be in Bethesda, Maryland, attending my first Malice Domestic conference, which gathers together a few hundred writers and fans of mysteries with a low violence and sex quotient.

Sometimes called “cozies,” the novels are more properly described as “traditional mysteries” in the vein of the classic whodunits by Agatha Christie, Rex Stout and other masters of the form.

At another mystery writers’ conference a few years ago, one of the reigning practitioners of the genre, Carolyn Hart, explained to me that there should be nothing “cozy” about murder, especially in the small and seemingly safe communities where many of these stories are set.

As Hart pointed out, there is something even more frightening about a murder between acquaintances in a peaceful place than a homicide on the mean streets of New York City or Los Angeles. What could be worse than finding out that a feeling of safety and comfort is a total illusion?malice

Christie’s great creation, Miss Marple (above), didn’t have any weapons at her disposal other than a steel-trap mind, but she ran up against crimes as appalling as anything in the novels of Raymond Chandler or Dashiell Hammett.

I’ve been to the international crime writers gathering, Bouchercon, and the annual ThrillerFest in New York City, but I’m looking forward to two days of panels and interviews devoted to a slightly kinder and gentler examination of murder. I expect to report back to you on Malice Domestic next week when I return, but while I’m there I’ll be live Tweeting at @joesview.

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