Gloria
Directed by John Cassavetes
Written by John Cassavetes
1980/US
Columbia Pictures
IMDb page
Repeat viewing/Amazon Prime rental
Phil Dawn: I am the man. I am the man. I am the man, do you hear me? I am the man! I am the man! Not you, you’re not the man! Do you hear me? I’ll do anything I can. I am the man!
Instead of watching the next DW Griffith on the List, I picked a movie I knew I would like. And I liked it even better than I remembered!
The setting is New York City. Gloria (Gina Rowlands) is a friend and neighbor to the Dawn family. She happens to come over to borrow some coffee while the family is waiting in terror for mob hitmen. Accountant Jack Dawn (Buck Henry) has been skimming from the top of the organization’s earnings and, worse, has kept a record of its finances in a secret book. Gloria very reluctantly agrees to take the family’s six-year-old son Phil (John Adames). Dad gives Phil the book, believing it will provide for the boy’s future. This could not be further from the truth. Gloria and Phil, the only surviving Dawn, are on the run from hitmen for the remainder of the story.

Gloria doesn’t like kids and Phil is quite a handful. They spar throughout. It turns that she was formerly the mob boss’s moll and knows just exactly how ruthless it is. The same history has left her mighty handy with a gun and she is not hesitant to use it.

The incredible Oscar-nominated performance of Gena Rowlands as the pistol-packing heroine is an excellent reason to watch. She manages to be tough and tender, sometimes at the same time. I had forgotten most of the details and enjoyed this all over again. It is violent but oh so amusing. It’s not the usual Cassavetes fare but you can still detect the hand of a master filmmaker.






This has the distinct expressionist style of the German Weimar films and was one of the first horror films. I really like the theatrical sets and the stylized acting.
Both the Girl and the Yellow Man experience chaste happiness after Fate brings them together. But Fate had more than happiness in mind.
This is miles ahead of Griffith’s previous efforts. It is Lillian Gish’s exquisite performance that lifts the film to the next level. That closet scene is unforgettable!





This 11- minute Eastern neatly encapsulates the plot of many more elaborate Westerns. It’s enjoyable and the closing image is iconic.



I was predisposed to like this movie and to sympathize with Oppenheimer. In the event, I didn’t find him or any of the characters all that likeable and did not care all that much what happened to any of them. I thought the running time could have been trimmed by half an hour or more with no harm to the story. I did not think that the out of order exposition or the constant transitions between past and present and color and black and white worked. In short, I was cranky and the whole experience left me flat. I’m probably in a minority of one.

