Sinister Cinema: Q&A

For the Alamo Drafthouse special screening of The Woman Chaser on December 7, they followed the film with a Q&A featuring — left to right, above — me, Joe McSpadden, Patrick Warburton (panelists) and Jake Isgar (moderator).

Don’t think I’d seen the movie since it screened at Pacific Film Archive in 2009, at which time I called it a “near-perfect capture of the Willeford novel.” Reinforced by watching the movie last week, my opinion remains unchanged — or as I told the audience, I think Woman Chaser is by far the closest Willeford film to the source material to date.

Obviously Cockfighter from 1974, starring Warren Oates — and with Charles Willeford himself in the cast — would be hard to beat on many levels, but the trick is that Willeford wrote that one more or less as a straight Southern novel. I think it was his personal favorite of all his books. But it just isn’t as Willefordian as most of the others.

Miami Blues from 1990 is good, if nowhere near as good as the novel, but they tweaked various angles just enough to hamper some of the hallmark Willeford touches. (The Crisco sequence just isn’t full-tilt Willeford, for one example.)

Woman Chaser, though, I’m sitting there thinking, Yeah, that’s exactly from the book. Exactly.

And among all the questions from the audience, one woman asked if we thought this movie could be made today — or, another way to interpret the query, could any close adaptation of Willeford be filmed today?

Joe and Patrick seemed inclined to say No, and I can’t disagree. Willeford is a genuine subversive, and if you think about it, it’s kind of amazing his novels got published at all, much less that someone could make them into movies.

You’d have to pull them away from the source material, as they did with the most recent adaptation, 2019’s The Burnt Orange Heresy. I haven’t bothered to see that one yet, once I learned that they moved the action from Florida to Italy and sort of turned it into a thriller.

Could be good for what it is, sure, but it seems to be a movie with a Charles Willeford title, not a Willeford movie.

And another angle to the woman’s question, I suppose — Should they have even made Woman Chaser twenty years ago?

Maybe even, couldn’t someone have stopped them. . . .

Another standout question was a guy asking Patrick if he felt “objectified” by the way he was used in the movie — shirtless, doing the ballet dance with his film mother, that kind of thing? Exactly from the novel.

He didn’t seem to be scarred for life over it.

Lots of other queries. They shot many scenes on the fly, not getting location permits, guerilla-style. Most of the actors weren’t actors.

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Sinister Cinema: The Woman Chaser

Joe McSpadden, producer for 1999’s The Woman Chaser, mentioned that the December 7 showing in the Alamo Drafthouse put the movie on the largest screen ever — swell deal for cineastes.

Above, a still frame of star Patrick Warburton as Richard Hudson gives you an idea of the scale. I think the guy standing on the front stage is Alamo booker Jake Isgar, but he’s kind of small and it’s hard to tell.

Joe popped me a note to ask if I wanted to attend and join in on a Q&A session after the film. The Woman Chaser is based, very closely, on the Charles Willeford novel. I figured most of the questions would be about the movie, but just in case someone had a query about Willeford, I could pipe up. At least mention his name — at least have someone who actually knew Willeford there for totemic purposes.

I met Joe back in 2009 when he flew in for a screening of Woman Chaser in the Pacific Film Archive. PFA had a mini-series going called One-Two Punch: Pulp Writers on Film. I did an intro for the film of Miami Blues on February 19, then on the 28th did Chaser. Only one other movie version of a Willeford novel was out by then — Warren Oates in Cockfighter — and only one more has come out since.

Even better than having the large screen to run the movie, Patrick Warburton came up from Tinseltown to Q&A and hang out. One of my faves for years now (The Tick, baby). Equal, at least, to getting to meet Fred Ward, star of Miami Blues, but with much more time to savor anecdotes. Lots of anecdotes.

I hadn’t been to this incarnation of Alamo Drafthouse before, but when I located the info that it was on Mission between 21st and 22nd I thought, it must be in the New Mission Theatre. Yep. Look for the glaring New Mission exterior blade signage. Can’t miss it, but the Alamo posters are kind of small.

Last time I recall noticing it, New Mission had been closed for awhile, so I was happy to see it back in action. Alamo features seat-side drinks and food, they even have their own bar where you can hobnob with Joe and Patrick. I loved it — might not trade my long years haunting little art house theatres in San Francisco, but the food was great. If I lived across the street, I’d be there every night.

And as soon as the screening wrapped, the Q&A — left to right below, me, Joe, Patrick as panelists, with Jake Isgar doing the moderating:

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Posse McMillan: More on Nisbet

Noted book and pulp collector Kevin Cook sent in a few thoughts on the recent death of Jim Nisbet:

I was saddened to hear of the death of Jim Nisbet at age 75.

Nisbet was a tremendously uneven author. I still have no idea whether he got better or worse as he got older, because Dennis McMillan advised me that his novels were published completely out of the order in which he wrote them.

Also, after I met him he allowed Dennis to send me copies of the novels (then) unpublished in the US. The one that I always thought was wildly funny was Ulysses’ Dog, Nisbet’s take on the PI novel. Nisbet never quite equaled the quirky humor of Charles Willeford, but then who else did?

Still, he could write humorously and also seriously as he did in his stone-cold masterpiece Dark Companion.

I did thank Nisbet for the recommendation he provided me at Noir Con to read Derek Raymond.

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Rediscovered: The Latest “Doc Savage”

Brian Leno said he was going to read the new James Patterson “Doc Savage” novel — and he dood it:

A few days ago my mail carrier dropped off The Perfect Assassin, the new novel by the writing team of James Patterson and Brian Sitts. The cover proclaims: “A Doc Savage Thriller.”

It appears that Clark Savage, Jr., didn’t spend all his time fooling around with his crime fighting pals, but also raised a family. The Doc Savage this book concerns is the original Doc’s great-grandson, Dr. Brandt Savage.

I approached it with some trepidation. The same authors gave us a revamped Shadow about a year ago and that novel was pretty bad. So bad it now languishes somewhere in my basement, never to be opened again.

I didn’t think this book would be any better and to prepare myself I reread The Polar Treasure and The Thousand-Headed Man, just to get a little authentic pulp Savage back in my blood.

I figured it wouldn’t be as good as Lester Dent’s Doc, and it wasn’t — but it was far better than Patterson’s Shadow. 

It’s a fast-paced thriller and won’t take up too much of your day. The chapters are short and the writing isn’t exactly attention demanding. We’re not dealing with James Joyce here.

In a nutshell, the book relates the tribulations Brandt encounters as Kira Sunlight trains him to become the perfect assassin to assist her in her plans of ridding the world of some awful mean bad guys.

Kira is the great-granddaughter of arch fiend John Sunlight, who appeared in a couple of Doc pulps. Everything seems to fit, doesn’t it?

While I enjoyed the book it was really just the typical thriller that hits the bookstores these days, no weird elements, no lost cities, nothing that sparks the reader in a journey back to the days of pulp magazines.

Read it if you enjoy the James Rollins or Clive Cussler novels, but don’t expect to find Doc or any of the imaginative antics of the “Kenneth Robeson” writing crew.

While I know I should never say never, now I’m done with Patterson’s Doc Savage, should new adventures arise. I’ll stick to rereading the real Doc, and enjoy the antics of Ham and Monk and that ever resourceful porker Habeas Corpus.

Nostalgia. The older I get I realize just how important that is.

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Rediscovered: Derleth’s Last Book — Well, In His Lifetime

John D. Haefele — author of Lovecraft: The Great Tales, A Look Behind the Derleth Mythos, etc. — just popped up an article further investigating how many — or how few — copies may exist of the last of many, many titles published in August Derleth’s lifetime.

For all the book collectors out there.

As of this moment, Haefele calculates that out of the run a total of five copies signed by Derleth survive.

Of course, as an arch-collector he owns one — cover seen at the top, John Hancock below.

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Tour: Just Over Twenty Years Ago. . .

Our pal Mike Humbert sent a couple of images winging around the net, with the info line:

“Two pics from me taking the Dashiell Hammett tour for the first time, October 27, 2002.”

Twenty years ago and change. Image at top features Mike on the left and me on the right. We’re standing on the sidewalk in front of John’s Grill in the first block of Ellis Street.

Image below features the late great Bill Arney, in his short-lived mustache era, allowing the Hammett Tour that day to enter the sanctum sanctorum of the apartment in 891 Post where Hammett wrote The Maltese Falcon.

Clews suggest Bill hadn’t been in the room all that long by that point. He’d barely begun scraping and uncovering the woodwork, as witnessed by the frame of the Murphy bed, revealing its original stain. Eventually the mirrored door part would get the later white paint pealed away, too. And other woodwork would emerge.

For those who care for such things, the stain in the photo would be the stain on the woodwork Hammett lived with for a couple of years. Authentic.

After over a decade in the apartment, Bill moved out and the guy who took over the rent paid a crew to polish the place up. Superficially, the restoration is very nice — surf over to check out a pic of Mike, me and Bill standing in front of the Murphy bed.

But the stain is the wrong stain.

Probably no one but me — well, maybe Mike, too — is bothered by the restoration, but I’d have preferred to see Bill’s meticulous work kept intact.

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Rediscovered: Mansfield

And Brian Leno wraps up today’s gallery of Ripperish autos, but you know, I bet he has lots more against the next time he notices an anniversary coming up:

Richard Mansfield was a well respected actor during the time of The Ripper, and one of his greatest roles was portraying both Jekyll and Hyde in a play based on Robert Louis Stevenson’s famous book.

He had the unfortunate timing to put on the play during the height of The Ripper murders.

The card shown with his autograph blurrily displays Mansfield turning into Hyde. So uncanny was this transformation that some theatre goers wrote to the London police, convinced that Mansfield was the killer then stalking the streets. 

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Rediscovered: Warren

Brian Leno offers another auto in the rogue’s gallery of Jack the Ripper:

Charles Warren is not really a serious suspect for The Ripper, but in Stephen Knight’s very interesting Jack the Ripper: The Final Solution is presented as being an instigator in keeping the killer’s identity secret, for political reasons.

He was Metropolitan Police Commissioner during the Whitechapel murders and was obviously inept in his fruitless search for Jack.

He resigned on November 9, 1888, the day Mary Jane Kelly’s body was found. I doubt anybody was sorry to see him go. A good man, perhaps, but nabbing The Ripper was beyond his capabilities.

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Rediscovered: Miles

And more “suspects,” courtesy the curiosity cabinets of Brian Leno:

Frank Miles was an artist and shared a house with Oscar Wilde — at least they shared accommodations until they possibly got into a lover’s spat and Miles kicked Oscar out.

Miles loved to paint beautiful women, incorporating floral designs with their portraits. Lillie Langtry posed for the artist in his and Wilde’s house.

Not a serious Ripper suspect, Miles might have been a monster himself, supposedly enjoying intimacy with young girls under the age of consent.

The note reads “My dear friend, when will your ship come in, I mean your quarter be paid. I assure you I would not write this, if it were not important to me.”

Evidently someone owned Miles some money and wasn’t paying.

By the way, some nitwits also list Oscar Wilde as a potential Ripper suspect.

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Rediscovered: Treves

Another Ripper suspect pool, per Brian Leno:

Dr. Frederick Treves has only been lightly considered as a potential Ripper suspect, and even one of his patients has come under investigation.

Joseph Merrick, the Elephant Man.

Now, only a bonehead would ever consider either of these two as Rippers. Can you see Merrick shuffling around Whitechapel, and not drawing any attention?

Not so much.

Treves was portrayed by Anthony Hopkins in The Elephant Man.

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