Review: The World, the Flesh, and the Devil
Miner Harry Belafonte survives and escapes a cave-in only to find when he emerges that the world around him is barren and seemingly unpopulated. Where has everybody gone? What happened?
A sorely underrated post-apocalyptic drama with a
social message, this 1959 film from writer-director Ranald MacDougall (writer
of “We’re No Angels”) needs more love and more eyes on it. Harry
Belafonte (a co-producer of the film) gives one of his best performances here,
which is important because there’s only three actors in the film. So everybody
needed to bring their A-game. Belafonte’s terrific and only has himself for
company for a fair chunk of the film. For my money the first act is the film’s
best as Belafonte slowly comes to understand that something catastrophic has
happened and he may be all alone in the world or at least America. It’s quite
bold for an American film from 1959 to basically have only one person on screen
for the first act. Impressively shot in B&W by Harold J. Marzorati, the
film gives us a believably barren landscape. It’s a seemingly simple thing
having scenes of someone traveling through empty, rubbish-littered streets but
it’s effectively done here.
When we do get other inhabitants, they’re damn good company
too. Inger Stevens was a troubled, sad lady who died too young. She’s
effectively vulnerable and sensitive here. An underrated actress who should’ve
been around a lot longer. After about an hour, Mel Ferrer turns up to bring a
bit of Christopher Walken edgy unpredictability. I’ve heard other reviewers
refer to the character as racist but I don’t think that’s accurate. Sure, he
adopts a tone towards Belafonte’s character that is rather of its time and that
time was not overly liberated in its thinking about racial equality. However,
the main gripe this guy has is one of territoriality. He’s one of two men in
the world and there’s only one woman between them. He wants the girl and he’d
adopt the same damn attitude whether his 'competition’ were white, Hispanic,
Asian, African-American, whatever. At worst he’s not as liberal-minded on
racial issues as he thinks he is. I’d argue that race is more of a
factor for Belafonte’s character, he’s bitter and aggrieved and understandably
so, likely even before we meet him there’d be reasons for him to feel that way.
***** SPOILER
WARNING ***** If the film has a flaw it’s in regards to the
ending. I’m not saying Ferrer’s character is even a bad guy – to me he’s just
too far gone after being on his own before he meets up with the others – but
the film’s hand-holding ending simply isn’t earned. After everything he and
Belafonte do to one another just mere seconds beforehand, it simply isn’t in
the cards for these guys to smoke the peace pipe. I appreciate the film’s
anti-violence message, but it isn’t entirely well-handled in the end. It’s a
really small issue that easily could’ve been fixed and made the film even
better than it is. The film either needed to be a little more drawn out or
Ferrer to come across as a bit less unhinged. ***** END SPOILER
*****
Really interesting, well-acted and well-shot
post-apocalyptic message movie. The ending is fumbled a bit, but there’s a lot
to like here and it deserves to be more highly regarded and viewed.
Rating: B+
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