Dir: John Frankenheimer
Starring: Frank Sinatra, Angela Lansbury
Ah, the 1960's. A simpler age, where you could still cast South American, Native American, and even even plain American people as 'oriental'. Narry Borman means no offense to anyone and wishes to state that he personally believes every man is his brother and he is every man's cousin.
You can understand why they chose to remake this film (see 2004's remake of the same name... or better yet don't). The plot, heavy with espionage and intrigue, is tense, disturbing, and all too real. In an age in cinema that was prone to some truly awful acting, The Manchurian Candidate stands tall. Lansbury excels as the scariest, most demanding mother ever, outside of Arrested Development's Jessica Walter of course. Franky S carries off the role as a disturbed but dedicated Army Major in fine style. And Janet Leigh has a nice pair of hooters.
So, why exactly did they choose to remake this film? I'm not too sure, actually. The 1962 film is well-produced with some really imaginitave direction, such as the scene that shifts between a flower convention, a communist war meeting, and another flower convention for older black women. The acting is top class and the story could not be improved. Do yourself a favour and watch the 1962 version.
Top work!
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