I borrowed the 1962 version of The Manchurian Candidate from my friend Scott some three years ago and can finally return it to him guilt-free. I can also thank him because, for the most part, it’s a damn good movie.
I’ll be the first to admit that I have had troubles wathching black and white films in the past. It’s not so much for the lack of colour, but the shear straigt forwardness of the storytelling. You don’t get that with this film.
The story jumps around in time, Frank Sinatra actually proves himself as a great actor and the ending actually shocked me. It’s dark, ruthless and holds up to today’s standards for a good thriller.
I’d say that’s not too shabby for film that’s nearly fifty years old.
Oh, and did I mention that Angela Landsbury is a total bitch in it? For all of us that grew up with Jessica Fletcher solving every murder on the eastern seaboard that’s something to see.