The Film Noir Odyssey
Writer: Howard Sackler
Story: Stanley Kubrick
Director: Stanley Kubrick
Cast: Frank Silvera, Jamie Smith, Irene Kane, Ruth Sobotka
Cinematography: Stanley Kubrick
Music: Gerald Fried
Studio: United Artists
Release: September 21, 1955
Back when I was studying Screenwriting at the American Film Institute Conservatory, we would have screenings of our student films followed by a meet-and-greet where we could gab and discuss. You could always tell what one of the Producing Fellows (we call them Fellows, not Students) thought because of what she said to the creative team after the movie. If she liked it, she would be complimentary, but if she didn’t, she would plaster on a nasty, fake-ass smile and tell the group: “You made a movie! Congrats!” To this day, I don’t know whether she thought everyone could not see through her obvious bullshit or if she knew we knew and decided to do it anyway. I somehow escaped her go-to line during the two-year program, but I still have much residual fury for my poor classmates.
I wondered what my former classmate would have said about “Killer’s Kiss.” Though technically Stanley Kubrick’s second feature as a director, it’s the first one that actually resembles a feature. Made on the most shoestring of shoestring budgets with Kubrick filling almost every behind-the-scenes position, the movie was snapped up by United Artists and effectively got Kubrick’s foot in the industry. The resulting film has many of the same weaknesses as those student films we made back at AFI, and is mainly interesting as a way for the viewer to search for hints of the genius that would blossom later.
Our main character is Davey (Jamie Smith), a boxer who is realizing that he has just passed his expiration date. He lives in an apartment building across from a dancer named Gloria (Irene Kane) whose boss Vincent (Frank Silvera) is an asshole who mistreats her terribly. One day Davey spies Gloria getting nearly beaten to death by Vincent, and chases the monster. Davey and Gloria fall in love and Gloria decides to quit her job, but Vincent isn’t going to let her go without a fight. Things escalate, and before you know it, Davey is being chased across New York City rooftops, battling for his life.
The movie is 67 minutes long and has about 25 minutes worth of plot in it. Kubrick stretches the material to its breaking point… and a little beyond… and seems less interested in making any character in the main trio three-dimensional and more interested in putting them in interesting positions in frame and then holding the take for several seconds too long. Again, this is a film school rookie mistake, and also understandable because of Kubrick’s background as a photographer. Davey is notable for being shirtless a lot (thanks for that, Stanley!) and reading letters/getting phone calls from a relative back home who sounds exactly like Danny DeVito. There’s never a moment where his sadness about being past his prime has any real resonance, with Kubrick instead making sure we get to see a shot of Davey’s face behind a fishbowl while feeding the fish.
There are several moments and sequences that are tremendous – an early montage of flyers advertising Davey’s fight works like gangbusters. A monologue about a ballerina seems to come out of nowhere, but Kubrick holds it so long that it becomes ingenious. And there are several moments in the climactic chase, particularly the ones on the fire escape, that are beautifully rendered. But there are other moments and shots in the fight which are taken at weird distances and held for far too many frames – ruining any sort of pacing or tension that was build previously. I understand why Kubrick chose shots like those… you don’t have to worry about coverage and let the background do the work for you. And had there only been two or three shots like that, fine. But there are dozens here.
The trio of main actors work quite well considering their lack of experience and the circumstances upon which they were made to act. And by that, I mean lots of dialogue dubbing, no finalized script and wandering through outdoor sequences knowing that their dialogue would be dropped. In many ways, this type of movie is more akin to something a silent movie performer would give. Smith has an odd voice, but is fantastically athletic and his face shows tension very, very well.
I also have a soft spot for “Killer’s Kiss” for a reason that has nothing to do with the movie itself. For years, several shots from the film were utilized in the bookends to late night movies shown on TCM. I can think of the diner and the shot of Gloria in front of the mirror specifically, and watching the movie for the first time this week gave me major nostalgia hits for those nights when I stayed up past midnight to check out those lesser-known old movies that deep-dive film buffs like me were eager to find.
And that’s fitting since “Killer’s Kiss” feels like one of those movies. It’s an odd thing to think that so many filmgoers are big enough fans of Kubrick that they actively seek out this well-executed experiment, happy to spend a little over an hour diving into a work simply to watch Kubrick find his sea legs with filmmaking. Does it work as an actual feature film? Kinda sorta maybe if you squint. I’ll remember images from it, but not the narrative. It’s made with more artistic quality than several of the disasters I’ve seen on this Odyssey, but no one would give a damn if Kubrick’s name was not attached. Movies like this are best found as bonus features on Criterion discs, so it’s fitting that it’s located on Criterion’s stacked release of Kubrick’s next feature, “The Killing,” which I’ll be covering next week.
Score: **