Showing posts with label Caper Movie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Caper Movie. Show all posts

Saturday, October 7, 2023

Seven Thieves

Seven Thieves
(Henry Hathaway
, 1960) One of the posters for Seven Thieves screams out the cast of characters in this Cinemascope black and white film and manages to have its own little obfuscation in there: The Dancer! (Joan Collins) The Professor! (Edward G. Robinson) The Baron! (Eli Wallach) The Gambler! (Rod Steiger) The Beatnik! (Eli Wallach) The Muscle Boy! (Berry Kroeger) The Safe Cracker! (Michael Dante). Well, kinda, the characters are a bit more nuanced than that, and "The Beatnik" is a stretch for a jazz saxophone player, but, it was the parlance of the time...and Wallach, in the film, fills the bill of two of those mentioned. Hey! It's a Heist film, and one should expect some fudging of the truth here and there, even in...and maybe especially in...the advertising.
 
Seven Thieves may be long forgotten—I'd never heard of it until Todd Liebenow of "The Forgotten Film-cast" podcast gave me a choice of four films to consider discussing in an up-coming episode.* Seven Thieves was a tempting subject—directed by Henry Hathaway—with a cast that included Wallach, Edward G. Robinson, Rod Steiger, Alexander ScourbySebastian Cabot, and Joan Collins. The cast alone makes it worth seeing, even if it only amounts to another variation on the One Last Big Score Caper Movie.
Professor Theo Wilkins (Robinson) is a discredited ex-patriate living in Monte Carlo. He spends his time at the beach explaining to little children how to collect shells, but, in the back of his mind is a plan. All he needs is one last "element" to bring it all together and keep it all together in order to pull it off. That "element" shows up one day in the form of gambler and thief Paul Mason (Steiger), who has affection for the old man, but is reluctant to get involved in another of the old man's quixotic ventures.
The plan, Wilkins explains, is to steal 4,000,000 from the vault of the casino at Monte Carlo, which will require some special equipment and specialized personnel, all of which he has, but he needs Mason, his trusted mentor, to join the group in order to keep his motley crew of conspirators in line.
The key to the whole enterprise is the casino employee (Scourby) who is so besotted with "exotic dancer" Melanie (Collins) that he will do anything for her, even rob his employer. But, he merely provides information (and invitations) to make the job go smoother...and faster. Time, you see, is the critical element here, with an elaborate distraction on the night of a special celebration at the casino. Security is tight, but it just might be too tight to take advantage of. 
47 minutes in (after much bickering and negotiating), the caper starts, involving a trick wheel-chair, a cyanide pill, a conveniently open window, some safe-cracking tools, some steady nerves and balance, and the casino manager's reluctance to have "a scene" disrupt the joint's big night. It just about comes off without a hitch...but, after all, there needs to be some element of suspense to make the movie enjoyable. 
Now, this was made in 1960, so movie-morals hadn't loosened up so much that producers might let the thieves actually get away with their ill-gotten gains. But, here, they do...but manage to have it both ways so that Boston Blue Noses and the Catholic Legion of Decency won't condemn the film for celebrating "the wages of sin." It's a rather thin ledge the film has to negotiate to do it...and far-thinner than the one that had to accommodate Rod Steiger. But, it still manages to be a semi-enjoyable film, with quite a few things to admire.
 
* The movie we decided on was The Blue Max and the episode discussing it is here.

Thursday, September 30, 2021

The Anderson Tapes

The Anderson Tapes
(Sidney Lumet, 1971) The second of the five films that Sean Connery would ultimately make with Sidney Lumet, an unlikely pairing of the Scots actor and the New York director, but the two obviously enjoyed working together, as Connery's next project with him 
(The Offencewas one of the "vanity" projects he was allowed to make for returning to the role of James Bond in Diamonds Are Forever, and Lumet was Connery-picked to direct, no doubt in loyalty to the director, as their first project, The Hill, allowed the world to see that the star of the "007" films had a range that extended outside the spy field.
 
The Anderson Tapes, however, was a different creature, entirely. An extended heist film, in which Connery, Martin Balsam, and (introducing) Christopher Walken participate in what must be the slowest caper in history, the casing of a luxury apartment building in New York City. Connery plays Duke Anderson, a con just released from a ten year stretch in prison, who can't wait to do another score. The inspiration is his girlfriend Ingrid (Dyan Cannon), a high-end call-girl, who has been set up in a luxury apartment by another man.
But, things have changed in the ten years since Anderson was free. Unbeknownst to him, he is under constant surveillance by three different agencies: Ingrid's apartment is bugged by a private detective hired by her "keeper;" the FBI is tracking Black activists, whose headquarters is at a flop where the thieves meet; the IRS is phone-tapping the Mafia Boss (Alan King), who is funding the heist; and the Bureau of Narcotics is keeping tabs on one of the group's members. 
All of these groups are keeping a running record of the planning of the break-in...but none of them are coordinated or sharing information, 
 and the surveillance work is so concentrated on their individual subjects, that nothing is put together to prevent it from happening.  
 
It's hard to determine exactly what is being decried here—that our privacies are being invaded to such an extent, or that this intelligence isn't being cross-referenced to prevent actual crimes and thus is working to cross-purposes and is...dumb. One gets the impression that there is no stance being taken, rather that it's to present A Big Irony, that undercuts how events play out, eventually. 
But, that was Lumet's specialty—he frequently spaced his flat-out movie drama assignments with "Ironies," (as opposed to "Comedies") that, their point having been made half-way through the movie, wear out their welcome by the often dissatisfying end of the tale. Everybody looks a little stupid here: the agencies, for their tunnel-vision, the crooks for their own utter lack of surveillance as the crime goes about, and the NYPD, whose very elaborate storming of the apartment complex is literally over-the-top.
Lumet was not the best director for comedy as he had a tendency to sledge-hammer things—like Martin Balsam's mincing interior decorator/antiques smuggler (yeah, yeah, "it was the times," I suppose—prejudice always has "a time"), but there are some joys to be had, besides Connery doing something different and Walken's debut: appearances by Max Showalter, Margaret Hamilton (her last role), and "crazy old lady"(their own form of prejudice) Judith Lowry, as well as Ralph Meeker and SNL pioneer Garrett Morris as Gotham police.

Lumet would hit his stride later in the decade (with the sure editorial hand of Dede Allen), but this one is only moderately successful.
 

Wednesday, April 7, 2021

Sound of Noise (2010)

Just a note: this is not a review of Sound of Metal, which is a drama...or (for that matter) The Sound of Music...which is The Sound of Music. This from a movie with a similar sounding name that's a "caper movie" from Sweden.

Written at the time of the film's release in America.

Ruhe, Bitte
!

or
" Ett, TvÃ¥, Tre, Fyra "

What better way to celebrate Robert Moog's 78th birthday  than a look at this fascinating 2010 film, which is just making its way to local theaters in my area?

Sound of Noise is right in my wheel-house (or more appropriately) bass-trap, and is fun for anyone who might be "into" music, sampling, and sound design. It, for certain, has my vote for best "sound design" of the films I've seen so far this year (despite the filmmakers using a lot of "sounds" that seem very familiar to me).

A product of Sweden (and released there in 2010), it involves artist-types (in this case, musicians, and more extremely, drummers) who've had it with a world being satiated and lulled with a steady stream of elevator music, whether in confined spaces, or piped onto the streets themselves. "Listen to this city, contaminated with shitty music!" fumes Sanna Persson (played by...Sanna Persson), after she and her partner Magnus (played by Magnus Börjeson) perform a piece that gets them in dutch with the police. That performance is to drive the van along the freeway while Magnus drums in the back and Sanna gears up and down through the van's transmission, driving over highway turtles, in effect playing a musique concrete piece...or should that be musique asphalt? A subsequent police pursuit causes a crescendo into a local embassy, attracting the attention of the city's anti-terrorist unit, and investigator Amadeus Warnebring (Bengt Nilsson, in a terrific performance).
Warnebring has grown up in a musical family, steeped in the world, snooty with it, but for him, there was no interest. His brother became a world-class (and arrogant) conductor, and Amadeus is the silent black sheep of the family and developed a severe dislike of music in general, which has strained their relationships. 
But just because he isn't "musical," of note, doesn't mean he doesn't have gifts. Despite the hustle-bustle of the embassy crash site, while the rest of the scene is speculating whether there's a bomb in the van, he recognizes a sound, and stealthily approaches the ticking van. It's not an IED. It's a metronome, still swaying with the beat, a reminder of his youth staring at the keys of a piano.
That proclivity for silence will come in good stead on this investigation. For the musicians have composed a piece "for city and six drummers" in four parts that will wreak havoc on the city and disrupt life as we know it. Gathering up four rebel drummers (are there any other kind?) Sanna and Magnus plan four performances that "might be dangerous, certainly illegal" for the group to perform, each using "found" sound and the materials at hand to pull off.
This is where the film really gets good...and clever. Each performance (telling would be spoiling) is
intricately planned and performed, each becoming simpler and more disruptive in its effects until it becomes personal for the detective, who is always just a step behind...until the third movement. To explain further would be spoiling the surprises, and the enjoyment of the thing, but the film-makers are extraordinarily clever in the creation of the piece as a whole, working in a variety of media (including animation) to pull it off.
This is the sort of film-making that gives one hope, and although some CGI is employed (there had to be), it's of the seamless variety that doesn't over-stage, but merely supports the idea. Sound of Noise is odd, wacky, and quite extraordinary, and rises above the static of most film-making being done today.


The 2001 short film on which the feature is based...

Saturday, March 20, 2021

Now You See Me

Written at the time of the film's conjuration.

"Sometimes The Magic Works, Part 2"
or 
The Slightest of Hands

Bullwinkle: Hey, Rocky!  Watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat!
Rocky: But that trick NEVER works!


The tagline for Now You See Me, the latest film by Louis Letterier (who brought to you the modern version of Clash of the Titans, a not too bad film, actually, as empty-headed gladiator-myth movies go) is "The closer you look, the less you see," and, even though that's supposed to be saying something about the power of illusion, it couldn't be more appropriate for the movie it's supposed to be selling. You'll get the most out of this movie if you're asleep during it.*  

Better yet, don't get rooked into it, and do the opposite of the film's title and don't see it at all.  Because there's movie-magic, where you feel the sense of wonder and amazement, and there's the kind that just makes you feel that you've been "taken." Now You See Me makes me feel like a rube.
And that's the mastery of marketing. Great cast, with a bunch of actors who've got taste and have done terrific things before...and James Franco's brother, Dave...so there must be something to this, right? I mean, Morgan Freeman and Michael Caine,** Mark Ruffalo, Mélanie Laurent,*** Michael Kelly, and the Zombieland duo of Jesse Eisenberg and Woody Harrelson. No slouches there.  
But the movie is such a drab circling-camera edit-fest (it feels like it was shot on a Roomba) that you know you're being misled somewhere, and you're being made to not think about what's going on on-screen, because, ultimately it makes no sense whatsoever. The point of the movie is distraction, and there the movie succeeds quite well. It's so busy and flashy, you stop thinking and take in the swirling, swooping actors and camera moves, and let them wash over you...and your brain stops. It's only at the end that you realize that the movie is a white-rabbit and it's disappeared, if it even existed in the first place. Orson Welles said movie-making is smoke and mirrors, and there are plenty of mirrors here, but the result is pure smoke.

What's it about? Four street magicians Daniel (Eisenberg) card-sharp, Merrit (Harrelson) a mentalist, Henley (Isla Fisher) escape artist, and Jack (Franco) pick-pocket, all accomplished, all a little larcenous, are recruited by a mysterious presence (who has surreptitiously observed all of them disguised in a hoodie—what, they couldn't see the face?) to form a guerrilla magic team called "The Four Horsemen." They, after a jump of time, go from nothing to large coordinated shows, bankrolled by an insurance tycoon (Caine). The first, in Vegas, involves the seeming transportation of a French citizen to his bank in France, that results in the sucking of millions of euros out of its vault, and spraying it throughout the large theater crowd...as if by magic. This attracts the attention of the FBI in the form of agent Dylan Rhodes (Ruffalo) and Interpol's agent Alma Dray (Laurent), who pursue the clues and try to ascertain how they pulled off the heist. Along the way, they interview Thaddeus Bradley (Freeman), a magic debunker, who has a vested interest in exposing the Horsemen for a series of buzz-kill videos and reality shows. He shows the agents how it was done, then stops there, being very cagey about what the next scam will be.  As it turns out, it's in New Orleans, where Caine's insurance magnate tries to buy off Freeman to no avail.

At this point, you're wondering not about the "how," but the "why?" What's everybody's motivation in this?  Freeman's stakes are relatively paltry—the group has just gotten started, who would care—so you begin to suspect he's behind it all. Caine's interest in unimaginable, as he's putting out a large outlay of disposable cash for events that have no residual value, and leave him open to accessory and fraud charges. And the agents' zeal is largely enigmatic (matching those of the Horsemen). What's everybody in this for, other than to propel the movie? It's a bit like The Sting (which had the guts to put the motivation up front) only skin-deep and with shallow surface-flash. Letterier and script-writers Ed Solomon, Boaz Yakin and Edward Ricourt provide no fore-thought, but just speed things up and turn on the pyrotechnics, so there's no time for questions and little room for answers, while the actors go through their paces with looks of ambivalence so as not to betray anything.
There's not that much to betray. Once everything has been revealed (save for the fate of the Horsemen), there's no satisfaction, only a feeling of emptiness and pointlessness ("Really? All that for that?") and then you begin to question everyone's behavior during the film, which makes no sense given the actions displayed throughout the movie. One almost thinks that the film might have multiple endings, depending on which cineplex you go to, so tenuous is the resolution and back-story.  It doesn't bear close examination.

But then, we were warned. "The closer you look, the less you see."

And it has nothing, absolutely nothing up its sleeve.
Note from James in 2021: There was a sequel—Now You See Me 2. I didn't.
 * No Morgan Freeman jokes, please...

** Well, Michael Caine, he used to sign up for supermarket openings...

*** ...spent the whole movie wondering where I'd seen her before—Inglorious Basterds.

Thursday, June 7, 2018

The Great Train Robbery (1978)

The Great Train Robbery (Michael Crichton, 1981) Michael Crichton learned of "The Great Gold Robbery" of 1885 (or as it was known at the time, "The First Great Train Robbery")* while giving a course on anthropology at Cambridge University (at the tender age of 22). He read the trial transcripts and found the story so fascinating—of the robbers' year of preparation and the purloining of keys to make wax impressions of them to manufacture duplicates to open the gold-bearing safes on the train—that he took to writing a novel about it changing the names of the criminals and some of the circumstances.

He published "The Great Train Robbery" in 1975, keeping the basic plot intact but with some authorial flourishes and changing the names of the main conspirators. "I find facts inhibiting," Crichton explained. "One has to have some fun. The more you know, the more you are obliged to tell the truth. I much prefer not to know. It's far more enjoyable trying to figure something out."

As opposed to the real mastermind of the crime, William Pierce, a ticket-taker for the very railway he would rob, Crichton's version is Edward Pierce (played in the film by Sean Connery), a grifter posing as a man of means, who recruits "Screwsman" Robert Agar (Donald Sutherland) and his multi-talented lover Miriam (Lesley-Anne Down) to pull off the majority of the steps necessary to lift the gold shipment meant to pay off the troops fighting the Crimean War.
The film's opening narration explains it all:
In the year 1855, England and France were at war with Russia in the Crimea. The English troops were paid in gold. Once a month, twenty-five thousand pounds in gold was loaded into strongboxes inside the London bank of Huddleston and Bradford and taken by trusted armed guards to the railway station. The convoy followed no fixed route or timetable.
At the station, the gold was loaded into the luggage van of the Folkestone train for shipment to the coast and from there to the Crimea. The strongboxes were placed into two specially-built Chubb safes constructed of three-quarter inch tempered steel. Each safe weighed five hundred and fifty pounds. Each safe was fitted with two locks, requiring two keys, or four keys altogether. 
For security, each key was individually protected. Two keys were entrusted to the railway dispatcher who kept them locked in his office. A third was in the custody of Mr. Edgar Trent, president of the Huddleston and Bradford. And the fourth key was given to Mr. Henry Fowler, manager of the Huddleston and Bradford. 
The presence of so much gold in one place naturally aroused the interest of the English criminal elements. 
But in 1855 there had never been a robbery from a moving railway train.

The toughest part of the plan is acquiring the four distinct keys required to open the two Chubb safes holding the gold in the cargo hold of the train. Those keys are guarded by separate individuals—the dispatcher, Trent and Fowler. The dispatcher keeps his keys locked away at the train station. Fowler wears his around his neck, even while bathing. And the Lord only knows where the president of the bank, Trent, keeps his key. But, if Pierce can find the originals, Agar can make paraffin impressions of them, with the aim of making copies. But, they have to get the keys before they can even consider robbing the train.
It's a 19th century version of the "Mission: Impossible" scenario, with just as many opportunities for things to go wrong, and thus, for the team to improvise and change plans on the fly. To secure the keys, they must case the train-station and infiltrate the lives of the bank-men to learn where they keep them and to take them from them...if only for the few seconds it will take to make good impressions.
Because so much of the book consists of detailed descriptions of the action required to pull off the many elements of the heist, so much of the book deals with those actions. But five pages of description may take 15 seconds of presentation on film. So, as the wordless action takes place, it is buttressed by dialog scenes that may be the weakest part of the film, as Crichton—who also wrote the screenplay—loads the film with double and borderline single entendres that feel a bit out of place in stuffy Victorian England.
Connery was pursued for the starring role (Nick Nolte wanted it), but after reading the script found it "heavy" and turned it down. Asked to reconsider, he read the novel, met with Crichton and the script started changing to the point where Crichton described the difference: "The book was straight, factual. But the movie is going to be closer to farce."** Indeed, it is. Sometimes to the point of the farce of a "Carry On" film.
But, Connery—who made a career out of making the most of double entendres, manages to make the most of most of them (some would fall flat delivered by even the wittiest of actors).
But, where Connery becomes essential is in the tense depiction of the heist; while the train is running, Connery's Pierce must move from his first-class cabin at the front of the train to the safes in the storage cars at the rear. The only way he can do that without creating suspicion is by scrambling out of sight of the passengers on the outside of the train.
While out there, Pierce is buffeted by wind, choked by smoke—at one point director Crichton's hair was set alight from sparks being belched from the smoke-stack—and very nearly scraped off the train roof by bridges and other obstacles grazing the train along the track.*** And it's really Connery up there, doing the dangerous stunt work of the moving train. Reportedly, the star's wife, Micheline, was seriously miffed at seeing some of the dangerous work Connery did for the filmed robbery when she accompanied the star at the premier.
Connery's influence on Crichton during the filming can be seen in his future novels written afterwards; it seems like he was basing a character on the actor in every novel. You look at Alan Grant in his "Jurassic Park" (played by Sam Neill in Spielberg's film), Charles Munro in "Congo" (played by Ernie Hudson in Frank Marshall's film) and John Connor in "Rising Sun" (played by...Connery in Philip Kaufman's film) and you see the actor fitting neatly into each role based on Crichton's description.
The film boasts two very large sets which cost 10% of the film's budget of 6 million dollars—the rather amazing recreation of London's Strand  as well as a recreation of the Crystal Palace. The Crystal Palace sequence is enhanced by being photographed at night with some extraordinary lighting effects by master cinematographer Geoffrey Unsworth.

It would prove to be Unsworth's second-to-last film assignment (he would die of a heart attack while filming Roman Polanski's Tess) and the film is dedicated to him ("His Friends Miss Him"). It's certainly emblematic of the diverse nature of his work, giving day-lit scenes a burnished quality of an oil painting and bringing out amazing details even in the darkest of circumstances. If Crichton had any weaknesses as a director, he was aided immeasurably by Unsworth's eye.
The Great Train Robbery also boasts a maniacally boisterous score by Jerry Goldsmith that would fit into the "too-many-notes" school. In the same way that John Williams finds a proper rhythm for movies in his scores, Goldsmith always wrote to what the movie needed, rather than just enforcing what was on the screen. In this movie's case, it was to give a rather stately film with long-held shots more of the sensibility of a romp and providing a pell-mell momentum with more energy than even an on-coming train might provide.
It isn't perfect, but there are moments of grandeur (somewhat undercut by the farcical moments) in the telling of the tale and the technical aspects and in Connery's performance that more than make up for any descents into the sophomoric. It's certainly safe to say that it is Michael Crichton's best film.
Miriam: Do you ever tell anyone the truth?
Edward Pierce: The truth? The truth... no.


* It was called "The First Great Train Robbery" in Britain and Europe, owing to the notoriety of the more recent "Great Train Robbery" of 1963. When the book and the movie based on it were released in Europe it was under the title The First Great Train Robbery.

** The New York Times, January 28, 1979.
*** In his book of essays "Travels" Crichton tells the tale of the filming of The Great Train Robbery, where after one "take" filmed by an overhead helicopter, Connery started roaring to anyone who would listen that the train was travelling much faster than the designated 35 miles per hour. Connery could not be convinced when told that the speed—determined by the train engineer by timing the space between passing poles—that the speed was what was indicated—35 miles per hour. But, the helicopter pilot, filming the "Icarus-eye-view" of the speeding train indicated that his air-speed to keep up with the train was actually about 55 mph! That was all it took to mollify the pleased Connery. He'd been right all along.

Saturday, June 2, 2018

Two Smart People

Two Smart People (Jules Dassin, 1946) Jules Dassin's last job as a contract director for M-G-M (before tearing up the screen when he moved to B-movies at Universal) is a slight caper movie heavy on the relationship side of things; the tension comes not from the "will they pull it off" aspect so much as the "when does the betrayal happen" question. The screenplay is a collaboration between Ethel Hill (her last credit in a career that started in the silent era) and Leslie Charteris—who's most known for creating "The Saint." There are elements of that, but no halo's.

It follows two con-artists—Ace Connors (John Hodiak—he starred in Hitchcock's Lifeboat) and Ricki Woodner (Lucille Ball) who meet at a swanky Beverly Hill hotel. 

Well, they don't so much as collide; "clash" might be the better term. Both have their sights on a mark (the easily befuddled Lloyd Corrigan—but he had a history of playing con-men, as well) Ace has some oil futures he wants to sell to him, but Ricki has enough smart patter—and a deflecting "master-work"—to lure the investor to her side. That is, until Ace exposes it for a forgery, thus making those oil deeds a bit more tempting.
Make of it what you will two cats fighting over a ball of yarn, or a larcenous tennis match, but it puts Ricki and Ace on the same wavelength—one that has a lot of static on the line, but a certain simpatico frequency. Plus, Ace has a reputation—the rumor that he has half a million dollars in stolen bonds squirreled away somewhere, a nice little dividend if she can get her hands on it. But, there's another reason to get close to Ace—she's being threatened by Ace's former partner "Fly" Feletti (Elisha Cook Jr. in full weasel mode), who has a grudge against Ace and wants the bonds, as well. Already, the relationships, as they say, are "complicated."
And just a little slippery. With this couple of swindlers, you need someone you can depend on, so in walks Detective Bob Simms (Lloyd Nolan) who has absolutely no con to play, but does have have a job to do involving Ace; Simms is the cop investigating the stolen bonds and has the duty of escorting him to Sing Sing as part of the con's plea-deal for turning over evidence against Feletti (but not the bonds, the existence of which Ace won't even acknowledge). Simms is a practical man. He likes Ace (he's not a murderer, after all) and when Ace suggests they take the slow-road to Sing-Sing to visit old haunts and indulge in the finest meals that they don't provide on the menu at The Gray Bar Hotel. Simms is a straight arrow, but practical. An extended train-trip sounds like fun and they're in no hurry.
Trouble is, trains are public transportation; anybody can buy a ticket. So, Ace and Bob are surprised to find that Ricki has come along for the ride (and unbeknownst to them, so has Feletti), which sets up a dynamic where everybody is looking for the bonds that Ace has stashed. He won't betray their location and everybody wants to betray him. What's a con-artist to do? Sit back and enjoy the ride and make the best of it.
Hodiak looks like he's enjoying himself, and Nolan is a trooper. But, Ball, who since denounced the film as "a dog," looks none too happy. Oh, she goes through the motions, but you sense that there's a lip-twisting "Ewwww..." forthcoming in every scene. She had every right to be a bit brittle about it. Like, Dassin, this was going to be her last film before being released from her contract with the prestigious M-G-M. Despite the elaborate costumes she sports throughout the film, there was nothing flattering about the pink slip she'd be getting at the end of it.
I wonder whatever became of her? Well, one of the key technicians on the film was ex-pat cinematography master Karl Freund, who had learned enough from the German Expressionist era to highlight her cheekbones and make her look luminous despite the disadvantage of black-and-white doing nothing for her flaming red hair. Lucy must have taken notice and been appreciative, though. When she and husband Desi Arnaz launched Desilu Productions with their first series idea "I Love Lucy," they hired Freund to apply his same talents behind the camera and enhance the audience-friendly "3-camera technique" that would become of staple of those shows "filmed before a live audience."

Even career set-backs provide valuable lessons. Talk about "smart people."