I was a young kid when I first saw the circus drama
TRAPEZE,
and naturally taken with the acrobatics. All these years later I can
still appreciate the quality of the stunts, which, though primitive
today, manage to combine editing and stunt doubling to excellent effect.
But more than that, I appreciate the film’s old-fashioned
movie-ness.
It’s just plain fun to watch. Burt Lancaster portrays a cane-toting
“catcher” previously crippled while performing a dangerous triple
mid-air somersault, and Tony Curtis is a young, aspiring "flyer" who
begs Lancaster to teach it to him. Their partnership and friendship are
undermined by the arrival of beautiful, ambitious circus tumbler (zaftig
Gina Lollobridgida), and quickly we have both a love triangle and a
contest as to which of the three looks best in spangled tights.
Lancaster, a former circus aerialist, does much of his own trapeze work.
Others in the cast include Thomas Gomez as the dollar-hungry circus
owner; Katy Jurado as a bareback rider and Lancaster's friend and former
flame; and
Johnny Puleo,
a sweet, harmonica-playing dwarf. Directed by Carol Reed (THE THIRD
MAN), TRAPEZE is a reminder of a long gone era when movies starred
stars. (Trivia note: Lancaster and Curtis co-starred again the following
year in the gritty, noirish SWEET SMELL OF SUCCESS, of which film
critic Anthony Lane wrote:
Burt Lancaster, wearing the scariest spectacles in the history of cinema – they appear before he does, on the side of a truck – plays a Broadway columnist (based on Walter Winchill)
and
Tony Curtis is a scurrying press agent, 'the boy with the ice-cream
face.' This is a great New York riff in which the quality of malice is
not strained.)
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