Hurry Sundown (1967)

Director:

Otto Preminger

Writers:

Horton Foote (writer)
Bert Gilden (novel)

Release Date:

9 February 1967 (USA)

Genre:

Drama

Tagline:

An explosive film. Its young stars are dynamite!

Plot:

Following the Second World War, a northern cannery combine negotiates for the purchase of a large tract of uncultivated Georgia farmland...

Plot Keywords:

Mammy | Symbolism | Hatred | Race Relations | Flood

Awards:

Nominated for Golden Globe. Another 2 wins

Cast

Michael Caine	...	Henry Warren
Loring Smith	...	Thomas Elwell
Peter Goff	...	Lipscomb
Jane Fonda	...	Julie Ann Warren
George Kennedy	...	Sheriff Coombs
John Phillip Law	...	Rad McDowell
Luke Askew	...	Dolph Higginson
Robert Hooks	...	Reeve Scott
Beah Richards	...	Rose Scott
Burgess Meredith	...	Judge Purcell
Donna Danton	...	Sukie Purcell
Madeleine Sherwood	...	Eula Purcell
Frank Converse	...	Reverend Clem De Lavery
William Elder	...	Bishop
Steve Sanders	...	Charles McDowell

Runtime:

146 min

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Color:

Color (Technicolor)

Aspect Ratio:

2.35 : 1

Sound Mix:

Mono

Certification:

Canada:R (Nova Scotia) | West Germany:16 (f) | Finland:K-16 | Sweden:15 | UK:A | USA:Unrated

Filming Locations:

Baton Rouge, Louisiana, USA

Company:

Otto Preminger Films

Trivia:

Then-Governor George Wallace refused permission to allow Otto Preminger to shoot the film in his state of Alabama.

Goofs:

Anachronisms: In one scene as the camera pans down the street, a later model Ford can be seen in a carport.

Quotes:

[Rose and Julie converse while Julie's child rests in Rose's arms]
Julie Ann Warren: Ah declare, Rose. Ah never saw him take to anyone like he does to you.
Rose Scott: Chillun' know who loves 'em.
Julie Ann Warren: Oh sometimes, Rose, Ah think you just about invented love.

Movie Connections:

Edited into Austin Powers in Goldmember (2002)

Soundtrack:

Ain't That A Good Thing

Poor have great sex!

This is the most embarrassing excuse for a serious picture I have ever seen.

I'm sure "Hurry Sundown" tested the pre-ratings MPAA for it's supposedly frank depiction of sexual themes. It probably required television editing as ABC ran this film several times in the early '70s.

You could cut the sexual tension with a knife if it wasn't so funny. Jane Fonda seductively playing the sax with Michael Caine was probably suggestive enough to cause the censors to get nervous. But then we have Faye Dunaway's cartoonish overacting in that bedroom scene with John Phillip Law. At least poor white trash have healthy sex lives.

The only thing criminal about this movie is that it attempted to tackle the thorny subject of race relations in the 1940s in such a cheap, heavy handed manner.