When a legendary individual becomes so intimidating to his contemporaries that few fail to confront him during his lifetime, an attempt must be made after his demise. One such individual is William Randolph Hearst. The movie which unveiled his Napoleonic rigidity and overpowering demeanor was none other than Citizen Kane. The great Orsen Wells provided the interior man of his statuesque frame and he filled his shoes so convincingly, Hurst attempted to block it's released. In this film "White Hunter, Black Heart" we have another legend, the late great director, John Huston, {John Wilson] ham-handedly personified by a living legend, Clint Eastwood. While viewing the film which included Jeff Fahey as writer Pete Verrill and Charlotte Cornwell as Wilson's Secretary, one could not doubt but "see" John Huston's in the form of Eastwood. At times, during the movie, it's easy as Mr. Huston was known by his inner circle of friends and enemies as being a poetic director, social philosopher, loud mouth braggart and drunken adventurer. Eastwood put much of himself into his performance of Huston and does an admirable job, but in doing so, we see Eastwood, not Huston. Nevertheless, the film is a dedicated work of art to the movie African Queen, which by any account is a majestic tribute to both men. ***
Review of White Hunter Black Heart
