typewriterriflemoviecamera_1Starring Samuel Fuller, Tim Robbins, Jim Jarmusch, Martin Scorsese, Quentin Tarantino

Directed by Adam Simon

Expectations: High.


The Typewriter, the Rifle and the Movie Camera tells the story of Sam Fuller through the three tools that defined his character. The typewriter represents his youth spent as a journalist, first as a copy boy and later as a 17-year-old homicide reporter. The rifle represents his time in the army, fighting in World War II from North Africa all the way to the liberation of a concentration camp in what is now the Czech Republic. The movie camera is obvious, and references his time as a director. These experiences combined to deliver a kind of hard-hitting, no-bullshit cinema that no one before or since has quite captured.

This documentary is made all the more vibrant by the participation of three “current-gen” directors (Tim Robbins, Jim Jarmusch and Quentin Tarantino), one ’70s-era filmmaker (Martin Scorsese), and the man himself, Samuel Fuller. Scorsese offers the wise opinions of an older man who has been deeply affected by the works of Fuller since the age of six when his father took him to see Fuller’s debut film, I Shot Jesse James. Tarantino and Robbins hang out in The Shack, Fuller’s home office in Los Angeles where he kept all his scripts, mementos and artifacts from movies long past. Robbins also serves as interviewer, directly asking Fuller questions. Jarmusch serves a more traditional documentary role: the filmed interview. And Fuller, of course, relates stories from his incredible life and career with the vibrant flare that only he can. He seems visibly excited to be conversing with the youth of Hollywood, and I’m sure it was quite flattering for the aging director to be so well-respected by these young men towards the start of their careers.

typewriterrifle_1Together these elements come together extremely well, along with clips from Fuller’s films, to paint a picture of what makes a Fuller picture unique, and also what makes Fuller tick. Oftentimes, these are largely the same and inseparable, as the title suggests. The typewriter, the rifle and the movie camera are all equally important to the makeup of Fuller’s character, and without one of these defining tools, Fuller would have ended up doing something much different than making films. Thankfully, we reap the benefits of his impressive life.

Having seen a couple of Fuller documentaries where he speaks on-camera, I had heard a couple of the stories he tells here, but there was a “new” one that I thought was especially interesting. Fuller talks about his experience working with Darryl F. Zanuck, and how Zanuck and other studio heads at the time were essentially gamblers. They took risks on films. Sometimes they paid off, sometimes not, but there was a human element, a gut instinct, to film production. This kind of thing is largely gone from the mainstream industry, with budgets skyrocketing and studios only able to make a profit after taking in hundreds of millions of dollars. The days of a studio supporting someone like Sam Fuller are over. Daring filmmakers definitely still exist, but the market is much changed, and their platform for risk is a small, limited audience instead of a studio-backed national release.

typewriterriflemoviecamera_2If you’ve always wondered about Sam Fuller but haven’t yet seen a movie, this would be a good overview of his career to whet your appetite with, and to gauge whether or not you’re cut out to be a Fuller fan.

Also: if I wasn’t an obsessive completionist, this film would also mark the end of my Sam Fuller review series. But I am an obsessive completionist who’s still hungry for more, so I’m going to delve into the films that Sam Fuller only wrote, or wrote and was supposed to direct, or wrote and started directing but then was taken off the film, etc. You get the idea. This is mostly likely going to be a path full of broken glass and land mines, as in Fuller’s autobiography he states that nearly every one of these films is a butchered hack job of his story. In any case, I look forward to plumbing the obscure depths of the Sam Fuller catalog starting in November.