Watched #TheKilling last night. It's the first pre-Spartacus film by Kubrick I've seen (yes, I haven't seen Paths of Glory, shame on me), and it's generally considered to be his first great work. At the very least, it comes close. It tells the seemingly simple story of a racetrack robbery, masterminded by a career criminal (Sterling Hayden), but aided by men of all walks of life: a cuckolded cashier (Elisha Cook), a crooked cop (Ted de Corsia), a bartender with an ailing wife (Mike O'Reilly), a quirky sharpshooter (Timothy Carey), and a philosophical wrestler (Kola Kwariani). What distinguishes the film is its generosity of style, especially the non-linear editing scheme, which hops from one player to another, giving us a complete picture of the robbery, and the crisp cinematography, encompassing even a bit of handheld camerawork to emphasize a traumatic moment. Kubrick was still perfecting his craft, and the film does have its weaknesses. The narration (which Kubrick himself resented) is intrusive, the acting is at times self-conscious (especially Marie Windsor as Cook's scheming wife, who seems almost to be in a different film), and the ironic touches which seal the characters' fates now seem a bit hamfisted. But there's a lot to treasure here: the robbery itself is quite ingeniously conceived, the good performances are very good indeed, and the sight of Kwariani flinging security guards around like ragdolls is frankly stunning. Ultimately, not quite a great film, but certainly a must for film buffs as a key work from one of the greatest directors ever. #StanleyKubrick #SterlingHayden #ElishaCook #MarieWindsor #CriterionCollection