The Cincinnati Kid Movie Review
The Cincinnati Kid Review
"The Cincinnati Kid" Overview

Rating: NR
1965
Cast and Crew
Director : Norman JewisonProducer : Martin Ransohoff
Screenwiter : Ring Lardner Jr.,Terry Southern
Starring : Steve McQueen,Edward G. Robinson,Ann-Margret,Karl Malden,Tuesday Weld,Joan Blondell,Rip Torn,Jack Weston,Cab Calloway
A fairly obvious attempt to make The Hustler of poker, with Steve McQueen
playing the role of Fast Eddie (McQueen and Newman were rival screen heroes at
the time). The Cincinnati Kid artistically falls just short of that standard --
the characters are not as fully developed as in The Hustler -- but it's just as
much fun, and one of McQueen's best films.
McQueen is the Kid, a young card player who believes he is the best in the
country. Edward G. Robinson is the Man, the aging veteran that McQueen must
knock off his pedestal. McQueen is cocky, confident, appealing, and
fundamentally decent; Robinson is complex and opaque, with one of the greatest
poker faces in cinema. The inevitable showdown between the two is a battle of
wills and nerve which lasts a night, most of the next day and another night.
Almost half of the movie is taken up by the game itself, and it's the best half
-- tense and exciting, with a classic (though very improbable) finish. Away
from the card table, the film is only slightly less successful. Rip Torn plays
a rich gangster who tries to blackmail the dealer (Malden) into fixing the game
for the Kid. Meanwhile, the Kid also has to juggle the attentions of sixties
archetypal pinups Ann-Margret and Tuesday Weld. (Predictably, winner takes all
and the loser gets nothing.)
Among a cast loaded with talent, McQueen and Robinson are excellent. Joan
Blondell is good in a bit part as a has-been player who needles Robinson. The
often-underutilized Weld can’t do much with her wholesome character, but Torn
and Ann-Margret get scenery to chew as the bad influences that try to drag the
Kid down. The morality play is routine and the moral is familiar: someone has
to fall, and fall hard. Screenwriters Ring Lardner and Terry Southern add
snappy dialogue as expected, but the subplots are secondary to the action at
the green felt table.
As a bonus, the film ably exploits New Orleans settings, from the opening jazz
funeral to the blues band that briefly diverts the Kid as he kills time in the
Quarter. (As a finishing piece de resistance to this period piece, Ray Charles
sings the theme song.)
Reviewer: David Bezanson





