Format: TCM
Viewing: First
Decade: 2020's
Director: Tom Donahue
Like any other self-respecting 1990's hipster, I have a warm place in my heart for Dean Martin. I spend less time thinking about Martin than I do Bing Crosby, who was a huge inspiration to the Rat Pack, but - hey - one of my earliest memories is my dad singing the intro to "That's Amore" to me as he tucked me in.
I would see Martin in Rio Bravo back in college, as well as Ocean's 11, and I started to get a picture of Martin and how he fit into the culture in ways that Frank Sinatra did not. Probably the easiest analog for us Gen-X'ers is Brad Pitt to George Clooney in the Soderbergh Ocean's films.
As a doc, Dean Martin: King of Cool (2021) works as a no-consequences sort of film. No one is out there debating Dean Martin in 2021. He was. He is. He's heard on the radio to this day, and his films are still okay. So it's about painting a portrait of a guy who was maybe a bit unknowable, even by his own children. And in that, what you wind up doing is - metaphor 1: seeing the silhouette of the guy against the backdrop of what we do know, and - metaphor 2: starting with the stone of what we know and chipping away til the statue of Dean Martin presents itself.