Saturday, May 4, 2013

Real Talk with Jesse and Celine

BEFORE SUNSET (2004)
Reviewed by Jerry Saravia
(Original review from 2005)
Who would have guessed that it would take the reunion of director Richard Linklater and actors Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy to make a truly blissful, bittersweet romantic comedy? Well, I am happy to report that "Before Sunset" is a lovely, melancholy and disarmingly sweet surprise - a fascinating sequel to "Before Sunrise" that left me swooning and on a happy high note of bliss. I normally don't say such things but I respect a solid romantic film when I see one.

Ethan Hawke is back as Jesse, an unhappily married author who is promoting his newest book in Paris. The story of his novel dictates the brief romantic fling he had nine years earlier with Celine (Julie Delpy) in Vienna, which is the basic story of "Before Sunrise." Lo and behold, at a bookshop where he's promoting his book, a beaming Celine turns up. Jesse is distracted yet smitten all over again. They talk as they parade one end of Paris to another, discussing a wide variety of topics such as marriage, politics, age, looks, books and, inevitably, their own blissful fling. They were supposed to have met back in Vienna a mere six months after meeting each other, and only Jesse made it for this encounter.

Wait a minute, so this is all just mere conversation? No sex, drugs, rock and roll? No plot? I would say yes to all three questions, but are we forgetting that this is a sequel to a movie that was just about two people talking? Think of it this way: About ten years ago, I found myself wandering the streets of King's Point, NY after getting out of class from Queens College, thinking foolishly that I'd find a way to get to my Port Washington home on foot. No such luck. The point is that I wish someone had been walking with me for those three long hours, preferably of the opposite sex. If you understand that notion, "Before Sunset" will work miracles for you.

It has been nine years since I saw "Before Sunrise." I respected the film and found it was entrancing in its own conceit of just following two people who met on a train to Venice. The sequel has them all grown up and in their thirties, and I'd be remiss if I didn't feel like I had seen the original just the other day. It is like seeing two friends and playing catch-up - are they the same? Do they have the same interests? Are they are as romantic as they were in their twenties?

It is not fair to say much more. "Before Sunset" is all dialogue but never boring (Hawke and Delpy co-wrote the screenplay). This is not simply a travelogue of Paris either as director Richard Linklater uses the Steadicam to follow our two wanna-be lovers from one street and canal to another. Scenes in a coffee bar are accomplished with traditional close-ups and they work because they are used appropriately. It also helps that Ethan Hawke's Jesse and Julie Delpy's Celine are such engaging, three-dimensional characters - you want to follow them forever. The film's ending has an implied sense of regret as their lives took on different routes. One wonders if they wish they could rejuvenate their love or if they accept their standing in life. The fact that they question it and discuss it makes this one of the more romantic and bittersweet films of our times. If you're sick of prefab romantic claptrap with J. Lo and company, observe "Before Sunset."

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

I Heard Scorsese Will Paint Houses Again

SCORSESE'S RETURN TO GOODFELLAS' TERRITORY
By Jerry Saravia
It has been 19 years since director Martin Scorsese and actor Robert De Niro have worked together. Their last project was the vastly underrated "Casino," a sprawling, hardcore, deeply unsettling and definitely entertaining Mafia movie - a sort of "GoodFellas Goes West" where Las Vegas becomes the playground of greed and excess for the wiseguys. Since then, Scorsese has not dealt with the Mafia per se, with the exception of "The Departed" which features an underworld element that has little to do with "GoodFellas" or "Casino." The news had arrived well over a year ago that Scorsese had his eye on "I Heard You Paint Houses," a 2004 book by author Charles Brandt that deals with real-life figure, Frank "The Irishman" Sheeran.

In the book, it is stated that Pennsylvanian-born Sheeran had served in World War II for 411 days, participating in the Dachau concentration camp massacre (interestingly, this event also signaled one of the more powerful scenes in Scorsese's "Shutter Island"). After leaving the service, he worked as a trucker and became a hitman for the Bufalino crime family, working for crime boss Russell Bufalino. Sheeran also claimed to have been a hitman for Jimmy Hoffa, involved in more than 25 murders (Sheeran also worked as a labor union official for Hoffa). Sheeran also claimed support for anti-Fidel Castro forces involved in the Bay of Pigs disaster, as well as claiming that President John F. Kennedy's assassination was a Mafia hit (Sheeran allegedly transported rifles to the alleged assassins). There is also the claim that Sheeran killed Jimmy Hoffa (this would contradict the late Richard Kuklinsi's claims that he had killed Hoffa, according to the book "The Iceman: Confessions of a Mafia Contract Killer.)" 
The planned adaptation of this book is called "The Irishman." So what are my thoughts on this? This is a great idea for a film and I certainly hope Scorsese makes it. It is not an average story of a Mafia contract killer or "GoodFellas" redux simply because a lot of history is attached to it, or historical footnotes as it were. Robert De Niro claimed earlier this year that he was going play Sheeran and Al Pacino would play Hoffa. My only quibble is Pacino's casting - this man is in his 70's, playing a 62-year-old man who was very animated and passionate about his Teamsters Union (check out the interrogations by the late Robert Kennedy for proof). Not that Pacino can't animate himself to extremes but he does a look little too old to play Hoffa (it might end up being better than Nicholson's cartoon Hoffa with a prosthetic nose in the film of the same name). And since the story is told from the point-of-view of an old man, De Niro can definitely do the latter but who is going to play the role when it comes to the depictions of WW II and the Hoffa Years? De Niro is a very talented actor, able to change his body language to suit any character, but he can't make himself look too young. There are also claims that Harvey Keitel and Joe Pesci are cast, though no word on what roles they will play.

When "The Irishman" will commence filming is unclear. Scorsese recently said it wouldn't be till 2014, and it seems his long-gestating passion project "Silence" is finally becoming a reality. Either way, this is one fascinating story I look forward to from one of the greatest film directors of all time.

Saturday, April 27, 2013

A Western in Your FACE!

COMIN' AT YA! (1981)
Reviewed By Jerry Saravia

The title says it all - everything on the screen comes at yah, in 3-D. Only the 3-D effects are not what they are nowadays - we are talking about cardboard glasses with red and cyan filters. That means anything red and cyan really popped out of the screen. "Comin' at Ya!" was a return to 3-D back in 1981, throwing everything at the audience except the kitchen sink. Is it a good movie? Heck, no! Is it another one of those good-bad movies? Heck, yes!
Oh, no!!! A Baby's bare ass in 3-D!
The movie directed by Ferdinando Baldi is a low-rent spaghetti western that begins with H.H. Hart (Tony Anthony) at his wedding ceremony which is interrupted by two villainous, gun-toting brothers. They kill the priest and kidnap Hart's bride who is sold as a prostitute. Hart is assumed to be dead but no - in a pure knockoff of Clint Eastwood's Man of No Name and Few Words, he is very much alive and intends to find the brothers and kill them and save his bride. That is the plot which is merely a springboard for endless 3-D effects that include flying bats, flying flaming arrows, characters who toss beans, coins and yo-yos at the audience from low-angle shots, hungry rats, snakes, guns that poke out of the screen, and there is a baby's bare ass as it sits on us! Oh, and I enjoyed the nifty opening credits which are emblazoned on several objects in a room.

On the plus side, "Comin' at Ya!" has some beautiful widescreen western landscapes (though this is the first western I've seen where palm trees show up in shots that look like they were filmed in Palm Springs). The movie is somewhat fun and has a simple-minded sense of humor, though it does drag on for a while until it gets to do the good stuff - the 3-D climax in particular is quite effective. "Comin at Ya! is not really a movie - it is just a test reel to prove that 3-D was back in a major way (all the 3-D effects are repeated at the end in case you didn't notice how cool they were). They are cool effects, but a more charismatic hero and something called a story might have been nice too.

Friday, April 26, 2013

A Killer Smile

THE STEPFATHER (1987)
An Analysis by Jerry Saravia


I first saw The Stepfather on late-night TV back in 1989 (at that time, there were TV spot ads for "Stepfather 2"). My initial reaction was that I had seen one of the more suspenseful, frightening thrillers in many years. The truth still holds today for what is regarded as a cult thriller with one of the most compelling, ambiguous psychopaths in a long time. The very notion that "a daddy may not be a daddy," a quote attributed to film critic David Edelstein, is certainly a scary thought. This is not a slasher flick nor is it a typical thriller. It is certainly not a monster movie or anything akin to the slasher routines of Jason Voorhees or Michael Myers. "The Stepfather" is along the lines of a story torn right out of today's headlines. In the 1980's, the headliner was John List, convicted murderer of his family who went on the run and adopted a pseudonym (story was later made into a TV movie with Robert Blake). List was later found and apprehended thanks to America's Most Wanted. The cinematic daddy Jerry is simply a tale of madness where a daddy can go nuts with a glinting knife if his wife and kids disappoint him.

The film opens and closes with the same image: a newspaper-delivering boy on a bicycle tossing newspapers at every house on the tree-lined street. One newspaper is flung at a particular house where the camera suddenly tracks into, slowly pushing in to the second floor bathroom window. A bearded man is seen with blood on his face and hands. He washes his bloody hands in the sink and mutters to himself. Slowly, he takes a suit from the suitcase, cuts his hair, shaves his beard and, presto, he looks like a new man! We see him leave the bathroom while framed photos of his family are shown on the wall. He finds a toy in the hallway and deposits it in the toy chest - still establishing order. This man descends to the main living room where we witness a savagely bloody scene - family members are left for dead and furniture is toppled over (the overwhelming music and the busy dial tone of a phone receiver sends chills, nicely foreshadowing the thrilling climax). One grisly sight is of a dead little girl on the floor still clutching her teddy bear. The man leaves the house, whistles Camptown Races, grabs a newspaper and leaves while other people are seen leaving for work - it is interesting how nobody seems to acknowledge his presence since he appears to be a normal Everyman going to work. So we shift from shadowy angles and morbid sights to the overcast morning light of day as life goes on. This sequence sets up the rest of the movie perfectly, aligning murder as a hidden reality in everyday modern suburbia. Though the alignment of such phenomenon is not entirely new (exposed with more visual panache in David Lynch's Blue Velvet one year earlier), it is still an unsettling image knowing that our own parents may have secrets that we can only dream about. His adjustment to normalcy in modern America is also fittingly disturbing - he has none of the distinguishing characteristics of a serial killer. Only his forced smile can be an indicator.

We shift one year later to a teenage girl on a bike named Stephanie (Jill Schoelen). She is on her way home when she is greeted with dried leaves flung at her by her mother, Susan (Shelley Hack). They start throwing more leaves at each other and finally reach a truce. Their friendly game is interrupted by a car honk. "Oh, Jerry is home. Come on honey" says Susan, though we see Stephanie is obviously disappointed ("Jerry is home. Hiiiyaa.") Now we know the name of the man we saw in the opening sequence (though it surely can't be his real name). Jerry kisses Susan and presents Stephanie with a mutt. She is delighted though she is oblivious to his reference to TV's Rin-Tin-Tin. Jerry asks her if they can give the dog a new home and she agrees. "That's my girl," says Jerry. Stephanie leaves hastily and we sense that she does not get along with this new man in her life. As she gets in the house, we see that the screen door does not close properly. Jerry says he has to fix it someday and thinks the puppy was a mistake. Susan's reply is, "The puppy is perfect. You are perfect."

This family life is far from perfect, and it is the first indication that Susan is blind to the man she has brought to her home. Jerry is a top-notch realtor for American Eagle Realty and firmly believes that he is really selling the American Dream (it isn't just some con). In the meantime, Stephanie sees a psychiatrist from time to time (with Jerry seen outside waiting by the car). This relationship with the psychiatrist, Dr. Bondurant (Charles Lanyer), is a far healthier one than the one Stephanie has with Jerry. She can confide in Bondurant of her problems with the new stepfather and with skipping and being suspended from school, blaming her own father who died a year earlier. When we see Stephanie in the car with Jerry, he tells her to stop butting heads with him and improve their relationship. He also tells her to stop screwing up in school. Next we see Stephanie engaged in a fight with another girl and getting expelled. Mr. Jerry will not stand for this nor will he see her in a boarding school as an alternative. Thus, Jerry becomes the Everyman, the one who can set things straight and solve any problem. He convinces the school principal that Stephanie is a "lost cause" who can be helped. Then we are back in the psychiatrist's office as Stephanie continues to whine about Jerry. "He scares me Dr. Bondurant. I am afraid of him." This confession startles the good doctor.

The film shifts from Stephanie's growing suspicions to the investigation of a prior murder by Jerry (the murder we see at the beginning). Jim Ogilvie (Stephen Shellen) was the brother of Jerry's formerly slain wife and now he wants to exact revenge. The police can't do much since there are no witnesses - it doesn't help that Jerry is so clever in his escape from one house to the next leaving not one shred of evidence. The newspapers will not run the photographs along with the articles. Despite a lack of support, Ogilvie persists and goes back to the crime scene to dig up something, anything, to find the family killer.

In the meantime, Stephanie is more and more convinced that Jerry is not whom he says he is. A barbecue party convinces her even more. Jerry overhears a group discussing a newspaper article of a family killer. He reads the paper, is understandably shocked and says that there is only one reason why a man would murder his family - "Maybe they disappointed him." This scene alone is a classic, showcasing Jerry's dual side perfectly. He expresses shock, disgust, and then he arches his eyebrows as he makes a telling statement. However, we do not see the group's reaction. Instead we see Stephanie's shocked reaction. Suddenly, his arching eyebrows turn to a smile worthy of Ward Cleaver. He changes the newspaper into a captain's hat and gives it to a kid, making references to Scotty's voice from Star Trek. The final nail in the coffin is when Jerry goes to the basement and yells, screams, and smashes things. He begins muttering to himself that there should be some order. He is more upset at being found out by the authorities. "We are going to keep this family together. You had better believe it!" screams Jerry. Unfortunately, he is unaware of Stephanie's presence since she went to the basement to get ice cream. Jerry says that sometimes he needs to let off some steam. Stephanie walks away and goes back to the party. After the party has ended, she finds the newspaper and decides to find out who the murderer was. She calls the newspaper and asks for a photo, claiming she is doing a paper on mass murderers. When the photo arrives in the mail, we find it in Jerry's hands, not Stephanie's. He goes to a local photo shop and gets a new photo print. When Stephanie finally gets the mail, she is quite disappointed that it didn't turn out to be Jerry after all. Interestingly, Stephanie has come closer to ID'ing the killer than Ogilvie...which makes me wish somebody had the foresight to cast Jill Schoelen as an older Stephanie in a future sequel, possibly as an FBI agent or a smart detective pursuing serial killers. Alas, it was not to be (she was reportedly offered a role in the first sequel but a deal was not reached).

Yet another brief investigation takes place, this one involving the good doctor. Dr. Bondurant suggests to Stephanie that he try to talk to Jerry. She hopes that the doctor will be on her side. He calls the house but Jerry refuses to talk to him. Dr. Bondurant tries another alternative - he will pretend to buy a house. The doctor sets up an appointment and they meet. Jerry senses right away that this guy is not interested in buying a house - he is interested in talking to Jerry. Thus, a scene of unsettling violence ensues involving a 2X4. This is the first moment of pure violence we have witnessed in almost an hour of running time. Jerry wraps the doctor's corpse in plastic and fakes an automobile accident. A problem solved quickly for Jerry who uses the incident to win some love and support from Stephanie. She cries over the doctor and hugs Jerry for support. The next day, Stephanie offers to help Jerry with one of his birdhouses and then tells him that she is sorry for her behavior. "Well, why don't we just bury the hatchet," says Jerry. He also advises Stephanie not to grow old too fast considering her interest in boys. After the birdhouse is situated, he wonders if a family of birds could live in there. Let's hope those birds don't disappoint him. (At this point, by the way, the screen door has been fixed).

Now we have a family that couldn't be happier and more homely. A Thanksgiving dinner is treated with great reverence by Jerry. "Until this moment, I never knew what Thanksgiving was really all about," says Jerry with real emotion and a butcher knife that glints. Looks like Jerry's American Dream has become a reality. For the moment. Stephanie hangs out with her friend, Paul (Jeff Schultz), who gives her a ride in his motorbike (they have an earlier scene where they mock a boxing match in one of the most tender and honest scenes depicting teenagers in the entire movie). Paul drops her off at her house. He kisses her goodnight. A pleasant moment until Jerry opens the door and lashes at Stephanie and Paul. He accuses Paul of rape and Stephanie tells him he is all crazy and hung-up about sex. Susan slaps her in the face for disrespecting Jerry. She runs off while Susan berates Jerry for throwing away all the progress they have made. He stares menacingly and walks to the street and, at this precise moment, we see that Jerry is disappointed by his family. He is now ready to move on.

"The Stepfather" has all the hallmarks of your average slasher film or thriller. It does have a brutal psychopath and the customary victims and the occasional flashes of the traditional violence and gore. But what distinguishes "The Stepfather" from others of its ilk is its protagonist and the family values it tries to bestow on the audience. Jerry Blake aka Henry Morrison is not a psychopath devoid of personality wearing a hockey mask and armed with a machete. He is a seemingly ordinary man who believes and promotes family values, and is always smiling and being kind to others. His love for Susan seems genuine, and he tries to make peace with Stephanie by giving her a puppy. This guy really does try but is continually disappointed. His disappointment gives way to an uncontrollable rage for murder. Stephanie sees something abnormal in Jerry whereas her mother Susan just doesn't see. Stephanie sees how Jerry acts in the basement "making faces to himself." She also sees his evil glances at the barbecue masked by his smile that could light up a room. Stephanie is simply not interested in smiling all the time and behaving as if she were in an episode of Leave it to Beaver - "I swear to God, it is like having Ward Cleaver for a dad." The tense relationship between Stephanie and Jerry is at the core of "The Stepfather," a relationship that has a cinematic equivalent in Hitchcock's Shadow of a Doubt. In the latter, Teresa Wright was the niece to Uncle Charley (Joseph Cotten), a similarly meek-looking counterpart to Jerry Blake who could also explode with rage. Their relationship was fraught with tension, just like Stephanie and Jerry's.

What is really at the core is what "The Stepfather" ultimately says about the importance of family in an age where old-fashioned values are ignored. Jerry Blake is the kind of man who marries widows with children. His thought process is to search for perfection - to make a family as perfect as a sitcom would from the 1950's. That he is unrealistic about such demands is barely the problem - he assumes whatever flaws exist can be eradicated to the point where they are nonexistent. If any outside forces come in to destroy the perfection, they can and will be nicely dispatched of. The most telling examples are: the newspaper account of his murderous history; the psychiatrist who assumes another identity to discover Jerry's other side;  Stephanie's boyfriend who just wants to kiss her goodnight; Stephanie's attitudinal urges and her violent fights in school; and, most importantly, Ogilvie, the brother-in-law from one of Jerry's former marriages. A subtle example of dispatching any threats to the family is conveyed through dialogue. Jerry watches Mr. Ed on television while Susan seductively brushes her hair. She comes to bed and wonders why Jerry doesn't talk about his past. He says it did not exist until he met her. Then he tells her that the past is not important, what is important is the present, here and now. They make love and all talk of the past is forgotten. Nothing can intrude upon the past and nothing can get in the way of family.

One of the criticisms of "The Stepfather" is that it allows almost no insight into Jerry Blake. As New York Times critic Janet Maslin commented, "It's disappointingly thin and no full account of Jerry Blake's psychosis is ever explored." One can agree with Maslin that we have no idea who Jerry Blake is or where he comes from. Any insights into his personal background is virtually lacking (originally, the screenplay was to have flashbacks of Jerry's younger days where he was physically abused). Just before the violent climax, Jerry forgets who he is: "Wait a minute. Who am I here?" That line still gives me goosebumps. Basically, we only get hints into Jerry's psychology. Dr. Bondurant assumes that Jerry had a strict upbringing based on his family needs and upholding traditions. We see that Jerry has a love for 50's television, including references to "Star Trek," "Mr. Ed," and "Rin Tin Tin." A deleted scene I caught when the film was televised in 1989 showed Jerry talking to Susan about meeting Dr. Bondurant. Susan asks him if he is afraid of psychiatry and if he has something to hide. Jerry jokes and tells her, "One of these days Susan. Bang! Zoom! Right to the Moon!", an obvious reference to "The Honeymooners." When he later makes love to Susan, we see a passionless reaction, as if he gets no pleasure from lovemaking. I love these hints and they do speak volumes, even if we still have no real clue why Jerry murders the families he marries into outside of the most casual disappointments. 


"The Stepfather" was badly marketed back in 1987, advertised more as a slasher flick with Jerry brandishing a knife in silhouette. The U.S. poster at the top of this page shows two different stepfathers and it is more in line with the film's theme. Though the film did well in some markets, it fared poorly overall since it had no major stars (this was after all an independent film). It did well in L.A. in its original release date, January 1987, but after being shown in New York, Philly and Chicago in the intervening months, it gained less of an audience. Unless you were a film fan, you had no idea who Terry O'Quinn was, a journeyman actor who had appeared in a string of films in largely small roles (lately he has appeared in the X-Files film and Primal Fear and of course, TV's Lost). Jill Schoelen acquired some attention as the newest scream queen, later appearing in mildly diverting schlock like "Cutting Class" and classier, smarter horror pics like "Popcorn" before actually leaving the business altogether to raise a family (of course, I became a big fan of hers as a result of this film). Only Shelley Hack remained something of a known personality at that time for having appeared in TV's "Charlie's Angels." These factors were not enough to induce any mainstream appeal. You have to remember that anything remotely resembling a slasher film in the 80's was quickly written off as a failure. Horror became synonymous with slasher films or splatter films. Amazingly, 1987 also produced "Fatal Attraction," a hugely popular psychological thriller that ends with a bloodier ending than most slasher flicks (and admittedly left one too many loopholes). Of course, the latter had brand name actors and a director with a stronger tracking record but as intense as the film was, it was not the sleeper of the year that "The Stepfather" was.

But I certainly can't think of a better cast for "The Stepfather." O'Quinn gives a wonderful performance, one that shows how a psycho can mask his origins by pretending to be an all-American father with smiles and gifts of love (he would have been at home in "The Stepford Wives" or for that matter on TV's "Leave it to Beaver"). Schoelen shows a strong sympathetic side, and her clever intuitions as a Nancy Drew type show that smart, alert teenagers are more interesting than dumb ones. Shelley Hack has a thankless role but she has her own mask - her naivete. When it is finally exposed and she sees for the first time who Jerry Blake really is, we see that her love was blind and wish she would have caught the warning signs sooner. Also the underlying moral (and not just to women) seems to be a clear warning: do not marry hastily until you know who you are marrying. The fact that she married so quickly after losing her husband within a year might stretch credibility for some, but it is very apparent nowadays.

Crisply written by the late crime novelist Donald E. Westlake, photographed with autumnal colors and a subtle TV look by cinematographer John Lindley ("Pleasantville") and directed with the flair and style of a Hitchcockian student by Joseph Ruben, "The Stepfather" is one of the classiest, scariest and most suspenseful thrillers since Hitch's own "Psycho." Its shock is never knowing when family man Jerry Blake may crack under pressure if his family does not meet his standards. When he utters the words, "Whom am I here?," it sends a chill to the bone. The sequels never did it justice. "The Stepfather" is in a class all by itself. 

SOURCES: Edelstein, David. 1987. "Review of the Stepfather." Village Voice, May 8.
Maslin, Janet. 1987. "Review of the Stepfather." N.Y. Times, May 8.

Hitchcock's Last Hurrah

FAMILY PLOT (1976)
Reviewed by Jerry Saravia
Whenever the last film of a great director's career comes forth, one reacts with trepidation due to one's unfairly great expectations. This may be why I avoided Alfred Hitchcock's last hurrah, known as "Family Plot," for so many years. I have long admired and become influenced by Hitch's work. We are talking about a career that spans 54 films in its output, producing such classics as "Psycho," "North By Northwest," "Rear Window," "Shadow of a Doubt," "Vertigo" and several more. During the 1970's, Hitch was less prolific with one exceptionally thrilling and graphic thriller, "Frenzy" in 1972, and "Family Plot" in 1976. Strangely, I must say I was pleasantly surprised: "Family Plot" may not be one of Hitch's finest but it is one of his few light comedies that has a few laughs and fine performances. It is light on its feet and quietly good fun.

Barbara Harris stars as a phony psychic named Blanche Tyler (she calls herself a "spiritualist") whose latest client, Mrs. Rainbird, is trying to locate her sister's long-lost son. The trouble is that he may be dead but it hardly matters - Mrs. Rainbird wants Blanche to find him for a ten-thousand dollar fee since he stands to be the heir of a million dollar fortune . This naturally excites Blanche and her cab driver boyfriend, George Lumley (Bruce Dern), who masquerades as a private eye and a lawyer. His act, which doesn't fool anyone, is to smoke a pipe, and he stands out like a true amateur.

This whole search somehow involves another couple, in this case a rich married couple (William Devane and Karen Black - both ably cast) who are involved in kidnappings for rare diamonds. But I would not dream of giving away the connection between these two couples except to say that it is fairly foreseeable if you have seen other suspense thrillers.

The fun in "Family Plot" is in the clues and the gradual tension and suspense involved in finding this missing Rainbird man. We have cemetaries with strange plots, tremulous psychics, bishops kidnapped for ransom, Karen Black wearing a blonde wig, secret compartments in garages, and so on.

What is especially interesting about "Family Plot" is how laid-back and involving it is. There are a few great scenes told with Hitchcock's mastery of letting long-takes unfold without dialogue. Two stand out in particular: overhead shot of George walking through the cemetery dirt trails as he pursues an elderly woman; and a quietly effective sequence where George enters the rich couple's house through a garage window (shades here of Cary Grant entering a rich man's home in "North By Northwest"). There is also a very good chase scene where George and Blanche drive while unable to stop their car due to faulty brakes.

The performances are also low-key and intriguing. William Devane (who sounds like a smoother Jack Nicholson) does some of his best work here as a jeweler whose mind is always at work creating dangerous schemes. I also love Karen Black, who has one greatly funny scene where she tries to warn Devane at his jewel shop of danger while pretending to be a customer. Bruce Dern is snappy and fitfully engaging as the somewhat dim-witted George, who's disinterested in Blanche's sexual pleas. Only Barbara Harris tends to go a bit over-the-top as Blanche, especially her seance scenes which provoke more groans rather than laughter.

All in all, "Family Plot" is genial, lighthearted, clever nonsense - probably just a walk in the park for Hitch who was near the end of his health. All I can imagine is that Hitch must have been all sunny smiles while making essentially a parody of the suspense genre he helped create and perfect.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

God in B-Movie Form


GOD TOLD ME TO (1976)
Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

Along with the king of low-budget horror Roger Corman, Larry Cohen has made some of the cheesiest horror pictures imaginable. There is the absurdity of "It's Alive" and the pointlessness of "The Stuff," one of the worst films of the 1980's. "God Told Me To" (also known as "Demon") is one of those rarities, a crude but continually engaging thriller that remains original in conception, if silly in overall execution.

A series of unmotivated and unrelated killings have been occurring in New York City. The killings involve either a sniper randomly shooting people on the streets, a cop who suddenly smiles and starts shooting passerby in a parade, a family man who quietly shoots his entire family, and so on. The connection between all these killers is their motivation: God told them to do it. This raises the ire of Peter Nicholas (Tony Lo Bianco), a cop with religious beliefs who goes to church every Sunday. How could God tell these people to kill? Is this God's way of letting the world know He exists? Or did these sudden killers just snap?

Nicholas is convinced that something weird is going on in New York but the police force does not support his harebrained theory (though he is able to predict a killing in a parade from a tip). His wife (Sandy Dennis) fears for him, though they do not live together. His supportive girlfriend (Deborah Raffin) fears for Nicholas as well. And then Nicholas discovers that a blonde-haired, Christ-like figure had appeared to each of the killers prior to the actual murders. Is this mysterious figure the Son of God, or an alien force?

"God Told Me To" has lots of surprises in store and its documentary-like staginess, a hand-held camera is used in almost every scene at street level, enhances the plausibility. Perhaps due to a meager budget, Larry Cohen does not show special-effects of any kind (though one FX sequence has been reportedly stolen from the television show "Space:1999"). Cohen's strength lies in the superb, formidable cast, including Sylvia Sydney as a formerly abducted woman who bore a child though she was a virgin, Richard Lynch as the soft-spoken Christ-like figure, Andy Kaufman's brief creepy turn as a smiling cop, Deborah Raffin's compassionate girlfriend of Nicholas, and finally, Lo Bianco's slow burn as a frazzled cop who is shaken by the religious implications of these murders.

There is a lot to admire in "God Told Me To" but it does conclude with a fire-and-brimstone finale, echoing "Carrie's" similar ending, that does little to stir the imagination. And some of the scenes where Lo Bianco seems to go nutty inside apartment corridors and noirish-lit pool rooms also jettisons the philosophical nature of the material. Often thrilling, funny, exciting and tense, "God Told Me To" is one hell of a ride for a B movie. It's just that its aspirations seemed to be emanating from an A movie.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Terrorism in our front yard


ARLINGTON ROAD (1999)
Reviewed by Jerry Saravia
(Original review from 1999)
The threat of terrorism is as alive as one can imagine. From the recent tragedies at Ruby Ridge and Oklahoma to the World Trade Center bombings, terrorism hangs like a pall of death in our everyday existence. "Arlington Road" makes claim that terrorists may be our own next-door neighbors, ready to pounce at any given moment.

Jeff Bridges stars as a professor of terrorism at George Washington University, who teaches his students that the perpetrators of terrorism are wrongly personified by the media - they are not acts done by one man but by a group. He is obsessed by the mere act of terrorism itself, mainly due to his late wife, an FBI agent, who died at the hands of alleged terrorists. Bridges also thinks that his next-door neighbor (Tim Robbins, with a steely stare) may be a terrorist. At the beginning of the film, Bridges rescues a child in the streets (played by Mason Gamble), who is bleeding profusely from what appears to be a firecracker accident. The child belongs to Robbins and his wife, played by Joan Cusack.

"Arlington Road" is a strange, sometimes effective film that begins as a character study and quickly becomes an all too fast-paced thriller dependent on far too many implausibilities. Once the shocking ending comes into play, we rethink how the terrorist group managed to fulfill their actions and it becomes all too neat and tidy to have any credence.

Jeff Bridges, one of our most unsung and underappreciated actors, gives a fine, empathetic performance and he gives us a complex view of a man at war with his inner anxieties who can't separate the obsession from his personal life. It is Tim Robbins who overacts, simply staring like a wild-eyed fool making offbeat gestures that undermine any credibility or understanding - what does his character stand for when he commits these atrocious acts? What is he rebelling against? There is mention of how the government screwed with his father, a farmer. At times, Robbins seems to have drifted in from a cartoon. It doesn't help that his kids appear like aliens from "Village of the Damned."

The female actors are not any better and are vastly underused. Joan Cusack appears more suited to a demented "Addams Family" role than the one given here - her close-ups hinder rather than help. And I am not a big fan of Hope Davis, who nearly ruined the often funny "The Daytrippers" with her blandness and forced smile. Here, she has not improved much playing a bland housewife with a forced smile.

"Arlington Road" has its moments of suspense and tension but not enough to overcome a wholly implausible scenario dependent on contrivance rather than plot coherence. The dark ending gives it some weight, but it all rings very hollow. At the end of the road lies an exploitative and shallowly misconceived dead end.