Sunday, May 5, 2013

Once Upon a Time when Afghanistan was our ally...

    RAMBO III (1988)
Reviewed by Jerry Saravia
Back in 1988, the musclebound superman John Rambo (Sylvester Stallone) fought the Russians in good old Afghanistan. This was prescient prior to the release of the film because an actual war was being fought between Afghanistan and the Russians. The people of Afghanistan were considered our friends. But when "Rambo III" was released that summer, the war was over and the U.S. completely deserted that country. How times have changed, and how clearly one can view "Rambo III" as one of the most idiotic action movies ever made.

Now I was hardly a fan of "Rambo: First Blood Part II" but at least it moved with spurts of kinetic energy, no matter how wholly unbelievable it was. The original "First Blood" was a decent film showing Rambo resorting to guerrilla tactics against the police who employed brutal methods of torture against Vietnam Vets. Though both films were largely implausible in terms of action setpieces, Rambo was at least seen in the original film as a human being who was simply wronged by society. But as soon as "Rambo III" opens, we are treated to one of those stick fights you often find in kung-fu movies where the sounds of body blows sound more like cannon blasts. Rambo is hit so hard in the abdomen and in other parts of the body that you sense he can't possibly win this fight. But no, he rises and strikes and finally his opponent gives up. Um, the man should be battered and bruised and left for dead but, hey, it's only a movie! A vapid, cartoonish bore of a movie but a movie nonetheless.

Next, Rambo and his red bandana are reluctantly sent to Afghanistan. Well, the mission is met with reluctance until his Colonel and life-long mentor (Richard Crenna) is kidnapped and held prisoner by the Soviets. Before long we are treated to explosions galore, machine-gun fire ad infinitum, knives thrust in bellies, throats, eyes, etc. Rambo is severely wounded by a piercing bullet on his side, which he coats with gunpowder and lighter fluid. Rambo keeps fighting, wounded on the leg, but he keeps getting up and doing it all over again. He is the superhuman hulk who can withstand any abuse because he is, after all, Rambo and for better or worse, he is America. I shudder at the thought.

Sylvester Stallone never quite recovered his superstar status, though he did one notably decent action picture called "Cliffhanger" in 1993. Otherwise, if you are a fan of interminable action with no sense of direction or sweep, and if you like sweat glistening on your favorite barbaric hero as he stares menacingly at his villains before firing his last round of bullets, then this movie is for you. I fell asleep.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Rambo fights the War in America


FIRST BLOOD (1982)
Reviewed By Jerry Saravia
(Originally viewed in 1982, revised review from 2003)
The notion that Vietnam vets were not welcomed in their own homeland because of what they did and what they represent may seem like an antiquated issue nowadays but it doesn't make it less resonant. As of now in glorious 2003, anti-war protesters still exist and decry the use of violence for any kind of interest, even in the interest of the war on terrorism. In 1982, a long-haired Vietnam Vet wearing a green jacket with the American flag symbol and entering a harmless town still seemed odd. Where was the harm and why would the small-town police chief see someone like that as a threat? To whom? Reminds me of Jack Nicholson's comment in "Easy Rider" that long-haired hippies would have their hair cut with rusty razor blades. That was in 1967, and this movie's setting is the early eighties.

Moving along, "First Blood" is the first film to feature the human-killing machine known as John J. Rambo (Sylvester Stallone), a man tortured by his memories of having fought that infamous war. He comes in to a small town (known as Hope) where he is less than welcomed. His intention was to visit a war buddy whom he learns died of cancer from that Agent Orange stuff. As soon as the police chief (Brian Dennehy) sees this Green Beret, he immediately asks him to leave town and go to the nearest diner, which is thirty miles away (oh, and he tells him to take a bath). Rambo is stubborn and decides to walk back into town. Before you know it, the Vietnam vet is taken to a police station and physically abused with clubs and water hoses. Rambo breaks free and escapes into the mountains, builds booby traps and plays a game of cat-and-mouse with the police, the National Guard and a bunch of Dobermans. All hell breaks loose, as if Rambo is fighting the Vietnam War all over again.

The opening scenes of "First Blood" are genuinely exciting and suspenseful, featuring the kind of physical violence that often places you on the edge of your seat. There is a moment, highly implausible, where Rambo jumps from the top of a cliff to a tree and merely makes it through with a bad cut on his arm (which he later stitches up). He is now a fugitive who is wanted for killing a police officer (though it was purely accidental), and survives mostly by using a serrated knife with a compass. Later, Rambo's own Green Beret commander, Col. Trautman (Richard Crenna), asks to bring in Rambo alone and bring him to justice on his own terms. That the chief would not comply to such demands is hardly a surprise - he wants Rambo dead.

Seeing the film again for the first time in almost twenty years, I was amazed to see how much physical abuse Rambo has to take in those startling opening sequences. I was also amazed that Rambo doesn't actually kill anyone (well, except for that one police officer he hurls through an office window). He is hardly the killing machine that he became in the atrocious "First Blood Part II" or "Rambo III" - he is more like a wounded animal in need of some counseling. The film does get bogged down with the Trautman character and a later speech by Rambo about what he has suffered since returning from the war - all of this is merely didactic without being insightful. The best scenes involve Rambo's survival methods and his ability to fool the authorities into thinking he's dead. It is these sections of the film, not to mention the opening sequence, that makes "First Blood" half of a terrific movie.

The mind is the best weapon

RAMBO: FIRST BLOOD PART II
Reviewed by Jerry Saravia
John Rambo was never designed to be a jingoistic Vietnam hero for the Reagan era. But, there goes the grace of blood-stained heroics of the 1980's and we got stuck with one of the most ridiculous, brainless action films ever made, "Rambo: First Blood Part II." It is Sylvester Stallone in full commando mode, shooting every enemy with his high-powered machine guns and explosive-tipped arrows. I just laughed and snored at this picture in 1985, and I still do today.

Stallone's Rambo is doing hard time for his crime of nearly destroying the Pacific Northwest (which by the way did not include killing anybody). His boss, Colonel Trautman (Richard Crenna), asks Rambo to go on a mission - find out if there are still POW's in Vietnam. Sweaty Marshall Murdock (Charles Napier), who loves his Cokes from an open vending machine (ah, our government at work), asks Rambo to photograph the POW's but do not get involved with the enemy and do not rescue any of them. Naturally, a musclebound hero who is, and I quote,  "Joined the army 8/6/64. Accepted, Special Forces specialization, light weapons, cross-trained as medic. Helicopter and language qualified, 59 confirmed kills, two Silver Stars, four Bronze, four Purple Hearts, Distinguished Service Cross, Congressional Medal of Honor," just can't use a still camera without breaking it. Things get awry when Rambo arrives in Vietnam. We are talking mass casualties, serrated knives thrown against foreheads, explosive arrows that destroy most of the countryside, etc. I suppose anyone watching a movie like this knows what they are in for. But why does it have to be boring and with no discernible sense of humor? 

Stallone merely appears like a stoic action figure - a noble hero who is doing the right thing. The government has no interest in rescuing these POW's, however, because it would mean they would have to admit to wrongdoing to a very unpopular war (they also did not obligate their debt of 4.5 billion in war reparations to the Viet Cong). My question is: if it is intended as a cover-up, why even bother with this mission in the first place and why send someone like Rambo? This is hardly the same character shown in "First Blood" - he is mad as hell and somehow is shoved with pious platitudes at the end of this film that nearly negate the whole experience. 

"Rambo: First Blood Part II" has many explosions, many killings, heavy-duty tortures, and incredulous moments that make one shake their head in disbelief. Rambo jumping out of the water to grab on to a helicopter! Rambo camouflaging himself with mud and telepathically knowing where to stand exactly where the enemy will be in the thick of the jungle! None of it makes much sense nor should it taken seriously, nor is this jingoistic hero someone who I identify with or root for. But for some unknown reason, Rambo was taken seriously and became a pop culture sensation up until the release of the moronic "Rambo III." Consider viewing something else or read a book because, as Rambo says, "the mind is the best weapon." It is the best weapon, to use against pro-carnage swill like this. 

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.