Showing posts with label Brian De Palma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brian De Palma. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 25, 2023

Olde Review: Phantom of the Paradise

This was part of a series of reviews of the ASUW Film series back in the '70's. Except for some punctuation, I haven't changed anything from the way it was presented, giving the kid I was back in the '70's a bit of a break. Any stray thoughts and updates I've included with the inevitable asterisked post-scripts. 
 
Phantom of the Paradise (Brian De Palma, 1974) Too few people know about Brian De Palma's Phantom of the Paradise. Too few people know about Brian DePalma. He is one of the best of the young, young crop of film-makers—the under-30 branch*—and he is quite taken with great directors of the past and their great movies. And so, very often, he will borrow a scene from these directors.

Foremost among the borrowees is Alfred Hitchcock. In fact, De Palma has made two films almost totally Hitchcockian: 1973's Sisters,
** and this year's Obsession.*** Phantom of the Paradise came between them, and although it lacks the total Hitchcock commitment, and the many beauties that commitment brought about in Obsession, The Phantom is an altogether enjoyable musical-comedy/horror-satire about the rock industry (kinda whets your interest, doesn't it?) It takes the old "Phantom of the Opera" story into the 20th Century glitter-rock scene, as a young man (William Finley) disappointed in love and betrayed by a rock entrepreneur named Swan (Paul Williams)****, finds himself deformed and deranged, haunting Swan's Paradise Rock Emporium.
Swan is played by Paul Williams, and before you make some expectorating noises, I should say he is properly sinister and comic in the role. He also wrote the songs for the film's exemplary score, which covers a variety of rock-styles, none of which sinks to his regular lonely-introspection fare.
William Finley, who played a mad doctor in Sisters plays the deranged "Phantom," and
Jessica Harper,
***** who with Diane Keaton participated in the send-up of Bergman's Persona in Woody Allen's Love and Death (see how all these films tie together?), portrays a young and naive innocent who wants to be a "star(!!)" As Obsession borrowed from almost all its ideas from different Hitchcock films, Phantom borrows a lot of plots from success-stories of the past, and incidental scenes from The Godfather, White Heat, and Psycho. But De Palma manages to make this pastiche of film totally his own and in a perverse way, totally enjoyable. Go see it. You may just become a Brian De Palma fan.******

Next weekend, The ASUW film series devotes itself to "The Thriller" as interpreted by such cinema staples as W.S. Van Dyke, Bernardo Bertolucci, Roman Polanski, and Lina Wertmuller.******* 
 
Broadcast on KCMU-FM on November 5th and 6th, 1975

Man, I was a big Brian De Palma fan back in those day. Fortunately, he rarely disappointed with his movies. Oh, there are the duds in his CV--The Fury, Home Movies (which he did with a class he was teaching), Wise Guys, The Bonfire of the Vanities (compromised by studio and De Palman cold-feet), and he would grow out of his "Hitchcock" obsession of the 1970's, and just sneak some of the Master's craft into his pictures (like Dressed to Kill, Blow Out, Body Double, Mission: Impossible, Femme Fatale, and Snake Eyes). He is still a fine film-maker, who pushes the envelope as far as subject matter and technique. His most recent film--Redacted--was a raging film against the Iraq War that scared its distributor into quietly burying it in theaters (it opened locally at The Crest, usually the last stop before video). As of this writing, his next film is a long-in-the-works prequel to his very popular version of The Untouchables--written by playwright David Rabe this time, instead of playwright David Mamet.
But enough about De Palma! What about Phantom of the Paradise? I have fond memories of it, and was impressed with the soundtrack—Williams did some wicked parodies of song-styles that scored satiric points as well as the film. It was inevitable that someone would take the era of Glam Rock and mix it with Gothic Horror. 
Across the pond, Richard Sherman's Rocky Horror Show opened on stage in June 1973, and it's not inconceivable that De Palma might have heard of it. But Phantom is rooted in "Faust" and "The Phantom of the Opera," while "Rocky Horror" takes its cue from the RKO horror films and Frankenstein, and, more importantly, The Bride of Frankenstein. The fact that both came out on the tails of the "Glam" era were the big influences, with Rocky being its step-child, and Phantom using it for texture—and Phantom is more concerned with the phony excesses of the music biz, while Rocky embraces them.
One could make the case that Phantom was influenced by Rocky Horror, but the timing's way off—Rocky Horror wasn't that huge a hit at the time of Phantom's creation (right after De Palma directed Carrie) and wouldn't be filmed until a year later. So, though they have the same roots, any resemblance is a very specious one.

* DePalma is now 67.

** After Psycho.

*** After Vertigo.

****No, really, he's good. Very good. So are the songs he composed for the film.

*****For awhile, Jessica Harper seemed to be in every good movie that came out, and a few bad ones, too. She's still acting, but she's doing more singing and writing for kids. Her last movie role to date was in
Spielberg's Minority Report.

 ****** Just don't go see Bonfire of the Vanities after it...

******* Those would be The Thin Man, Chinatown, and The Conformist. The Vertmüller film was Love and Anarchy, which I'll re-post once we get October Hallowe'en out of our systems.

The View from 2023: No more asterisks (I really over-did it on this one), but let's update a few things that were in the original and in the re-review. DePalma is now 83. He has two movies currently in development, but not that Untouchables Prequel—which was titled Capone Rising, it is in development Hell. Jessica Harper (bless her heart) is still acting.

Wednesday, June 28, 2023

Hi, Mom!

Hi, Mom! (Brian De Palma, 1970) Second full-length film (although it seems more a comedy pastiche in final form, like the Zucker Brothers were making at the time) that De  Palma and his producing buddy Charles Hirsch cooked up, seemingly as a sequel of sorts to Greetings (retaining Robert De Niro and his "character" John Rubin), while having absolutely nothing to do with that first film.  

Ostensibly about a young film-maker who wants to make "peep-show art" out of filming the real lives of his neighbors in the co-op across the street—shades (opened, naturally) of Rear Window—it meanders into Rubin's plotting a relationship with one of his subjects (Jennifer Salt), while at the same time becoming involved in an experimental theater group, staging a radical audience participation vehicle called "Be Black, Baby!"

That last segment may actually be one of the first "mockumentaries."
Mean-spirited (but in a smart way), with that stagey kind of improv quality to it that only works 40% of the time, it feels like De Palma taking off the gloves, cracking his knuckles and using his camera like a fist against complacency. It also has that bi-partisan cynicism to it that's very refreshing—for instance, "Be Black, Baby!" is shown being presented (in grainy black and white on a rounded edge square screen) over a parody of NET,* now called NIT—National Intellectual Television. It's a chortling, vicious piece of satire done in multi-parts (with the Rubin segments interrupting and becoming more and more inconsequential, the "peep-art-show" concept having long been abandoned**), starting with citizens being accosted on the street about their failure to know what it means "to be black in America," then more segments that are less cinema verité, but have a good improv feel, and then the actual presentation of the play in which privileged whites are challenged, force-fed "soul" food, beaten, robbed and arrested (with one attempted rape thrown in for good measure), before being released to the outside world again—"Hope you enjoyed the show!"—at which point, they're interviewed about their experience (the best line in the whole thing is "Clive Barnes was right!"). In one swell foop, art, pretentiousness, and "touchy-feely" moccassin-walking are given the mau-mau, and come up wanting.
It's "bad-kid movie-making" with a smart-alecky breeziness ("Hi, Mom!") that beats any number of elaborately formal set-pieces that De Palma has subsequently staged. One misses this "turk" De Palma
***—the one that would do things that upset audiences, and sit back, cigar in his teeth, saying "Wait'll you see the next one!" Maybe it's not De Palma's fault. Maybe we've just become insensitive enough that nothing he can produce shocks us anymore.


If that's true, imagine how miserable Hitchcock would be.

* The percursor to PBS.

** The best segment in the Rubin sandwiching sequences is one where he meticulously plans a seduction of Betty Shaefer—Salt's character—in order for him to film it—yes, a sick idea, but quaint in these days of "sex-tapes".  But, things go awry when he arrives at the apartment and she tries to pull him into bed immediately, while he does his best to keep anything from happening, a lovely little turn on sexual roles, expectations, and how much power a director "actually" has. De Niro does his best work here, hemming and hawing and making excuses, constantly glancing at his watch and re-buttoning every shirt-button she's unbuttoned,  and trying to use any of his by-now useless preparations in order to delay, delay, delay (you might say "the worst laid plans")

*** And he might, too.  In an interview, the director has said that the "Be Black, Baby" segments of Hi, Mom! are the best thing he's ever done.  Sad to think that, after all his successes, the elder De Palma looks back and sees this edgy, slap-dash sequence as the epitome of his career. But...if one is dissatisfied with one is doing, with all the compromises and concessions to getting a picture made and marketed, it's easy to look back on the brash days and say "That's when I had the freedom to do anything I wanted!" After the bludgeoning De Palma's films of The Bonfire of the Vanities and Redacted took, one can see that a bit more clearly.  He could make that kind of film today. But, the market...and the critical elite...will bash it down.

Sunday, March 5, 2023

Don't Make a Scene: Mission: Impossible

The Story:
"As always, should you or any of your IM Force be caught or killed, the Secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions." That was always the boiler-plate for any assignment message at the beginning of each "Mission: Impossible" episode—right before the inevitable destruction of the media involved, whether self-destructing or manually disposed of.*
 
But, we'd never seen that in the history of the "Mission: Impossible" series ** that ran for years on TV. A combination spy/con-artist/incredible mess scenario were elaborate plans were made only to have to punt when something went wrong, "Mission: Impossible" was something of a wonder—until it became clear that most enemies of the U.S. looked enough like Martin Landau that he could be disguised as them. No one was ever "caught or killed" or "disavowed."

Until Tom Cruise's production company made a deal with Paramount and saw that they owned "Mission: Impossible." And very quickly they did a deep dive into that premise of the "Disavoweds" among the NOC (Non-official cover) agents by killing a good number of them leaving Cruise's original character of "Ethan Hunt" to run a solo operation not unlike James Bond, and making the list of IMF active NOC's working undercover throughout the world the McGuffin of the story.

And who wants that list? Well, it's the larger target in the story of Ethan's hunt for the IMF betrayer—who has been trading secrets to a power broker by the name of "Max." Posing as that unknown IMF agent, Ethan infiltrates the secret circles to the Max.

And she's played by Vanessa Redgrave. And my respect for the movie went up many notches. I'm always delighted when I get a rare chance to see this actress, who I consider to be one of the greatest actors—of any sex—of all time, appear on the screen. Redgrave melds classical acting with "method" to always bring something unique and distinctive and entirely unpredictable to every role she plays. Inventive, intricate, and nuanced, she always surprises with just how good she is in any given part.
 
And she's terrific in this scene. And her producer/co-star knows it and betrays it a little. He's more serious in scenes when he's not in a two-shot looking right at her. And he's a bit more animated in this scene—although tied up—than he is throughout the rest. Redgrave raises all boats. 
 
And she's haunting the subsequent films in the series. You can't help remember "Max" from the first film, and a couple times—rather overtly in M:I-Fallout—she's mentioned in the background. There's a character in the films called "The White Widow" (played by Vanessa Kirby), who is the daughter of "Max" Mitsopolis (Redgrave's character from the first film), and shots of Redgrave were displayed in M:I-F. Who knows? Even though they've mentioned that Redgrave's character is dead, that doesn't mean much in spy films—or even, specifically, Mission: Impossible films. I would love to see her again. And Kirby's character will be appearing in the next two M:I movies (according to IMDB).

And I would love to see out-takes of her scenes from this—if there were any.

You want to really make a thrilling spy movie? Cast a superb actor like Vanessa Redgrave and put in a cameo performance like this.
 
The Set-Up: The latest assignment of the IMForce has ended in disaster, with the deaths of all but two of the team: Ethan Hunt (Tom Cruise) and the wife of the team leader, Claire Phelps (Emmanuelle Béart). But, why the mission went so awry and who was responsible (inside job?) is still being investigated by the IMF. Hunt is disavowed...and questioned by his superiors (including Henry Czerny's Eugene Kittridge)...but, realizing he's being made the official scape-goat, Hunt goes on the run and underground to find out for himself. His only clue is communications between "Job" (the likely Judas) and their contact on the other side, "Max". Hunt is posing as "Job" to arrange a meeting with this "Max" and he has brought, hooded, to a meeting place, unknown.
 
Cue the fuse!
 
INT. MAX'S APARTMENT - DAY 
The black hood still on his head, ETHAN has trouble sitting upright. He's before a desk, in an apartment somewhere in the city -- it's impossible to tell where, as the blinds are drawn. The place is roomy and lavishly furnished -- expensive Oriental rugs, well-chosen objects of art. Somewhere down the block, a dog BARKS, steadily, every few seconds. In the hallway outside the apartment door, someone is VACUUMING. MATTHIAS and the OTHER MAN are nearby. 
ETHAN
I thought I was going to see Max. 
MATTHIAS You misunderstood. No one sees Max. 
ETHAN Then what am I doing here? 
MATTHIAS Allowing Max to see you and hear what you've got to say. 
ETHAN
I don't communicate very well through a shroud. 
MATTHIAS
If Max doesn't like what you have to say, you'll be wearing that shroud indefinitely. 
ETHAN
I'm willing to take the chance. 
MATTHIAS
Very well. 
MAX'S figure into frame. MATTHIAS removes ETHAN's hood. 
When it comes off ETHAN finds himself looking up at...a tall woman of indeterminate age. She's handsome to the point of severity. 
MAX Who are you and what are you doing here? 
ETHAN
I need one hundred fifty thousand dollars. 
MAX
(laughs)
MAX
Oh, Really? (laughs)
MAX And you thought if you simply showed up I might give it to you? 
ETHAN Why not? You gave Job a hundred and twenty five thousand. 
MAX
Hmmm. The penny drops. You are.. 
MAX ...not Job. 
MAX
Yes, Job is not given to quoting Scripture in his communications.
MAX
And there was its tone -- aggressive but playful. Job is not playful. 
MAX 
So you're something of a paradox.
ETHAN That depends. 
MAX
On what? 
ETHAN
Whether you like a paradox. 

ETHAN I want a hundred and fifty thousand dollars. 
MAX
Ah, nah, 
MAX
That's quite out of the question. 
ETHAN
The disk Job sold you is worthless. 
ETHAN
It's bait, part of an internal mole-hunt. 
MAX And how might you know that? 
MAX
Are you another You're not a Company man? 
ETHAN
Like Job? 
MAX Hmmm.
MAX
Ah, but, we're asking about you. 
ETHAN
I'm NOC. Was. Now disavowed. 
MAX
Why, may I ask? 
ETHAN
That's the question I want to ask Job. 
MAX
I don't know Job any more than he knows me. 
ETHAN
Even so, I'm sure you could arrange an introduction. 
MAX
Why should I? 
ETHAN Because I can deliver the actual NOC list. The one you have is not only...
ETHAN
...worthless, it's certain to be equipped with a homing device to pinpoint your exact... 
ETHAN
...location.
MAX
M-hm...
MAX
Hm-hm...
MAX It's easy to say the disk is worthless when you say I can't look at the information and see if it's worthless. Not a tenable position, sir. 
ETHAN
Okay,
boot it up
ETHAN
...and in anywhere from thirty seconds to ten minutes you're gonna have Virginia farm boys hopping around you like jackrabbits.
MAX It's easy to say the disk is worthless when you say I can't...
MAX
look at the information and...
MAX
...see if it's worthless. Not a tenable position, sir.
MAX (Pause.) Mm - Hmmm... 
ETHAN Tell you what. How good's the RF scanner you used in the car? 
MAX Very good. 
ETHAN Okay, use it. But I suggest pack up first. 
ANGLE MATTHIAS boots up. 
There's a little musical noise and the screen brightens. The computer WHIRS and CLICKS and a complex list of names, addresses, phone numbers and other personal information scrolls by. But Matthias is watching the digital read-out on the RF scanner. 
MATTHIAS
Twenty-six, twenty-seven. So far so good. 
MAX
That's not so good for you, my friend.
ETHAN
I'd say you've got about two minutes.

She looks from the scanner to ETHAN as if she's trying to make up her mind about something.
The OTHER MAN goes to the windows -- --nothing happens. 
He opens the French doors that lead out onto a balcony. 
EXT. MAX'S APARTMENT - BALCONY - DAY 
The OTHER MAN comes out on the balcony. 
Nothing out here but a beautiful day.
He walks to the railing and looks down at the street.
Down below, the dog that's still barking is tied to a street sign.
WOOF. WOOF. WOOF. Abruptly, it stops.
EXT. MAX'S APARTMENT  
A pollution control van and a taxi arrive amidst other street activity. KITTRIDGE and the FEMALE CZECH AGENT exit the taxi as BARNES and TWO OTHER UNDERCOVER MALE IMF agents leave the van.

On the scanner, the digital read-out is now in the thirties.
MATTHIAS Thirty-two and thirty-three change. 
MAX
(to Ethan) Doesn't mean it's a signal. Could just be the hard drive heating up.
She looks from the scanner to ETHAN as if she's trying to make up her mind about something. 
MATTHIAS Forty-four. Forty-five. 
ETHAN I'd say you've got about two minutes. 
MAX still doubts it. 
The OTHER MAN goes to the windows -- --nothing happens. He opens the French doors that lead out onto a balcony. 
EXT. MAX'S APARTMENT - BALCONY - DAY 
The OTHER MAN comes out on the balcony. Nothing out here but a beautiful day. He walks to the railing and looks down at the street. Down below, the dog that's still barking is tied to a street sign. WOOF. WOOF. WOOF. Abruptly, it stops. 
INT. MAX'S APARTMENT - DAY Back inside: 
MATTHIAS Fifty-seven. Fifty-nine. 
EXT. MAX'S APARTMENT 
A pollution control van and a taxi arrive amidst other street activity. KITTRIDGE and the FEMALE CZECH AGENT exit the taxi as BARNES and TWO OTHER UNDERCOVER MALE IMF agents leave the van. 
INT. MAX'S BUILDING - LOBBY - DAY 
Led by KITTRIDGE, the FIVE IMF AGENTS wearing Kevlar-lined trenchcoats creep through the lobby of the building and hit the stairs.
They climb them silently. 
INT. MAX'S BUILDING HALLWAY - DAY 
A CLEANING WOMAN is vacuuming the hall carpeting when the AGENTS come up the stairs, guns drawn.
Her jaw drops and she turns off the vacuum cleaner. 
FEMALE IMF (in czech) Switch it on. Keep cleaning. 
KITTRIDGE looks at her sharply and gestures. She turns the vacuum back on. 
They reach the door of a certain apartment and -- 
INT. APARTMENT - DAY
-- KICK through it.
The AGENTS swarm into MAX'S apartment, guns waving in all directions. 
KITTRIDGE sweeps in between them and takes command of the place -- --but there's nobody here. TWO AGENTS race into the bedroom, and just as quickly out again. 
EXT. POWDER TOWER - TOP SHOT - DAY MAX, ETHAN, MATTHIAS and the OTHER MAN move quickly across the bridge that connects Max's apartment to the tower. 
KITTRIDGE sweeps in between them
and takes command of the place --
--but there's nobody here. 
TWO AGENTS race into the bedroom, and just as quickly out again.
EXT. MAX'S APARTMENT BALCONY - DAY KITTRIDGE kicks open the door to the balcony, comes outside, and looks around. Nobody in sight. 
KITTRIDGE GOD D- 
CUT TO: INT. MAX'S APARTMENT - DAY 
KITTRIDGE waits on the balcony for his AGENTS to complete their search. 
HARRY BARNES, a middle-aged, gray suited, somewhat gray-faced bureaucrat, comes to join Kittridge. 
KITTRIDGE
The man's gone black, Barnes. 
KITTRIDGE
He's under until he decides to surface. 
BARNES
Look we can use someone from the Embassy and we can get the local authorities involved. Close off his transportation. 
KITTRIDGE
What can we do, Barnes? 
KITTRIDGE
Put a guy at the airport? How many identities do you think Hunt has? How many times has he slipped past custom, in how many countries? These guys are trained to be ghosts. 
KITTRIDGE
We taught them how to do it, for Christ's sake! 
BARNES
So what do you suggest? 
KITTRIDGE
Let's not waste time chasing him. Make him come to us.
KITTRIDGE
Everybody's got pressure points. 
KITTRIDGE
Find out something that's important to him personally and you squeeze.
CUT TO: 
INT.
MAX'S CAR - ETHAN AND MAX - DAY 
MAX
Oh dear, Gunther will never let me use one of his apartments again. 
MAX
(turns to Ethan) Phew, sorry I doubted you, dear boy. 
MAX
You are a good sport. Do accept the compliment. 
ETHAN Thanks, Max. 
ETHAN
Or is it Maxine? 
INT. CAR - MOVING - DAY 
MAX
(chuckles) 
MAX
I don't have to tell you what a comfort anonymity can be in my profession -- 
MAX
like a warm blanket.
MAX(abruptly) My deal with Job was subject to a successful boot scan.
MAX
Obviously it didn't pass muster. Deal's off. 
ETHAN
What was your deal with Job? 
MAX
Six million dollars. 
MAX
I'll give you the same. But I want the complete list now, not just Eastern Europe. I won't do this piecemeal,
MAX
...it's too dangerous. I want the entire list, the true name of every non-official cover agent throughout the world. 
ETHAN Ten million. 
ETHAN Ten million in negotiable U.S. Treasury certificates, 
ETHAN ...in bearer form, coupons attached. 
ETHAN
And one more thing -- 
ETHAN
...your personal assurance that Job will be at the exchange. 
MAX Done. Bring it to me in London. I want it by the end of the week. 
ETHAN How will you make sure Job will be there? 
MAX How will you make sure I'll have the list in three days? It's been a delight. Now where can I drop you dear boy? 
ETHAN I'm not being dropped anywhere without my money. 
MAX manages to laugh without coughing. Then, with an admonishing forefinger: 
MAX I'm going to have to front you personally. Don't lose that money without losing your life. 
ETHAN I wouldn't dream of it. 
MAX settles back and regards ETHAN. A theatrical sigh. She fancies this guy. 
 
 
 
 
Mission: Impossible is available on DVD and Blu-Ray from Paramount Home Video.


* I always thought that if they just used cassettes instead of mini-reel-to-reels, the tapes would have self-destructed playing them in your car! (Sorry, you have to be a certain age to get that joke).

** Maybe they did, but I stopped watching regularly when Martin Landau and Barbara Bain left the series.