Double Demme! Uncle Jonathan (L) and nephew Ted (R).
Nephew of legendary filmmaker JonathanDemme (SilenceofTheLambs; Philadelphia), TedDemme quickly established himself as a talent all his own with the 1993 Yo! MTV Raps buddy cop comedy, Who’s The Man?, starring EdLover and DocterDré (not that Dr. Dre) as the cop buddies, and featuring Leary in one of his first roles as their angry sergeant.
“The first hip-hop whodunnit!”Theatrical poster.Demme (R), with his Monument Ave stars, Leary (L), and Sheen (C).
Developing a deep, lasting friendship off-screen, Demme and Leary would continue to work together successfully on multiple projects over the course of their careers.
Leary (L) and Demme (R) clown around in this magazine article photo.Demme (L) and pal, Leary (R).Theatrical poster. “He’s taken them hostage. They’re driving him nuts.”A young TedDemme while filming TheRef.
Demme’s follow up to Who’s The Man? was Touchstone’s (Disney’s) TheRef, co-written by Oscar-nominee Richard LaGravenese (The Fisher King, Living Out Loud), starring Leary in his breakout role.
DenisLeary as Gus, cat burglar-turned-marriage counsellor in TheRef (1994).
Leary plays Gus, a wise-cracking cat burglar forced to play marriage counsellor over Christmas when he breaks into the home of duelling spouses played by KevinSpacey and JudyDavis.
Demme (C) directs Spacey (L) and Davis (R) on set.
The film underperformed at the box-office, but was well received by critics. Roger Ebert (officially this site’s favourite) gave the film 3 out of 4 stars and said, “Ted Demme juggles all these people skillfully. Even though we know where the movie is going (the Ref isn’t really such a bad guy after all), it’s fun to get there.”
Demme (L), and Leary(R) on set.
Demme also directed Leary’s stand-up specials, No Cure For Cancer (1992), and Lock‘NLoad (1997).
Leary announced himself as the new Bill Hicks with his profane, rapid-fire monologues.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=inLRcdZbO1ghttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HB9RFRTiW70Demme checks the frame on set for “BeautifulGirls.”
Demme’s follow up picture to The Ref was the 1995 romantic-comedy-drama, BeautifulGirls, written by ScottRosenberg (Things To Do In Denver When You’re Dead).
Check out that cast!
Trailer.
With shades of LawrenceKasdan’sTheBigChill, and JohnSayles‘ ReturnofTheSecaucus7, BeautifulGirlsis a sweet and funny ode to that particular brand of ennui and nostalgia you encounter in your 20s, when you’re too old to act like a teenager anymore, but too young to feel like a real grown up.
The men of BeautifulGirls (L-R) (Dillon, Emmerich, Perlich, Rappaport, and Hutton, knocked out by UmaThurman (L).Thurman is radiant in one of her first post-“PulpFiction” roles.The women (L-R): Sorvino, O’Donnell, Holly, and Thurman.
The dramedy boasts a ridiculously stacked cast (MattDillon, Mira Sorvino, Uma Thurman, Tim Hutton, Noah Emmerich, Michael Rappaport, Rosie O’Donnell, Lauren Holly,David Arquette, Max Perlich, Martha Plimpton, and Natalie Portman (among others).
Dillon (L), reunited with his “DrugstoreCowboy” cast mate, Perlich (R).Portman gives a fine performance, but the character is ill conceived.
Portman’s character’s storyline is the only element which has really aged poorly, that of a 13-year-old girl who would be the object of TimHutton’s affection if only she were five years older!
Hutton (L) and Portman (R).
Given the allegations of sexual misconduct levelled against Hutton in the years since the film’s release, and especially those against cinematographer AdamKimmel (who also shot MonumentAve, Jesus’Son, and Capote), a registered sex offender charged with child sex assault in 2010, this cringe-inducing subplot, which seemed harmless to me in 1995 (when I was only 2 years older than Portman’s character), now seems so wildly inappropriate I’m hard pressed to imagine how it wasn’t excised from the shooting script, let alone the finished film before release.
One of the best of all time!
Demme did some very good TV work after BeautifulGirls.He directed two episodes of one of the greatest series in the history of television, Homicide: Life on The Street; one episode of the 6-film anthology series Gun, starring a pre-Sopranos-fame JamesGandolfini, with other episodes directed by the likes of the great RobertAltman (The Player, Short Cuts), and the very good JamesFoley (Glengarry Glen Ross, The Corrupter); the ManhattanMiraclesegment of the HBO short film anthology, SubwayStories, once again featuring DenisLeary, with contributions from my main man, AbelFerrara (KingofNewYork, BadLieutenant), and Demme’s uncle Jonathan (Melvin & Howard; The Truth About Charlie).
Next came the excellent and overlooked, Monument Ave. starring Denis Leary as a small time Boston car thief who has a crisis of conscious when his own gang kills two members of his family.
Demme (L) with Anthony Anderson (C) and Martin Lawrence (R) on set for Life (1999).
Demme followed it up a year later with 1999’s criminally slept-on EddieMurphy (Coming to America; 48 Hrs)/MartinLawrence (Bad Boys 1-4; BlueStreak), prison-dramedy, Life.
Theatrical poster.
Trailer.
Making of.Demme and his viewfinder.
Produced by BrianGrazer (Backdraft; Ransom), Life stars a perfectly-paired Murphy and Lawrence doing some of their very best work, playing characters with depth, not just delivering punchlines and sight gags.
Murphy (L), and Lawrence (C), take shit from NickCassavetes (R) in Life.
Written by RobertRamsey & MatthewStone (the CoenBros.’ Intolerable Cruelty), Life is the surprisingly empathetic story of two wrongfully convicted New Yorkers incarcerated for life in an all black Mississippi prison camp under the oppressive watch of Nick Cassavetes’ (Delta Force 3; Face/Off) white prison guard.
Lawrence (L) and Murphy (R) growing old together.
Where the film truly distinguishes itself is in its second-half, when the story begins to speed up to show Murphy and Lawrence advancing into their golden years.
Eddie Murphy’s old-age mask.Murphy submits to Rick Baker’s (L) make-up chair. Murphy (L) and Lawrence (R) in their old age makeup.Ready to roll film.Best in his field.
For the excellent artistry and craft that went into the process of creating the progressive looks for each of the characters through the passing years (not even Cassavetes’ prison guardisspared the ravages of time), prosthetics wizard, Rick Baker (An American Werewolf In London) received an Oscar-nomination for Best Make Up.
Life, make-up featurette.“You know what Frank Sinatra said to me?!”Murphy expanded his reputation for disappearing into a character through make up and prosthetics with this 1996 reimagining of the Jerry Lewis comedy.Hefailed to recapture the magic in this unfortunatley mean-spirited 2007 picture.
Even when it feels more gimmick (Norbit) than inspiration (the barber shop scenes inComing to America; The Nutty Professor), the truth is that nobody manages to be funnier under the weight of heavy prosthetics than Eddie Murphy. Though Lawrence holds his own here, faring much better than in the Big Mama’s Housepictures.
As if once wasn’t enough…They just had to do it again!And three times was decidedly NOT the charm for Big Mama.
Take a look at the scene in Life where Lawrence finally re-encounters society as an old man.
The scene isn’t played for laughs, cheap or otherwise. The make up-prosethics are used in aid of telling the story, not as a gag.
Getting older can sure feel like this. “What the fuck?” indeed.
The scene is truly moving in the way it centers Lawrence in a maelstrom of confusing change with gentle compassion.
The haircuts…
Lawrence is like The Man Who Fell To Earth here, an alien in a strange world that he doesn’t recognize or understand.
The radios…
He may be an alien in this place and time, but we are right there in that moment with him, because of the humanity in the writing, directing, editing and, especially, the performing of this scene, which wouldn’t have been out place in Shawlshank.
But mostly…
Life. Was it Jim Morrison who said, “None of us gets out alive”? No truer words.
…time changes us.
Though the film was overlooked upon its initial release, a slow re-appraisal has begun to build:
And probably my favourite thing about it is that it refuses to go out on a melancholy note.
Theatrical poster.Never too late for a ballgame.Waving goodbye.
Like Michael Keaton and pals in The Dream Team, andJim Belushiin Taking Care of Business before them, Murphy and Lawrence escape the hooscow to catch a little of America’s favourite pastime.
Remembering that they forgot to finish arguing.
In the end, though still bickering like an old married couple, Murphy and Lawrence have truly formed a hard won friendship. Watching that develop slowly over a lifetime locked up together is the film’s true joy.
French poster.
Also of note in Life, among its wonderful supporting cast, which includes Bernie Mac, Ned Beatty, and a silent Bokeem Woodbine (Strapped; The Sopranos) is Nick Cassavetes.
Father John (l) and mother Gena (r), with baby Nick (m).
Atalented director in his own right (She’s So Lovely; Alpha Dog), Nick is the son of cinema’s premiere iconic power couple, JohnCassavetes (Husbands; Killing of a Chinese Bookie) and GenaRowlands (Woman Under The Influence; JimJarmusch’sNight on Earth).
Theatrical poster.
Trailer.
The young Cassavetes went on to co-write (with David McKenna) Demme’s next picture, 2001’s Johnny Depp (TimBurton’sEdwardScissorhands; Jarmusch’sDeadMan) cocaine epic, Blow.
Depp’s hair outshines his performance as George Jung in the disappointing Blow.
The film co-starred PenelopeCruz (VanillaSky; Almodovar’sVolver), Franka Potente (Run Lola Run; The Bourne Identity) Run, EthanSupplee (American History X; Wolf of Wall Street); and Paul Reubens (Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure; Batman Returns), in a rare dramatic part.
Demme (r), directs Depp (l).
Adapted from BrucePorter’s non-fiction book, the film tells thetrue story of American drug kingpin, GeorgeJung.
Depp (l) and Demme (r).
Though it grossed $30M over its $53M budget, the film was considered somewhat of a disappointment, drawing unfavourable comparisons to more successful sex, drugs & rock n’ roll saturated dramas of human excesss, like Scorsese’sGoodfellas, and PaulThomasAnderson’sBoogieNights.
Director TedDemme with hisBlow cast member PaulReubens (Pee–Wee’sBigAdventure“), and Goodfellas‘ DebiMazar (SpikeLee’sJungleFever) .(l to r): Demme, Reubens, Ann and DenisLeary at the Blow premiere.Demme promotes Blow on Charlie Rose.
Demme’s final film was as co-director with his TheRefscribe RichardLaGravenese on the excellent documentary A Decade Under The Influence: The 70’s films that changed everything.
Poster art recalling the iconic “Blow Up” design, with a cinema camera instead of a photos-only point-and-shoot.
The documentary is a cinephile’s dream, featuring interviews with just about all of the luminaries who made the 1970s the true golden age of cinema. It also serves as the ideal syllabus for anyone unfamiliar with the films of the period wanting to know where to start watching.
Demme tragically passed away before the film was released, suffering a fatal heart attack (supposedly as a result of excessive cocaine use) during a celebrity basketball game on January 14, 2002. He was only 38 years young.
And with that, American cinema lost one of its most promising young directors, but he left behind a legacy of 7 wonderful films, all very different from each other in terms of genre but unified by the great warmth and empathy Demme bestowed upon all of his characters. My kind of filmmaker.
Uncle Jonathan’s fun and frenetic 2002Charade remake.
JonathanDemme dedicated 2002’s Charade remake, The Truth About Charlie to his nephew.
Wahlberg in a regrettable beret in TTAC.Cary Grant in Charade.Thandiewe Newton in TTAC.Audrey Hepburn in Charade.
TTAC starred a woefully miscast MarkWahlberg (BasketballDiaries; Boogie Nights) in the CaryGrant role, and a delightful ThandiweNewton (the underrated 2Pac/TimRothaddictiondramaGridlock’d; JonathanDemme’sBeloved) in the AudreyHepburn role.
Adam Sandler hits the right note as Barry in Punch-Drunk Love.
The honour was also bestowed upon the younger Demme by P.T. Anderson, who dedicated his 2002 Adam Sandler vehicle, Punch–DrunkLove, to him.
Demme, not long before his fatal heart attack at the age of 38.
Starring Denis Leary, Ian Hart, Famke Janssen, Noah Emmerich, Billy Crudup, JasonBarry, JohnDiehl, ColmMeaney, Jeanne Tripplehorn, Greg Dulli, and MartinSheen.
Written by MikeArmstrong & DenisLeary (uncredited).
Cinematography by AdamKimmel.
Music by ToddKasow.
Edited by JeffreyWolf.
Produced by TedDemme, NicolasClermont, ElieSamaha, JimSerpico, and JoelStillerman.
A Miramax release.
Synopsis from miramax.com
“In a tough Irish-American neighborhood, Bobby is a small-time car thief for the area’s top mobster. But when Bobby’s own gang kills members of his family, he is faced with a tough choice: defend his family honour or obey the rigid neighborhood code of silence.”
Theatrical poster for Armstrong and Leary’s previous collaboration.Home video poster (detail).
With a screenplay by Mike Armstrong (1996’s decent, but overlooked, Denis Leary/Sandra Bullock romance, Two If By Sea), MonumentAve (aka Snitch) was marketed as an “Irish MeanStreets,” but mostly dismissed in its day as another in the endless stream of post-Reservoir Dogs/Pulp Fiction QuentinTarantino knock-offs. It’s so much better than that.
QT, often imitated, rarely equaled.The film that started an Indie revolution…And the one that made Tarantino a legend.The most famous example of Tarantino-esque imitation.Guy Ritchie’s debut had the Independent peg him “the British Tarantino.”Even poor Vincent Mancini fell prey to the trend.A forgettable picture save for the star-making turn by CharlizeTheron. The most egregious offender: TroyDuffy’s bafflingly popular Boondocks Saints.Decent cast, dull script.
Monument Ave, in contrast to those other pictures, works not only as a compelling, minor-key gangster film, but also as a finely-drawn character study, morality tale, and like Scorsese’s Bringing Out The Dead (expect a future post on that film in this series) would do a year later, it is a surprisingly thoughtful exploration of grief and guilt.
In fair Charlestown, where we lay our scene…
DenisLeary(Judgement Night; Rescue Me) stars, in his best film role, as Bobby O’Grady, a small time car thief but big fish in the local pond that is his South Boston Irish-Catholic neighbourhood.
The viewer gets the immediate impression that Bobby is basically a good guy, that he’s only a criminal because he never found anything else he was any good at.
“The fuck’s up?”“Hey, who’s holding?”
He’s not particularly greedy, nor violent (except when he’s finally pushed too far), and mostly spends his days and nights hanging out with his lifelong best pals, Mouse, played by IanHart (Backbeat, the new season of Shetland), Red, playedby NoahEmmerich (Demme’sBeautifulGirls; PeterWeir’sTheTrumanShow), Digger (JohnDiehl, Mo‘ Money; Heat), and Bobby’s cousin Seamus (JasonBarry, McCallum), visiting from Ireland.
Their underworld activities feel more like the harmless pranks of a bunch of overgrown juveniles than actual crimes. There’s nothing malicious about their transgressions.
Like the scene where they run down a quiet street at dawn setting off car every alarm on the block just for a laugh.
Or take, for example, the deceptively tense car “chase” that opens the film.
We see flashes of two men inside their respective vehicles, which are racing down a busy street, in what appears to be a hot pursuit, but is revealed to be two car thieves just having a bit of fun on the job before they turn in the Porsche they just boosted.
Winona Ryder.Jessica Lange.Michelle Pfeiffer.“Winona Ryder’s a cracker.”
And what do they do to celebrate the successful grand theft auto that opens the picture? Bobby, Mouse, and Seamus have a sleepover, watch TV, and discuss the famous women they fantasize about, but will never encounter, like Winona Ryder, Michelle Pfeiffer, and Jessica Lange, while cutting up lines from an 8-ball of cocaine.
Seamus is off is face.The salad days.Young Teddy and Bobby and friends.
Demme and his editor, Wolf, use the clever device, introduced in the “chase,” of inserting photos from the recent and long ago past (with Leary’s son Jack standing in as Young Bobby) to suggest their shared history.
The Gang That Couldn’t Shoot Straight: The Prequel.
It proves to be a very elegant and economical way of stitching back- story into the main narrative with very little screen time and without relying on clunky dialogue for exposition.
As boys, they played “Cowboys & Indians.” As men they’re playing “Cops & Robbers,” only now the stakes are much higher – even if none of them realizes it until it is far too late.
“It’s not the car you steal, Mouse, it’s the car you bring in.”
Bobby’s relatively easy-going existence is complicated by another cousin, Teddy, who is more like a brother than a cousin to him.
Bobby is concerned.Billy Crudup as Teddy in Monument Ave.
Teddy is supposed to be in prison doing a three-year bid. He most certainly should not be down at the local pub telling cock ‘n bull stories about outsmarting the feds to get himself early release.
Ron Eldard (L) and Billy Crudup (R) in Sleepers (1996).Crudup in Jesus’ Son (1999)
Teddy is played in a fun and flashy extended cameo by a young BillyCrudup betweenstar-making turns in Barry Levinson’s Sleepers (1996)and Jesus’ Son(1999).
David Proval (l) and Robert De Niro (r) in Mean Streets.Colm Meaney (l) as the neighborhood’s Irish don.
Like DeNiro’s Johnny Boy in MartinScorsese’sMeanStreets, Teddy is a walking live-wire who has run afoul of the local crime boss, Jackie, played by a scenery-chewing ColmMeaney (Far & Away;The Van).
Teddy’s tall tale is that he only gave up some lowlife called Perez, and that he would never ever give up Jackie. When the cops asked about the boss, he told them to go fuck themselves.
Neither the audience, nor anyone at the table, finds Teddy’s story very credible, but it seems to pacify Jackie, who raises a glass and toasts to Teddy’s return.
Crisis seems to be averted. For now. But Teddy is the kind of guy who thinks the rules don’t apply to him, and Bobby knows that Jackie is fast running out of patience, and it’s only going to be a matter of time before there are consequences.
Harvey Keitel in MeanStreets.Meaney (l) and Leary (r) play hard.
And like HarveyKeitel’s Charlie in MeanStreets, Bobby is forced into the unenviable role of playing peacekeeper between these two volatile men that he can’t control.
Keitel and Amy Robinson in Mean Streets.FamkeJanssen (r), as Katy, the boss’ wife and Bobby’s mistress.Katy and Bobby in a clandestine bathroom rendezvous.
But also like Keitel in MeanStreets, Bobby is compromised by a secret (and doomed) love affair: in this case, with Katy, Jackie’s neglected and deeply unhappy wife, played by FamkeJanssen (GoldenEye), also in her best role.
Seamus has a laugh with the fellas.
One of the pivotal scenes in the film is the sequence which begins with the gang sat around a table at their local, telling stories over pints of beers.
Red (Emmerich) and Gavin (Brian Goodman) laugh it up.
We get the feeling that this night is just like hundreds of other nights these guys have spent getting drunk and shooting the shit together. But this night will soon change the rest of their lives.
Digger (Diehl) and Shang (Greg Dulli), a captive audience.
Demme creates a mood of great conviviality here before pulling the rug out from under us.
Bobby delivers the punchline.
Unbeknownst to anyone else at the table, Jackie has ordered Shang, one of his henchman, to take Teddy out.
Shang gets the last word. In this case the word is a bullet.
In a nice bit of sleight-of-hand directing, Shang is first established as just another one of the guys, listening to the story and laughing along with Bobby and the others, before suddenly pulling a gun and, without a moment’s hesitation, squeezing the trigger.
The drama turns with the muzzle flash.
It is a moment of cold, brutal violence, perhaps most shocking for the casual manner in which it is dispensed.
Teddy goes down for the count.
Neither Bobby, his friends, nor the audience sees this gangland execution coming. And because it is so unexpected (preceding the shooting is a long, funny, anecdote about Mouse taking a nap in the middle of a burglary), this eruption of violence, seemingly out of nowhere, hits us hard. As it should.
The recently departed.
The sudden change in tone is masterfully handled by Demme, screenwriter Armstrong, editor Wolf, and the entire ensemble cast, allowing each character time to react in the immediate aftermath.
Red runs from the table. Gavin tellingly, does not.Digger is shocked.Bobby is devastated.Mouse calls it like it is: “Fucking Jackie.”Jackie and Teddy in happier times.
And though Shang pulled the trigger, there is no doubt about who is ultimately responsible for Teddy’s killing. Fucking Jackie.
Dulli performing with his band.
The relatively small part of Shang is played effectively by Greg Dulli of 90’s rock band AfghanWhigs, who appeared as himself in Demme’s previous picture, BeautifulGirls.
Poster (detail) for Ian Softley’sBeatles-centric musical drama.
Dulli also served as vocal stand-in for future Monument Ave castmate Ian Hart’sJohn Lennon in Ian Softley’s underrated 1994 StuSuttcliffe/Beatles biopic, Backbeat.
Shang leaves the gun. Where’s the cannoli?
Shang makes a hasty exit, passing the smoking gun to Gavin, played by Brian Goodman (writer/director of the Ethan Hawke/Mark Ruffalo crime drama, What Doesn’t Kill You), another one of be gang, without challenge from Bobby or the others. None of them knows what to do. What options do they have? The underworld has a firm hierarchy. They are foot soldiers and Jackie is the general. They are expected to fall in line. And under no circumstances would any of them even about going to the cops.
Enter the law.
To solidify this point, mere moments after the shooting stops, appearing almost out of thin air, as though he were the weary ghost of justice herself, is the tired and angry Det. Hanlon, played with great decency by MartinSheen.
LeonardoDiCaprio (L) with Martin Sheen (R) in Martin Scorsese’sTheDeparted.The real Irish Mean Streets?
The righteous fury and Irish wit of the role feels a little like a dry run for Sheen’s Capt. Queenan in Scorsese’s 2006 Best Picture-winning Irish mob drama, The Departed (written by William Monaghan.)
Even the Irish observe omertà.
As Hanlon surveys the crime scene, Bobby turn to Seamus, visibly the most shaken among them, and raises a finger of warning to his lips. In this neighborhood, you do not talk to the cops. Even if you’ve just witnessed the murder of your own flesh and blood.
Seamus is horrified.
As the neighborhood outsider, Seamus serves as the audience surrogate (another effective device to hide expositional seams), and expresses our own shock and horror at the senseless killing we, too, have just witnessed.
Martin Sheen as Det. Hanlon, getting the run around from a bar full of witnesses who all saw nothing.
In a humorous exchange, when Hanlon is frustrated in his attempt to solicit any witness testimony, he explains how these things work to Seamus. Despite a bar full bystanders, no one will have seen anything because they were all “in the bathroom” at the time of the shooting.
Bobby actually was in the bathroom before the shooting.
And sure enough, somehow, they very fortuitously all squeezed in there together just as the fatal shots were fired.
The gang gathers for Teddy’s funeral.
As Teddy’s friends and family gather for his funeral, Bobby’s grief and guilt begin to boil over into seething anger.
Leary and Janssen.Drinking with friends and enemies.
If this is his best chance to do something about Seamus’ death, Bobby doesn’t take it.
I cut you off? You’re back working the wire factory quicker than you can wipe your ass. End up just like your dad.
Jackie to Bobby in Monument Ave.
Here the real dramatic engine of the film starts up and the film kicks into a higher gear as Bobby is faced with a moral dilemma: follow the code of the street, which dictates that he fall in line and accept the boss’s decision, or follow a deeper code that calls for him to avenge Teddy’s death, even if it means he will probably be killed himself. After all, Jackie is the king in this neighbourhood, and taking on the king has a way of shortening the life expectations for all those under him who would try. As Jackie tells us, “Twenty men have tried to screw me.” None of them are around to tell their side of the story.
Katy interrupts the building tension between Jackie and Bobby, picking a fight meant to humiliate Jackie and appease Bobby at the same time. But she underestimates Jackie’s restraint in the face of an audience.
Jackie strikes Katy and Bobby finally stands up to his boss. But only for a moment. Jackie quickly reminds Bobby of his place and tells him in no uncertain terms that he is in fact going to do the robbery.
That leads to a crackerjack heist sequence that plays like a DavidMamet one act tucked inside the larger drama that is the rest of the film as the planning, execution, and aftermath of the robbery are intercut with tension and wit.
Bobby and Mouse race against the clock.
Contrasting the events of the robbery with their planning creates great suspense in the moments when the disparity between expectation and reality is at its apex.
Bobby and Mouse successfully break into the third floor of a parking garage and steal a high-end Ferrari, which they drive out of the parking structure in reverse, one assumes, because it just looks cooler.
But every plan has its flaws.
There are always unknowns.
But Bobby is a cool guy. It’s why everybody wants to hang around with him. Even his pal-turned-nemesis, Jackie. And so, Bobby keeps his cool.
They pull “a Sweeney,” and outmanoeuvre the cops.
The boys live to steal another day.
And having escaped their narrow brush with the law, they return to their neighborhood without incident.
Only things are not all well. There are lights and sirens and onlookers crowding the street around Digger’s car.
And poor Digger has to break the bad news to Bobby.
Something very bad has happened.
Something awful.
Something is broken that cannot be fixed.
And it crushes Bobby’s soul.
In a beautifully played moment that recalls the feeling of EliaKazan’sOn The Waterfront…
Elia Kazan’s masterpiece.Elia Lazan (l) directs MarlonBrando (r) on location filming On The Waterfront.KarlMalden (l) and Brando (r), whose back is literally against the fence in Waterfront.
Bobby’s world suddenly closes off to him in a moment of deep moral crisis.
Bobby looks up to see neighborhood windows and drapes pulled shut and lights turning off. In this neighborhood, we don’t talk to the cops.
Bobby isn’t ready to accept his part in this tragedy. Not when there is someone else to blame right in front of him.
The eyes say it all.
He puts that burden squarely on Det. Hanlon’s shoulders. If Hanlon hadn’t picked Seamus up, in broad daylight, in front of witnesses, no less, Bobby’s cousin would undoubtedly still be alive.
Hanlon points the finger at Bobby.
But Hanlon aims it right back at Bobby. Putting it as explicitly and emphatically as it can be put, if there is any question remaining as to Bobby’s complicity in his own cousin’s death, Hanlon sets the record straight in a tirade that hits Bobby Bobby hard with both barrels.
Det. Hanlon let’s it loose.
Teddy Timmons had it coming. Probably would have ended up back in the joint if he’d have lived, but this kid? This kid just got off the boat! He had his whole life in front of him! Then you got ahold of him, and you taught him the rules. Now this! So, if you’re looking for someone to blame, don’t look at me! Take a good luck in the fucking mirror, brother!
-Det. Hanlon to Bobby in Monument Ave.
Bobby goes for the throat.
It’s not what Bobby wants to hear, even if it’s what he needs to hear. So, his first inclination is to anger. It’s a lot easier than taking self-inventory. And since Jackie isn’t around, Hanlon will have to do.
Bobby goes home to face the music
But everywhere Bobby goes, the message is clear. This is on him. And him alone.
Tears that hit harder than a slap.
Even Bobby’s own saintly Irish mother thinks he’s a disgrace.
The guilt, grief and anger finally overwhelm Bobby,
Ultimately, Bobby knows that no one is angrier, or blames him more directly for Seamus’ death, than himself. He is going to have to do something.
The big dance.
And as we learned in Godfather II, when the young Vito Corleone (Robert De Niro) assassinates local mob boss, Don Fanucci, at the Feast, neighbourhood gatherings in crime pictures are always propitious times to makea killing.
Following in Vito’s footsteps, Bobby chooses the occasion of the big dance at the AOH to take his vengeance.
Demme establishes the revelry of the event, leaning into the Irish flavor of the evening.
And like the Irish rocker Bono once sang…
“Everybody was having a good time…
“Except you…
“You were talking like it was the end of the world.”
Bobby finds Shang at the bar, exchanges a few words that we cannot hear and follows Shang out of the hall into a back room.
There he finds Jackie doing blow and holding court.
But Bobby hasn’t come to shoot the shit or reminisce about the good old days. Jackie owes him money.
Bobby has come to collect what he is owed.
The mood is tense with dim, cold lighting, deep shadows, and cocaine-fueled anxiety.
Miraculously, Jackie has Shang produce Bobby’s cut from the robbery. Jackie even does the unthinkable. He forgives Bobby’s alleged debt. Bobby is back on easy street.
Oh, just one more thing…
Maybe Bobby doesn’t have to kill Jackie after all. He may think Jackie ordered Seamus’ death, but does he know it for a fact. Maybe he will just have to live with his guilt and grief. But as he takes his money and turns to leave…
Jackie’s feeling too damn good to keep his mouth shut. He’s flush with cash, and chuffed on cocaine. He has to push Bobby a little more. And so he taunts Bobby, in the guise of a rare moment of gratitude, as he tells Bobby he appreciates how he “handled that Seamus situation.”
It stops Bobby cold. But just long enough to pull the gun stashed inside his jacket.
The spark is lit.
Jackie has just finally pushed Bobby too far.
But Bobby is not a psychopath and this is not the Irish Taxi Driver, either. So, Bobby spares
But of course, Shang killed Teddy, and probably Seamus. The rules of underworld decorum dictate it: Shang’s gotta go.
And now, as Bobby slips away into the neighbourhood’s shadows at night, he has crossed a point of no return.
Which isn’t to say that his problems are over. Not by a Boston mile.
Det. Hanlon stops Bobby in the street minutes after killing Jackie and Shang.
Bobby’s adrenaline spikes as he realizes he is caught.
Contraband.
A tense moment follows where Bobby’s fate hangs in the balance. His life is now completely in Det. Hanlon’s hands.
Hanlon tells Bobby “how this is gonna go. We’re gonna play it your way.”
“Shhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
Seemingly free from legal consequence or criminal reprisal, Bobby simply returns to the bar where everybody knows his name (it is a Boston bar, after all).
He gets a returning war hero’s welcome home reception from his friends at the bar, despite the fact that he just committed a cold blooded homicide.
The king is dead…
Long live the king!
But always remember…
Heavy is the head…
…that wears the crown.
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Original theatrical poster.Final poster design by JoshWalker (https://www.behance.net/TheJWalker).Green variant poster design by JoshWalker (https://www.behance.net/TheJWalker).Alternate poster design by JoshWalker (https://www.behance.net/TheJWalker).
Director Spotlight: Ted Demme
Double Demme! Uncle Jonathan (L), and nephew, Ted (R).
Nephew of legendary filmmaker JonathanDemme (SilenceofTheLambs; Philadelphia), TedDemme quickly established himself as a talent all his own with the 1993 Yo! MTV Raps buddy cop comedy, Who’s The Man?, starring EdLover and DocterDré (not that Dr. Dre) as the cop buddies, and featuring Leary in one of his first roles as their angry sergeant.
“The first hip-hop whodunnit!”Theatrical poster.Demme (R), with his Monument Ave stars, Leary (L), and Sheen (C).
Developing a deep, lasting friendship off-screen, Demme and Leary would continue to work together successfully on multiple projects over the course of their careers.
Leary (L) and Demme (R) clown around in this magazine article photo.Demme (L) and pal, Leary (R).Theatrical poster. “He’s taken them hostage. They’re driving him nuts.”Ref (1994) original theatrical teaser trailer
A young TedDemme while filming TheRef.
Demme’s follow up to Who’s The Man? was Touchstone’s (Disney’s) TheRef, co-written by Oscar-nominee Richard LaGravenese (The Fisher King; Living Out Loud), starring Leary in his breakout role.
DenisLeary as Gus, cat burglar-turned-marriage counsellor in TheRef (1994).
Leary plays Gus, a wise-cracking cat burglar forced to play marriage counsellor over Christmas when he breaks into the home of duelling spouses played by KevinSpacey and JudyDavis.
Demme (C) directs Spacey (L) and Davis (R) on set.
The film underperformed at the box-office, but was well received by critics. Roger Ebert (officially this site’s favourite) gave the film 3 out of 4 stars and said, “Ted Demme juggles all these people skillfully. Even though we know where the movie is going (the Ref isn’t really such a bad guy after all), it’s fun to get there.”
Demme (L), and Leary(R) on set.
Demme also directed Leary’s stand-up specials, No Cure For Cancer (1992), and Lock‘NLoad (1997).
Leary announced himself as the new Bill Hicks with his profane, rapid-fire monologues.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=inLRcdZbO1ghttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HB9RFRTiW70Demme checks the frame on set for “BeautifulGirls.”
Demme’s follow up picture to The Ref was the 1995 romantic-comedy-drama, BeautifulGirls, written by ScottRosenberg (Things To Do In Denver When You’re Dead).
Check out that cast!
Trailer.
With shades of LawrenceKasdan’sTheBigChill, and JohnSayles‘ ReturnofTheSecaucus7, BeautifulGirlsis a sweet and funny ode to that particular brand of ennui and nostalgia you encounter in your 20s, when you’re too old to act like a teenager anymore, but too young to feel like a real grown up.
The men of BeautifulGirls (L to R) (Dillon, Emmerich, Perlich, Rappaport, and Hutton, knocked out by UmaThurman (L).Thurman is radiant in one of her first post-“PulpFiction” roles.The women (L-R): Sorvino, O’Donnell, Holly, and Thurman.
The dramedy boasts a ridiculously stacked cast (MattDillon, Mira Sorvino, Uma Thurman, Tim Hutton, Noah Emmerich, Michael Rappaport, Rosie O’Donnell, Lauren Holly,David Arquette, Max Perlich, Martha Plimpton, and Natalie Portman (among others).
Dillon (L), reunited with his “DrugstoreCowboy” cast mate, Perlich (R).Portman gives a fine performance, but the character is ill conceived.
Portman’s character’s storyline is the only element which has really aged poorly, that of a 13-year-old girl who would be the object of TimHutton’s affection if only she were five years older!
Hutton (L) and Portman (R).
Given the allegations of sexual misconduct levelled against Hutton in the years since the film’s release, and especially those against cinematographer AdamKimmel (who also shot MonumentAve, Jesus’Son, and Capote), a registered sex offender charged with child sex assault in 2010, this cringe-inducing subplot, which seemed harmless to me in 1995 (when I was only 2 years older than Portman’s character), now seems so wildly inappropriate I’m hard pressed to imagine how it wasn’t excised from the shooting script, let alone the finished film before release.
One of the best of all time!
Demme did some very good TV work after BeautifulGirls.He directed two episodes of one of the greatest series in the history of television, Homicide: Life on The Street; one episode of the 6-film anthology series Gun, starring a pre-Sopranos-fame JamesGandolfini, with other episodes directed by the likes of the great RobertAltman (The Player, Short Cuts), and the very good JamesFoley (Glengarry Glen Ross, The Corrupter); the ManhattanMiraclesegment of the HBO short film anthology, SubwayStories, once again featuring DenisLeary, with contributions from my main man, AbelFerrara (KingofNewYork, BadLieutenant), and Demme’s uncle Jonathan (Melvin & Howard; The Truth About Charlie).
Watch Subway Stories on YouTube for free:
Demme (L) with Anthony Anderson (C) and Martin Lawrence (R) on set for Life (1999).
Next came Monument Ave,which Demme followed up a year later with 1999’s criminally slept-on prison-dramedy, Life.
Theatrical poster.
Trailer.
Making of.Demme and his viewfinder.
Produced by BrianGrazer (Backdraft; Ransom), Life stars a perfectly-paired EddieMurphy (Coming to America; 48 Hrs) and MartinLawrence (Bad Boys 1-4; BlueStreak), doing some of their best work.
Murphy (L), and Lawrence (C), take shit from NickCassavetes (R) in Life.
Written by RobertRamsey & MatthewStone (the CoenBros.’ Intolerable Cruelty), Life is the surprisingly empathetic story of two wrongfully convicted New Yorkers incarcerated for life in an all black Mississippi prison camp under the oppressive watch of Nick Cassavetes’ (Delta Force 3; Face/Off) white prison guard.
Lawrence (L) and Murphy (R) growing old together.
Where the film truly distinguishes itself is in its second-half, when the story begins to speed up to show Murphy and Lawrence advancing into their golden years.
Eddie Murphy’s old-age mask.Murphy submits to Rick Baker’s (L) make-up chair. Murphy (L) and Lawrence (R) in their old age makeup.Ready to roll film.Best in his field.
For the excellent artistry and craft that went into the process of creating the progressive looks for each of the characters through the passing years (not even Cassavetes’ prison guardisspared the ravages of time), prosthetics wizard, Rick Baker (An American Werewolf In London) received an Oscar-nomination for Best Make Up.
Life, make-up featurette.“You know what Frank Sinatra said to me?!”Murphy expanded his reputation for disappearing into a character through make up and prosthetics with this 1996 reimagining of the Jerry Lewis comedy.Hefailed to recapture the magic in this unfortunatley mean-spirited 2007 picture.
Even when it feels more gimmick (Norbit) than inspiration (the barber shop scenes inComing to America; The Nutty Professor), the truth is that nobody manages to be funnier under the weight of heavy prosthetics than Eddie Murphy. Though Lawrence holds his own here, faring much better than in the Big Mama’s Housepictures.
As if once wasn’t enough…They just had to do it again!And three times was decidedly NOT the charm for Big Mama.
Take a look at the scene in Life where Lawrence finally re-encounters society as an old man.
The scene isn’t played for laughs, cheap or otherwise. The make up-prosethics are used in aid of telling the story, not as a gag.
Getting older can sure feel like this. “What the fuck?” indeed.
The scene is truly moving in the way it centers Lawrence in a maelstrom of confusing change with gentle compassion.
The haircuts…
Lawrence is like The Man Who Fell To Earth here, an alien in a strange world that he doesn’t recognize or understand.
The radios…
He may be an alien in this place and time, but we are right there in that moment with him, because of the humanity in the writing, directing, editing and, especially, the performing of this scene, which wouldn’t have been out place in Shawlshank.
But mostly…
Life. Was it Jim Morrison who said, “None of us gets out alive”? No truer words.
…time changes us.
Though the film was overlooked upon its initial release, a slow re-appraisal has begun to build:
And probably my favourite thing about it is that it refuses to go out on a melancholy note.
Theatrical poster.Never too late for a ballgame.Waving goodbye.
Like Michael Keaton and pals in The Dream Team, and Jim Belushi in Taking Care of Business before them, Murphy and Lawrence escape the hooscow to catch a little of America’s favourite pastime.
Remembering that they forgot to finish arguing.
In the end, though still bickering like an old married couple, Murphy and Lawrence have truly formed a hard won friendship. Watching that develop slowly over a lifetime locked up together is the film’s true joy.
French poster.
Also of note in Life, among its wonderful supporting cast, which includes Bernie Mac, Ned Beatty, and a silent Bokeem Woodbine (Strapped; The Sopranos) is Nick Cassavetes.
Father John (l) and mother Gena (r), with baby Nick (m).
Atalented director in his own right (She’s So Lovely; Aloha Dog), Nick is the son of cinema’s premiere iconic power couple, JohnCassavetes (Husbands; Killing of a Chinese Bookie) and GenaRowlands (Woman Under The Influence; JimJarmusch’sNight on Earth).
Version 1.0.0
Trailer.
The young Cassavetes went on to co-write (with David McKenna) Demme’s next picture, 2001’s Johnny Depp (TimBurton’sEdwardScissorhands; Jarmusch’sDeadMan) cocaine epic, Blow.
Depp’s hair outshines his performance as George Jung in the disappointing Blow.
The film co-starred PenelopeCruz (VanillaSky; Almodovar’sVolver), Franka Potente (Run Lola Run; The Bourne Identity) RunEthan Supplee (American History X; Wolf of Wall Street); and Paul Reubens (Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure; Batman Returns), in a rare dramatic part.
Demme (r), directs Depp (l).
Adapted from BrucePorter’s non-fiction book, the film tells the true story of American drug kingpin, GeorgeJung.
Depp (l) and Demme (r).
Though it grossed $30M over its $53M budget, the film was considered somewhat of a disappointment, drawing unfavourable comparisons to more successful sex, drugs & rock n’ roll saturated dramas of human excesss, like Scorsese’sGoodfellas, and PaulThomasAnderson’sBoogieNights.
Director TedDemme with his “Blow” cast member PaulReubens (Pee–Wee’sBigAdventure“), and Goodfellas‘ DebiMazar (SpikeLee’sJungleFever) .(l to r): Demme, Reubens, Ann and DenisLeary at the Blow premiere.Ted Demme presents his movie, “Blow,” on Charlie Rose.
Demme’s final film was as co-director with his “TheRef” scribe RichardLaGravenese on the excellent documentary A Decade Under The Influence: The 70’s films that changed everything.
Poster art recalling the iconic “Blow Up” design, with a cinema camera instead of a photos-only point-and-shoot.
The documentary is a cinephile’s dream, featuring interviews with just about all of the luminaries who made the 1970s the true golden age of cinema. It also serves as the ideal syllabus for anyone unfamiliar with the films of the period wanting to know where to start watching.
Demme tragically passed away before the film was released, suffering a fatal heart attack (supposedly as a result of excessive cocaine use) during a celebrity basketball game on January 14, 2002. He was only 38 years young.
And with that, American cinema lost one of its most promising young directors, but he left behind a legacy of 7 wonderful films, all very different from each other in terms of genre but unified by the great warmth and empathy Demme bestowed upon all of his characters. My kind of filmmaker.
Uncle Jonathan’s fun and frenetic 2002Charade remake.
JonathanDemme dedicated 2002’s Charade remake, The Truth About Charlie to his nephew.
Wahlberg in a regrettable beret in TTAC.Cary Grant in Charade.Thandiewe Newton in TTAC.Audrey Hepburn in Charade.
TTAC starred a woefully miscast MarkWahlberg (BasketballDiaries; Boogie Nights) in the CaryGrant role, and a delightful ThandiweNewton (the underrated 2Pac/TimRothaddictiondramaGridlock’d; JonathanDemme’sBeloved) in the AudreyHepburn role.
Adam Sandler hits the right note as Barry in Punch-Drunk Love.
The honour was also bestowed upon the younger Demme by P.T. Anderson, who dedicated his 2002 Adam Sandler vehicle, Punch–DrunkLove, to him.
Demme, not long before his fatal heart attack at the age of 38.
SolveigDommartin (WimWenders’ Wings of Desire) stars as Claire, inUTEOTW.Title shot from the original trailer.
Produced and directed by Wim Wenders.
Starring SolveigDommartin, William Hurt, Sam Neil, Rudiger Volger, Ernie Dingo, Adele Lutz, Chick Ortega, Eddy Mitchell, Allen Garfield, David Byrne, Tom Farrell, Kuniko Miyake, Chishu Ryu, MaxVon Sydow, and Jeanne Moreau.
Story by Solveig Dommartin & Wim Wenders.
Screenplay by Peter Carey and Wim Wenders, with an early, uncredited draft by Michael Almereyda.
Cinematography by Robby Müller.
Edited by Peter Przygodda.
Music by Graeme Revell.
Produced by Anatole Bauman and Jonathan Taplin.
An Argos Films production.
A Warner Bros. release.
Restoration and release of the Director’s Cut by TheCriterion Collection, Janus Films, and Wim Wenders Stiftung.
UTEOTW was confoundingly Rated-R upon it’s initial release considering there is nothing in the way of gratuitous sex, or violence, excessive profanity, or any of the other fun things that usually earn a picture its R-rating.
Original French theatrical poster.Title shot.
When it was originally released theatrically in 1991, in its excessively-abbreviated form, cut down to a more theatre-friendly 128 mins from Wenders’ 247-min Director’s Cut (finally made available in North America in recent years by The Criterion Collection), and the (allegedly) 20-hour first assembly, Wenders’ strange, quirky, romantic, sci-fi road movie epic was mostly met with earth shattering silence. It is an exhibiting artist’s worst fear: widespread indifference.
The release of the restored and expanded Director’s Cut has significantly improved UTEOTW’s reputation, and gives cause for a major re-appraisal.
Panicked dreams.
Selections from the original story treatment, published in Wim Wenders On Film, by Faber & Faber:
“It’s surely no exaggeration to say that in the whole history of the cinema, no subject has been handled as much as love.
Wim Wenders, On Film
A story in which love is possible, love works , is right and proper, and with an ending to match. At any price. All received wisdom to the contrary. (And where did that ever get us?) With a courage born of despair. With fortunefavouring the brave. In spite of everything and, if need be, TO THE END OF THE WORLD.
Wim Wenders, On Film
The story itself is very simple. Maybe it will become more complicated. We’ll see. At any rate I’d like to make this film in the same way that I made Alice in The Cities, Kings of the Road, The State of Things, and not least, the second half of Paris, Texas.
Wim Wenders, On Film.
Use an almost empty ‘narrative structure’ and gradually have it filled in by the actors and by pooling all of our experience. Discover the story, in other words.
Wim Wenders, On Film.
It’s the only way I can do it now. And there’s no better way of making an adventure film.
Wim Wenders, On Film.
Waking from one dream to find yourself living in another.
Wenders’ resulting “adventure film” tells the story of Claire Tourneur, a listless young Parisian woman trying to find herself in Venice, Italy, but mostly losing herself in “a lot of parties, designer drugs, and one-night stands.”
Claire, through the looking glass.Nouvelle Vague star Anna Karina and her trademark bangs.International theatrical poster.
As an off-course Indian satellite circles the earth, threatening to destroy it, Claire wakes up from a falling nightmare, in bed with one of her disposable lovers (in a black wig, looking like Anna Karina in Alphaville), though we assume she hasn’t rested long, since we learn that Claire doesn’t really sleep.
Claire and some Talking Heads.
She wanders, drifts, really, through the stragglers, die hards, and miscellaneous detritus left over from last night’s revelry (or however long ago this Bunuelian-party-that-never-ends began).
Party like it’s 1999, because, it is.
Claire seems at once to belong to and remain apart from the people and environment she wanders past and through.
She is clearly very far from home. This place is not a final destination for her, just a quick stop along the way to who-knows-where?
And like the shark that will surely die if it stops swimming, Claire must move on from here. But where will she go?
She is on the run, even though no one is chasing her. Yet. Calire is simply trying to escape the very relatable pain of a recent breakup.
But, of course, heartbreak is something you carry with you, and so, everywhere that Claire goes, and she goes just about everywhere over the course of the film, there it is: heartbreak.
Her writer boyfriend, now ex, the film’s ever-patient narrator, Gene, played by Sam Neil (Żulowski’s Possession; Jurassic Park I & III), has just cheated on Claire with her best friend, Makiko. And though her friendship with Makiko seems to have survived, maybe a little bruised, but mostly unscathed, what Claire had with Gene has forever been lost.
Off the map.Taking the road less travelled.The freedom of the open road.Claire’s world is literally turned upside down.
Claire is on the fast track to nowhere-in-particular when a (miraculously non-fatal) automotive crack up irrevocably changes the course of her life forever.
Chick Ortega as Chico.Eddy Mitchell as Raymond.Shoot The Piano Player.Charles Aznavour and his captors in Piano Player.Theatrical poster.
Claire rolls her car, swerving to avoid collision with a vehicle driven by two French bank robbers, played here by Chick Ortega (Wings of Desire; Jeunet&Caro’s Delicatessen) and Eddy Mitchell (Bertrand Tavernier’s Coup de Torchon and Round Midnight) as a friendlier, goofier version of the two hoods who harassed Charles Aznavour in FrancoisTruffaut’sShoot The Piano Player.
Claire entertains an unusual job opportunity: stolen money courier.
A surprising exchange follows. Rather than a road rage incident erupting at gunpoint (as one might expect when colliding with a pair of desperate, armed, fleeing bank robbers) out in the middle of Italy’s version of nowhere, these apparrently harmless bandits have a surprisingly attractive, albeit highly dangerous, and clearly illegal, proposition for Claire.
If she will transport the money they have stolen in a headline-making heist at the Nice airport (they are too hot, and one of them too injured, to do it themselves), they will cut Claire in on thirty-percent of the loot.
Suddenly, Claire’s wayward wanderings are given purpose and direction. She has a mission. And she sets out to accomplish that mission with great enthusiasm. With her 30 percent, she can buy herself an apartment back in Paris, perhaps overlooking the Seine.
At the very least, she will not have to return to Gene, whom she still loves, but can no longer trust.
William Hurt as Trevor McPhee/Sam Farber.
Her mission is initially derailed, then defined by, a chance encounter at a (video!) pay-phone with a man claiming to be an Australian called Trevor McPhee, but who is really an American named Sam Farber.
You have very sad eyes.
-Claire to Sam.
I’m not a sad man though.
-Sam to Claire.
Played by a never-so-dashing William Hurt (Altered States, Body Heat). Sam is handsome, charming, and mysterious, with a little boy lost quality to him. Claire naturally falls in love at first sight. The first thing she notices? His eyes.
Sam is being followed by a mysterious man with an Australian accent (Ernie Dingo), who may or may not be a hitman. Claire covers for Sam, and when he is desperate for her help in evading his pursuer, she reluctantly agrees.
Where have you been?
Sam to Claire.
Everywhere… and back.
Claire to Sam.
Claire whisks Trevor away in her badly damaged (and foam-covered) automobile, and unknowingly embarks on the beginning of what will be the adventure of her lifetime, one that will take her across the globe and possibly heal her heartache.
When they are stopped by some futuristic police vehicles for a roadside check, Sam learns that he isn’t the only one on the run. Claire is afraid of the police and it has something to do with the heavy bag she’s carrying.
Sam offers to drive, and surprising herself, in his presence, Claire is able to finally fall (and stay) asleep.
While she’s lost in dreams, curious about the contents of Claire’s luggage, Sam exploits the opportunity to search her bag and help himself to some of the cash.
How long did I sleep?
Claire to Sam.
About 500 kilometres.
Sam to Claire.
It’s telling that in a road movie like this, time is measured not in seconds, minutes, and hours, but in distance travelled.
Pygmy singing.
Claire returns to Paris to deliver the stolen money and collect her cut. She drops Sam off, only to discover once he’s gone that so is some of her money. In its place is an I.O.U. and Sam’s prized recording of a group of Pygmy children singing.
“I went to a lot of parties. I cried a lot.”
Taking brief refuge at Gene’s apartment to count the money and figure out how much is hers, Claire decides she has to go after Sam, telling herself that it’s only to retrieve the money stolen from her, but knowing, as we do, that the money is only an excuse.
Gotta be 5 o’clock somewhere in the world, right?Claire takes in the Tokyo skyline.Relics of the future past.At the end of the world.
And so Claire departs to track down Sam and the stolen money, a journey that will take her from Paris to Berlin, to Moscow, to Tokyo, and beyond, ultimately to the Australian outback, where Sam hopes to reunite with his parents before the Indian satellite brings about the last of days.
Rüdiger Volger as Winter.
The trail leads to some encounters with the other interested parties who are hunting Sam for their own reasons, apparently having to do with some rare opals that Sam has stolen along with a mysterious, top-secret video-camera headset that his father has invented.
Volger in Wenders’ Kings of the Road (1976).
Chief amongst Sam’s pursuers is the rumpled, German private-eye, Winter, played by Rüdiger Volger (Wenders’Alice in the Cities, Kings of the Road, and Lisbon Story), who proves alternately annoying and useful to Claire.
Winter has resources that Claire does not, and with his high tech tracking gear, he quickly picks up Sam’s scent. Reluctantly, Claire agrees to partner up with Winter. Perhaps together they will have a greater chance of finding Sam.
A young Max Von Sydow (R) plays games with Death (L) in Ingmar Bergman’s masterpiece.Three Swedish legends of cinema: MaxVon Sydow (L), Liv Ullman (M), and revered auteur-filmmaker, Ingmar Bergman (R).
Sam’s father, Dr. Farber, is played by the great icon of Ingmar Bergman’s cinema, Max Von Sydow (The Seventh Seal; Spielberg’sMinority Report).
Like so many brilliant but myopic men of his generation, and every generation before him and since, Dr. Farber has been figuratively blinded by his career ambitions to the harm that his life’s work is causing the people who love him most, mainly his son, Sam. Slowly, Sam is being literally blinded while trying to complete his father’s research through over-exposure to the visionary camera that Dr. Farber has invented, the American government has stolen, and Sam has “repossessed.” What makes the camera so special? Among other things, it can record our dreams.
Sam looks, but cannot see.
Blindness, literal or otherwise, is one of (if not the) main themes of the picture, which is highly ironic given that UTEOTW is a film with such an abundance of visual splendour.
The late, great Robby Müller.
It should be counted among the finest examples of the late Dutch cinematographer Robby Müller’s very best work, a long list of excellent pictures that includes:
German poster for Down By Law, JimJarmusch’s triumphant follow-up to his indie debut, Stranger Than Paradise.Theatrical poster for Wenders‘Paris, Texas (1986).Theatrical poster for Alex Cox’s Repo Man.Theatrical poster for Jarmusch’s brilliant, dead-panwestern.Theatrical poster for Lars Von Trier’s most acclaimed film.Spanish poster for Von Trier’s Dancer In The Dark.Theatrical poster for Michael Winterbottom’s 24 Hour Party People.A walk to the end of the world.
Perhaps it is precisely because UTEOTW is so beautiful to look at that the prospect of losing our ability to see, as Wenders’ story presents, becomes so terrifying, and thus, such an effective dramatic engine for what may initially appear to be a rambling, globetrotting journey without destination. That all changes once we learn the true nature of Sam’s mission. But first, back to blindness:
Beloved French film icon (and ex-wife to William Friedkin), Jeanne Moreau.
Sam’s mother (played by Jeanne Moreau, another legendary icon of international cinema), is already clinically, legally blind, which is why Dr. Farber invented the camera in the first place.
Sam and his father’s camera.Sam records a video message from his sister in Siberia.Sweet dreams (machine).
Sam’s true mission, we eventually learn, is to travel the world collecting images of family, friends, and various landscapes for his mother to finally “see.” Dr. Farber’s camera does have the capacity to record our dreams, but it was originally designed for the sole purpose of allowing blind people to see.
Reeling from the fresh heartbreak of Gene and Makiko’s betrayal, Claire is now “love blind” over Sam. As she says, she is like some teenage girl with a bad crush, refusing to see the many red flags warning her off pursuing the troubled Sam, who robs her, abandons her, sleeps with her, ties her up, robs and abandons her again.
Winter’s upgraded bounty hunter software finally locks in on Trevor McPhee, who is really Sam Farber.
Sam really does not want to be followed, even by someone as intriguing, beautiful, and selflessly invested in helping him (for no discernible, logical reason), as Claire.
Winter and Claire chained to the bed and each other.
When he skips out on her for a second time, leaving her stranded, broke, and handcuffed to Winter in a Tokyo hotel room, Claire calls Sam a bastard. But she isn’t going to give up on him. When Claire loves someone, she is prepared to go to the ends of the world for them. And thats’s exactly what she will have to do for Sam.
For his part, our hapless narrator, Gene, is blind to how badly he has hurt Claire, and how she could have so easily and speedily fallen out of love with him, only to immediately fall in love with a criminal like Sam, who treats her so much worse (in Gene’s estimation) than he did through his one-off transgression with Makiko.
Gene and Winter make unlikely bedfellows.Claire, Gene, and Winter, unable to find beds at their Moscow hotel.
Gene will have to traverse the globe chasing after Claire, then chasing Sam with her, footing the bill along the way, before he is ready to see that he has lost her forever as a partner, but never as a friend. And anyone who knows Claire will attest that, to be her friend, is certainly worth crossing the globe for, even if only to finally let her go.
Winter cuts the figure of a classic Hollywood gumshoe, like a German version of Sam Spade or Philip Marlowe.
Winter, the lovable, but lonely private eye, by the very definition of his occupation, is always looking for what cannot be found, and therefore cannot be seen.
Like his Bounty Bear program, Winter is perpetually searching, searching, searching.
Winter is his name, finding people is his game.
But by the time he reaches the Australian outback in the film’s more philosophical and decidedly slower-paced second-half, his eyes are now open to something more profound than the endless pursuit of chasing people for money.
He is, after all, as Gene tells us in his narration, a “bleeding heart,” who previously made finding lost children his life’s mission.
End of the world music.
And though poor Winter suffers much through the film, always the one most put out by the double crosses and desperate attempts to evade him, the experience of venturing to the end of the world with Claire, et al, has seemingly delivered him to a moment approximating some form of enlightenment. By the film’s end, Winter is at peace, his heart still bleeding, but intact.
Claire comforts Sam.You’ll see me in my dreams.
Ultimately, the most urgent concern of Wenders’ film is with the blindness that we all share — the inability to truly see into each other’s hearts, minds, and dreams.
A frustrated scientist & his microscope: LiamNeeson in SamRaimi’sDarkman (1990).
We have modern, ultra-sophisticated microscopes that can show us our cellular makeup…
Jim Carrey discovers one of the hidden cameras in Peter Weir’s The Truman Show.
Tiny, fibre-optic videocameras that can be inserted under our skin to allow us to see inside our bodies and study our internal organs…
Theatrical poster.
We have X-ray machines that sometimes look and make us feel like we’re strapped in for one of those nasty procedures in JohnFrankenheimer’s prototypical 1966 body-horror, Seconds, that show us our bones, but none of this technology can show us what we feel or think.
MRI brain scan.
We can look at our brains with an MRI machine, but we cannot see our thoughts. Dr. Farber’s revolutionary dream camera rectifies that.
Dr. Farber in his underground lab (lair?).Claire (L), and Farber, Sr. (R).
To see each other’s dreams would be to reveal an open window directly into the deepest, hidden, unexpressed reservoirs of our innermost thoughts and feelings.
Sam’s blind mother dreams…And can finally see her son, as he was when he was a little boy.
And Farber’s device records not only what we are looking at, but also how we feel about what we are looking at. It records our emotions. It can “see” a child’s love for its mother, for example.
This site’s favourite film critic, Mr. Roger Ebert, in his best formal wear.
My favourite quote ever about movies comes from Roger Ebert, the one about how they are “empathy machines,” but a camera that can show us our own and other people’s dreams? With all due respect, admiration, and apologies to Sir. Roger, Dr. Farber’s camera would easily have the movies beat.
Incidently, Ebert gave UTEOTW a very lacklustre two stars in his contemporaneous review, and wrote somewhat dismissively: “The movie itself, unfortunately, is not as compelling as the tempest that went into its making.”
Ebert and the thumbs of judgment.
But in all fairness to him, Ebert only saw the truncated version, not the Director’s Cut. In effect, he only saw half the picture, so awarding the original version half of the stars that the Director’s Cut rightly deserves actually seems apropos.
Claire is weary of Sam’s futuristic head gear.
Should such a device as the one Dr. Farber invents in the film ever come into existence, I fear that, at least for the cinema, it truly would be the end of the world.
From lonely heart…To mad bomber.
But with the exception of a small bit of comic relief around one minor character (Tom Farrell) whose apocalyptic Cassandra Complex turns him from anxious dive-bar lonely heart into an anti-nuclear-activist-cum-terrorist, that sort of thesky is falling (or in this case, Indian satellite), doomsday rhetoric is mostly avoided by Wenders’ hopeful, romantic, ode to travel, technology, love, and dreams, and so, I’ll avoid it here.
Poster for Paul Schrader’s 2002 sex and videotape drama,Auto Focus.Family man Bob Crane (Greg Kinnear) shows off his new video camera in Paul Schrader’sAuto Focus (2002).Then puts it to its real use…A different kind of “home movie.”
Like Paul Schrader’s 2002 sex-and-videotape drama, Auto Focus, would do a little over a decade later, UTEOTW also holds a special significance for those of us with an interest in the history and development of digital video photography.
Early reel-to-reel video tape.
At the time of UTEOTW’s production, although analog tape had been around since 1951, the digital medium was very much in its infancy. If it were a baby, it would have taken its first breath, but not yet opened its eyes.
To sleep… Perchance, to dream.Farber’s tech is the holy grail in the search to capture our dreams.Shades of Hurt’s earlier immersion in visionary sci-fi, Ken Russell’s 1980 film of Paddy Chayevsky’s script for Altered States.Hurt in Altered States.Theatrical poster for KenRussell’sAltered States.
Dr. Farber’s camera remains the stuff of science-fiction fantasy, but since the audience would have to view so much of the footage that the Farber’s device was supposedly capturing, there was a real need for Wenders to find a credible way of presenting digital images that would still be recognizable as videotape to an audience in 1991, when the film was to be released, but also show how the technology might significantly advance by the year 1999, when the story takes place.
This required Wenders, his creative and technicalteams, and the Japanese engineers in R&D over at SONY, who would have to actually develop or invent the working hardware and software required by the task at hand, to imagine the potential future of video ten years down the road.
Claire captures the sights.Playback.Early digital video capture of Hurt, as Sam.You can just barely make out the shape of a doorway captured by Claire’s handicam.The canals in Venice.Thai-chi at the end of the world.Child on bicycle.Face of the future.Visions from the underground.Self-portrait of a hitchhiker.
They set about accomplishing this in three ways. First, they would have to create the blurry, pixelated, desaturated digital images captured by Claire with her consumer-grade mini-handicam.
Then there would be the higher resolution, but still slightly impressionistic (since they are imbued with the beholder’s feelings about what they are seeing), much crispier, high-end digital images captured by Sam while out in the field. We see them as double images as we would with modern 3-D cameras, which, like our own brains, rely on two overlayed visual inputs to create the illusion of depth, as we perceive it with our eyes.
Terminator (2) vision.
With the on-screen computational overlays, Sam’s footage is a little like Schwarzenegger’s POV shots from James Cameron’s Terminator 2: Judgement Day, released the same year as Wenders’ film, though obviously to much greater box office.
Lastly, they would need to create the vibrant, impressionistic, colour-saturated (occasionally black-and-white or monochromatic) images, distorted to the point of abstraction, of the various characters’ dreams (and sometimes, nightmares).
Digital vision of Claire.An analogue one.
The first challenge for the team of artists and technicians assembled by Wenders’ would be the inevitable, unfavourable comparisons of the aesthetic qualities of the digital footage to the well established look of traditional film.
Pixel-vision Claire.
By juxtaposing digital video images with those shot on celluloid, as Wenders intended to do, the fear was that, by contrast to the pristine look of contemporary film stocks, which, unlike digital video, had advanced considerably by the early 90s (film admittedly had more than half-a-century’s head start on its baby-sister medium), that video footage would just look bad. Grainy. Ugly. Unusable.
Digital noise.
Pixels were simply no match for film grain in 1991. Was it even possible to make video look beautiful back then? Wenders and his collaborators were undaunted in their many trials and errors along the way in that most honourable of pursuits: artistic and technological innovation.
The real-world images that Sam and Claire would record with their respective cameras in their across-the-world adventures would be challenge enough, but how could Wenders and team even hope to approximate the look and feel of our dreams?
SalvadorDali’s conceptual sketch for the “eyeball” set from AlfredHitchcock’sSpellbound.
Beyond those technical difficulties associated with the use of digital media in its early form, there was an even more daunting artistic obstacle: the generally accepted notion that dream sequences in cinema (and television) have traditionally, more often than not, simply been inadequate in their attempts to articulate the intangible, amorphous look and feel of our dreams, which do not adhere to any of the visual logic that film grammar is dependent upon. Of course, there are exceptions:
The Salvador Dali sequence in Alfred Hitchcock’sSpellbound (1945)is one prime example.
The world’s most famous surrealist painter and its most famous director of suspense pictures, respectively, Dali’s and Hitchcock’s worlds collided in Spellbound with stunning results.
Gregory Peck needs a nap after all that dreaming!60th anniversary Vertigo re-release poster.The director’ screen credit.Bass’ screen credit (detail).
Topping his work inSpellbound, the Saul Bass psych-out sequences in Hitchcock’s1958 masterpiece, Vertigo, remain the very best of their kind.
A restless night of sleep for Jimmy Stewart’s Scotty. Haunted in dreams.Or is he awake?Flowers for the dead…Transform into cartoon leaves.They tumble towards us.Scotty travels through the void.He sees red.He is transported to a graveyard.Where an open grave is waiting…For him!Head trip.The face of fear.Not Boris Karloff.A falling silhouette.The trademark Bass cut-out style.Falling in black and white.Scotty wakes up in fright.Fellini’s masterpiece. Or, at least, one of his masterpieces.
Fellini’s opening to 8 & 1/2 (1963)isanother exampleof dreams done right, probably the finest articulation of dream imagery in international cinema to date.
Stuck in traffic.Under the watchful eyes of strangers in the other vehicles.A busload of passengers, so jammed in, their limbs are spilling out of the windows. Makes the TTC look slightly less like Dante’s Inferno.Trapped in his car.Glared at, by more commuters.Ignored by those with more pressing things on their minds.Riders on a bus to nowhere.Freeing himself from the vehicle…But not the scrutiny of the strangers.Preparing for take-off.Rising.Taking flight.Comes a horseman.“Down you come!”Tethered to the earth.Some people just don’t know when to let go!Prognosticator of prognosticators.“Down for good!”Shades of Vertigo.
Woody Allen’s opening to Stardust Memories (1980), riffing on Fellini’s opening to 8 & 1/2, also comes to mind.
Allen & longtime casting director, Juliet Taylor, proved they could rival Fellini in selecting extras with great faces. Just look at the mug on the train’s ticket-taker. Is that not the face of Judgement?
There are even those few, extra rare examples of films which successfully create and sustain a dreamlike quality for the entirety of their runtime.
Theatrical poster for DavidLynch’sLost Highway.Theatrical poster for what some say is Lynch’s best work, Mulholland Drive.
The most obvious example would be the cinema of(recently departed genius) David Lynch, especiallyLost Highway (1997), and Mullholland Drive (2001).
Season 5 advert.
Outside of the movies, the most successful dream sequences in narrative television are likely to be found in select episodes of HBO’s landmark mafia & psychoanalysis drama, The Sopranos (1999-2007).
Tony goes full Gary Cooper, his spirit animal.
The most notable example would have to be Season 5’s 11th episode, The Test Dream – the one where Tony rides a horse through his living room.
What sets UTEOTW apartfrom those other stories in this regard, is that it never attempts to recreate the distorted narrative logic of our dreams. It’s not bothered with their elusive plots (trying to remember the stories in our dreams only ever proves to be an exercise in frustration), but is instead preoccupied with the meaning of the images and with the emotions they elicit in the dreamer.
The dazzling, impossible physics of Christopher Nolan’s dreamthrillerInception (2010).
There are no gravity-defying Inception-like dream-within-a-dream (within a dream!) heist sequences to be found here. Instead, Wenders and team explore the new and emerging aesthetic possibilities inherent in imagining how our brains would interpret and process images without the benefit of our eyes to actually see them.
It’s a fascinating visual problem, and as such, a distinctly cinematic one. And because it is so interested in how we see, how we feel about what we see, and how we reproduce and share what we see, UTEOTW is a story that can really only be properly told through the uniquely visual medium that is the magic of moving pictures.
Cinema remains the art form that most closely approximates our dreams, despite its over-reliance on pesky little elements like visual and narrative logic.
Lovers in flight.
The great joys of the film’s first half are to be found in exploring the visual pleasures of our external realities: of so many diverse, breathtaking landscapes (from the Blade Runner-esquemetropolisof near-future Tokyo, to the vast, tranquil emptiness of the Australian outback) in such rapid-fire succession; of so many beautiful and captivating movie-star faces; of such a rich and varied, and when called for, impressionistic colour palette (remember when movies weren’t just orange and green?!); of the great sounds and songs that play throughout Claire’s big adventure on the film’s soundtrack (more on that later).
In contrast, the great pleasures of the second half are to be found in the film’s scientific and philosophical musings, its ideas about ways of seeing, and in its intellectual curiosity about humankind’s shared compulsion to steal glimpses into the mysterious abyss of our unexplored interior lives through our dreams. Wenders’ characters do this armed with the full knowledge, as Nietzsche warned us, that the abyss always stares back.
Sam’s fading eye-sight is but one of the dangers (physical, psychological, moral, and otherwise) inherent in the use of Dr. Farber’s dream machine.
The good doctor’s intention of restoring sight to the blind is, of course, a noble one, but we all know what the road to hell is paved with.
Philip K. Dick: The Man Who Saw The Futute (and was terrified).
You don’t have to be a paranoid genius on the level of Philip K. Dick (Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?; We Can Remember It For You Wholesale) to imagine the real world implications and potential for harm that abuse of Farber’s device would cause if placed in the proverbial wrong hands.
We have been well warned by Dick in his novels and the films adapted from them.
NSA whistleblower, Edward Snowden.
The concept that technology might be used in the future to harm us is one that we are all very familiar with in the post-EdwardSnowden reality in which we find ourselves currently living, as we’ve seen in Laura Poitras’s documentary Citizen Four (2014), and Oliver Stone’s Snowden (2016).
But the surveillance state hasn’t just been forced upon us by Big Brother, like we saw in Michael Radford’s 1984 adaptation of George Orwell’s dystopian 1949 novel, Nineteen Eighty-Four.
Theatrical poster.
We happily adopted it ourselves, volunteering our locations, memories, and thoughts in an endless stream of Facebook updates, Instagram posts, and Twitter/X tweets (Xs?), as we saw in David Fincher’s The Social Network (2010).
Gunmen hot on Sam’s trail.
That using the futuristic tech his father invented will put Sam’s life in danger is more than a distinct possibility considering the rogues gallery of bounty hunters, private dicks, and even hitmen, that the US government has dispatched to solve their Sam problem. All of that makes for great high stakes drama and suspense as Sam circumnavigates the planet in his efforts to evade them.
The personal risks that Sam takes in his righteous quest to collect images for his mother almost excuse his bad behaviour towards Claire before they inevitably (as people must do in the movies), finally, properly fall in love.
Sam slips away again.
It’s not that Sam is a bad person, it’s just that he has a mission, too, and he cannot afford to get distracted or waylaid by anyone or anything, not even true love. Time is running out for Sam before, like his mother, he can no longer see.
In Tokyo, Sam is lost in more than translation. He has finally, completely lost his sight.
By the time Claire and Winter finally track Sam down to that Tokyo hotel, he is now effectively, totally, blind.
Since an image collector needs only two things: a camera, and the use of their eyes, at about the halfway point in UTEOTW, Sam is unable to complete his mission, and here, the film does something very odd. Already more than two hours in (more than the entire length of most movies) Wenders stop the story cold, pausing the frenetic pace of the global chase narrative, to allow Sam as much time as he needs for his eyes to heal, and for he and Claire to really get to know each other, and genuinely fall in love. From here on out, Claire will no longer have to chase after Sam.
The chemical process we experience as romantic love may occur in an instant, hence, “love at first sight,” but that is only the intense, but shallow, quick-fading flame of lust and infatuation, not the everlasting, till-death-do-us-part, raging fire of selfless, heart-bursting, life-lasting true love, the stuff Shakespeare and Dylan Thomas wrote about, the kind of love that can make you forget the world is soon coming to an end.
Lovers embrace.
Once Sam stops running, and lying, and finally tells Claire all of his secrets and fears, when he is truly vulnerable with her for really the first time, Claire isn’t angry that he has been keeping so much from him.
She says only, “You could have told me this before.” It’s not the admonishment that it sounds like. Claire just wants Sam to know that everything she learns about him only makes her love him more. It has taken them such a long time, over so many miles, to finally reach this place of trust, affection, and connection with each other, and it could well prove to be that very rare and special kind of love after all.
Despite its never-ending fountain of ideas, optimism, and hope for the coming (now past) future of 1999, it is Wenders‘ romantic, humanist tendencies that have had me revisiting a film which perplexed me greatly 34 years ago, when both the movie and I were so much younger.
Spanish VHS cover art.
Not really understanding the deeper implications of the story as an 11 or 12 year-old, and despite the aesthetic limitations of first seeing it on VHS tape, the movie’s sumptuous visuals and its ultra-cool soundtrack intrigued me sufficiently to return to it again and again every few years. Now that we’ve both matured (hopefully, in my case) with the passage of time, UTEOTW has finally, totally enchanted me.
Though the film fared poorly at the box office, the soundtrack album was a considerable hit for a little-seen art film, peaking at #114 on the US Billboard 200 sales chart.Reverse album cover with one hell of an impressive track listing!
I’m not ashamed to tell anyone who will listen that I absolutely adore this film. To echo Nick Cave’s words on my favourite (among many standouts) track from the album, which I’ve happily had stuck in my head since re-watching UTEOTW for this post, (I will love it) till the end of the world!
Gene and Claire reminisce.The Stones, still at it.
There is a funny music joke in the film, too. When Claire reminisces with Gene about the time they saw The Rolling Stones’ last concert, Gene corrects her. “But it wasn’t their last concert, was it?” Claire smiles, knowingly, and we smile, too. That’s another of many predictions that Wim got right.
The Stones (who did not contribute any songs to the soundtrack) did not have their last concert in 1999 nor, as of this writing in early 2025, in any year since. In fact, according to our friends at Google (by which I mean myself, using their search engine), The Rolling Stones are currently planning a 2025 European tour. Wherever they are in the world right now, I’m sure they are either performing live, or rehearsing to do so imminently.
Dommartin (L), shares a laugh with Wenders (R), her then-partner in life and art.
Wenders’ former screen muse and life companion, the luminous Solveig Dommartin, died tragically young on January 11th, 2007 in Paris, France, after a heart attack. She was only 48 years young.
Dommartin (L), with Wenders (R).Dommartin (L), with Wenders (R).Dommartin (L), with Wenders (R).Wenders (L), with Dommartin (R).Wenders (R) directs Dommartin (L) on location for Wings of Desire.Dommartin with Bruno Ganz as the love-struck angel, Damiel, in Wim Wender’smasterpiece, Wings of Desire.
I hope she is with Damiel and Cassiel now, and all the other angels of heaven, joyfully spreading her own wings of desire, while keeping a friendly watch over the great many of us who return again and again to the enduring gifts she left behind in her all-too-few screen appearances.
Dommartin with Peter Falk in Wings of Desire.
In Wenders’ Wings of Desire she gave one of world cinema’s finest performances, one that must not be forgotten.
But it is her portrayal of Claire in UTEOTW that remains my personal favourite. I think I fell a little bit in love with Dommartin myself when I was 13 or 14 and first saw her lighting up the screen in that circus tent, or going alone to a dingy underground club to see Nick Cave perform live in Desire. And that’s the other bit of magic to be found at the movies. It doesn’t matter where I am in my life, whenever I see this picture, or Wings of Desire, or any of the films I fell in love with in my formative movie-watching years, I am instantly 13 again, and happily love blind.
Immersed in a digital landscape.
But I’m not 13 anymore, of course. I’m 45 now. It is January 27th, 2025 as I write this. Nearly 35 years have passed since the film was made, and more than a quarter-of-a-century since 1999, when it take place. We are living in the future of the future that UTEOTW envisioned.
Dr. Farber, by way of Steve Jobs.
Probably the closest thing we have today to a device that even remotely resembles Dr. Farber’s dream machineis Apple’sVision Pro headset.
Shades of that iconic, Sam Farber style.Merging reality with your desktop. Images come to life.An out-of-this-world experience for just under $6,000!
The Vision-Pro looks a little like Dr. Farber’s device, and though the headsets may not be able to record our dreams (yet!), they do just about everything else, including immerse us fully in an alternate, 360-degree-spanning, dream-like reality.
Staying connected with friends and family anywhere in the world.
Not to mention video calling, as predicted in the film (along with the internet, GPS, and Winter’s iPad-like computer tablet).
Record your loved ones…Just by looking at them!
Apple’s Vision Pro offers the wearer of its headset the ability to record, as Sam does, their memories, not as they might do through the cumbersome apparatus of a video camera in their hands, but hands-free, just by looking.
Our greatest hope for realizing Farber’s vision of seeing our dreams through some kind of digital medium continues to rest on tbe efforts of doctors, scientists, and technicians (and dreamers!) working to find new and improved technologies for mapping and reading our brains. According to the BBC article above (its slightly misleading headline aside), we’re getting a lot closer to achieving the reality that UTEOTW envisages. Soon, it will be science-fiction no more.
Claire sees the future.The Orgasmitron from Sleeper.
Whatever technology we do ultimately adopt to enhance it (Sleeper’s Orgasmitron, anyone?), human beings will always seek most to connect to each other, to fall in love, to share our memories, our fears, our hopes, and, perhaps more than anything else, our dreams.
And so, this post is dedicated with much respect and admiration to the memory, and in honour of, the great, multi-talented, human being and artist, Solveig Dommartin. May she forever rest in peace and power.
*This post is dedicated to Watercat, who was able to source a copy of the film for me, a major blind spot in my Friedkin viewings.
French poster for William Friedkin’s “Rampage” aka “LeSangDuChatiment.”Album cover art.The Maestro in 1986, with his score to RolandJoffe’s “TheMission,” a much more famous work composed the same as the music for WilliamFriedkin’s “Rampage.”
Written, produced, and directed by WilliamFriedkin (TheFrenchConnection, TheExorcist), this barely released, and still little seen serial killer thriller features one of Morricone’s most quietly unnerving scores.
Trailer.
Original trailer.
The Album:
Album cover art.Side One.Side Two.Reverse album cover.
Listen to Morricone’s complete score for “Rampage” here:
“Legal insanity is so often the default, modern-day defense for gruesome crimes and for Alex McArthur the claim is no different. Alex is an outwardly normal man who goes on incredible killing and mutilating sprees. When he is finally captured and brought to trial, the district attorney is torn between his own liberal ideals on guilt and personal responsibility, and the heinous crimes for which the accused is being tried.”
The film premiered at the Boston Film Festival on September 24, 1987, but its theatrical release was stalled for five years due to production company and distributor De Laurentiis Entertainment Group going bankrupt. In 1992, Miramax obtained distribution rights and gave the film a limited release in North America. For the Miramax release, Friedkin reedited the film and changed the ending.
Plot summary
Charles Reece is a serial killer who commits a number of brutal mutilation-slayings in order to drink blood as a result of paranoiddelusions. Reece is soon captured. Most of the film revolves around the trial and the prosecutor’s attempts to have Reece found sane and given the death penalty. Defense lawyers, meanwhile, argue that the defendant is not guilty by reason of insanity. The prosecutor, Anthony Fraser, was previously against capital punishment, but he seeks such a penalty in the face of Reece’s brutal crimes after meeting one victim’s grieving family.
In the end, Reece is found sane and given the death penalty, but Fraser’s internal debate about capital punishment is rendered academic when Reece is found to be insane by a scanning of his brain for mental illness. In the ending of the original version of the film, Reece is found dead in his cell, having overdosed himself on antipsychotics he had been stockpiling.
Alternate ending
In the ending of the revised version, Reece is sent to a state mental hospital, and in a chilling coda, he sends a letter to a person whose wife and child he has killed, asking the man to come and visit him. A final title card reveals that Reece is scheduled for a parole hearing in six months.
Charles Reece is a composite of several serial killers,[5] and primarily based on Richard Chase.[6]
The crimes that Reece commits are slightly different from Chase’s, however; Reece kills three women, a man and a young boy, whereas Chase killed two men, two women (one of whom was pregnant), a young boy and a 22-month-old baby. Additionally, Reece escapes at one point—which Chase did not do—murdering two guards and later a priest. However, Reece and Chase had a similar history of being institutionalized for mental illness prior to their murders, along with sharing a fascination with drinking blood and cutting open the organs of their victims. Reece wears a bright colored ski parka during his murders and walks into the houses of his victims, as did Chase. The two also share the same paranoia about being poisoned. When Reece is incarcerated, he refuses to eat the prison food since he believes it has been poisoned, which mirrors the behavior of Chase in prison. who tried to get the food he was being served tested since he thought it was poisoned.[7][8] Unlike with Reece in the 1992 cut, Chase was sentenced to death, but he was found dead in his prison cell, an apparent suicide, before the sentence could be carried out.[9][10] In the early 1990s, Friedkin said he changed this detail of Chase’s life in the second cut since having him be released from prison fitted better with the traditions of the United States.[11] In both versions of the film, Reece lives with his mother and has a job. When Chase’s crimes were being committed, he lived alone in an apartment and was unemployed. Reece’s father is also said to have died when he was a child, whereas Chase’s father was still alive when his crimes were being committed.
While Chase was noted for having an unkempt appearance and exhibiting traits of paranoid schizophrenia in public, the film’s makers intended to portray Reece as “quietly insane, not visually crazed.”[5] Alex McArthur said in 1992 that “Friedkin didn’t want me to play the guy as a raging maniac. We tried to illustrate the fact that many serial killers are clean-cut, ordinary appearing men who don’t look the part. They aren’t hideous monsters.”[5] To prepare for the role, Friedkin introduced McArthur to a psychiatrist who deals with schizophrenics. He showed McArthur video tapes of interviews with different serial killers and other schizoids.[5]
The incident where Reece goes on a rampage after escaping custody was inspired by a real-life event in Illinois, that occurred while the film was in production.[5] In this event, the killer painted his face silver, something which Reece also does.[5]
The film had a negative portrayal of courtroom experts, and this was personally motivated by Friedkin’s ongoing custody battle for his son, which he was having with his ex-wife.[12]
Soundtrack
The film’s score was composed, orchestrated, arranged and conducted by Ennio Morricone and was released on vinyl LP, cassette and compact disc by Virgin Records.[13]
Release
Rampage was filmed in late 1986 in Stockton, California, where it had a one day only fundraising premiere at the Stockton Royal Theaters in August 1987. It played at the Boston Film Festival in September 1987, and ran theatrically in some European countries in the late 1980s. Plans for the film’s theatrical release in America were shelved when production studio DEG, the distributor of Rampage, went bankrupt. The film was unreleased in North America for five years.[14] During that time, director Friedkin reedited the film, and changed the ending (with Reece no longer committing suicide in jail) before its US release in October 1992.[2][15] The European video versions usually feature the film’s original ending. The original cut of the film has a 1987 copyright date in the credits, while the later cut has a 1992 copyright date, and includes new distributor Miramax‘s logo at the beginning, instead of DEG’s. The original cut also has the standard disclaimer in the credits about the events and characters being fictitious, unlike the later cut, which has a customized disclaimer, mentioning that it was partly inspired by real events.
In retrospect, William Friedkin said: “At the time we made Rampage, [producer] Dino De Laurentiis was running out of money. He finally went bankrupt, after a long career as a producer. He was doing just scores of films and was unable to give any of them his real support and effort. And so literally by the time it came to release Rampage, he didn’t have the money to do it. And he was not only the financier, but the distributor. His company went bankrupt, and the film went to black for about five years. Eventually, the Weinsteins’ company Miramax took it out of bankruptcy and rereleased it. But this was among the lowest points in my career.”[16] There was a year long negotiation with Miramax, and a disappointing test screening of the original cut. The changes that Friedkin made with the 1992 cut addressed concerns from Miramax that the film was not coherent enough, in addition to addressing Friedkin’s changing stance towards the death penalty.[12] The 1992 cut included a previously unreleased scene of Reece buying a handgun at the beginning and lying about his history of mental illness (just as Richard Chase did), whereas the original cut begins with one of Reece’s murders, without explaining any of his background.
Regarding the five year gap between the film’s American release, McArthur said in 1992: “It was a weird experience. First it was coming out and then it wasn’t, back and forth. The fact that it was released at all is amazing.” McArthur added that: “I’ve changed a lot since that picture was made. I have three children now and I’m not sure I would play the part today. I certainly wouldn’t want my kids to see it.”[5]
In 1992, the film played at 175 theaters in the United States, grossing roughly half a million dollars against a budget of several million dollars. McArthur said in 1992 that the film was never intended to be a big commercial hit.[5]
Reception
The film received a polarized response.[17][18] Some critics ranked Rampage among Friedkin’s best work.[2] In his review, film critic Roger Ebert gave Rampage three stars out of four, saying: “This is not a movie about murder so much as a movie about insanity—as it applies to murder in modern American criminal courts…Friedkin[‘s] message is clear: Those who commit heinous crimes should pay for them, sane or insane. You kill somebody, you fry—unless the verdict is murky or there were extenuating circumstances.”[19]Gene Siskel opined the film needed more scenes in the courtroom.[20]Janet Maslin of The New York Times praised the acting and commented: “Rampage has a no-frills, realistic look that serves its subject well, and it avoids an exploitative tone.”[21]
Owen Gleiberman of Entertainment Weekly called the film “despicable”, saying that the “movie devolves into hateful propaganda” and “its muddled legal arguments come off as cover for a kind of righteous blood lust”.[22]Stephen King, an admirer of Rampage, wrote a letter to the magazine defending the film.[2]
Desson Howard of The Washington Post noted that in the film’s five year delay, there had been several high profile serial killer cases, saying: “In this Jeffrey Dahmer era, McArthur’s claims of unseen voices and delusions that he needed to replace his contaminated blood with others’ are familiar tabloid fare”, however, he noted that despite this, the film “still preserves a horrifying edge.”[23] In a separate 1992 review for The Washington Post, Richard Harrington had a more negative view, criticizing the film for feeling like a made for television feature, and claiming that it had a dated look to it due to its long delay.[24]
In retrospect, William Friedkin said: “There are a lot of people who [now] love Rampage, but I don’t think I hit my own mark with that”.[16] In another interview, Friedkin said he thought the film failed because audiences perceived it as being too serious, and they were expecting something different from him.[12]
In 2021, Patrick Jankiewicz of Fangoria wrote: “Half-serial killer thriller, half-courtroom drama, Rampage is an unnerving study on the nature of evil and what society should do about it.”[25]
Home media
Friedkin’s original cut featuring the alternate ending and some additional footage was released on LaserDisc in Japan only by Shochiku Home Video in 1990.[2]
The American edit of the film was released on LaserDisc in 1994 by Paramount Home Video.[2] The film received a DVD release by SPI International in Poland.[26]
Kino Lorber announced plans to release Rampage on Blu-ray in 4K UHD sometime in 2024.[27]
“William David Friedkin (/ˈfriːdkɪn/; August 29, 1935 – August 7, 2023) was an American film, television and opera director, producer, and screenwriter who was closely identified with the “New Hollywood” movement of the 1970s.[1][2] Beginning his career in documentaries in the early 1960s, he is best known for his crime thriller film The French Connection (1971), which won five Academy Awards, including Best Picture and Best Director, and the horror film The Exorcist (1973), which earned him another Academy Award nomination for Best Director.
Friedkin’s other films in the 1970s and 1980s include the drama The Boys in the Band(1970), considered a milestone of queer cinema; the originally deprecated, now lauded thriller Sorcerer (1977); the crime comedy drama The Brink’s Job (1978); the controversial thriller Cruising (1980);[3][4] and the neo-noir thriller To Live and Die in L.A.(1985). Although Friedkin’s works suffered an overall commercial and critical decline in the late 1980s, his last three feature films, all based on plays, were positively received by critics: the psychological horror film Bug (2006), the crime film Killer Joe (2011), and the legal drama film The Caine Mutiny Court-Martial (2023), released two months after his death. He also worked extensively as an opera director from 1998 until his death, and directed various television films and series episodes for television.
Early life and education
Friedkin was born in Chicago, Illinois, on August 29, 1935, the son of Rachael (née Green) and Louis Friedkin. His father was a semi-professional softball player, merchant seaman, and men’s clothing salesman. His mother, whom Friedkin called “a saint,” was a nurse.[5][6] His parents were Jewish emigrants from Ukraine, in the Russian empire.[7]His grandparents, parents, and other relatives fled Russia during a particularly violent anti-Jewish pogrom in 1903.[8] Friedkin’s father was somewhat uninterested in making money, and the family was generally lower middle class while he was growing up. According to film historian Peter Biskind, “Friedkin viewed his father with a mixture of affection and contempt for not making more of himself.”[5]
After attending public schools in Chicago, Friedkin enrolled at Senn High School, where he played basketball well enough to consider turning professional.[9] He was not a serious student and barely received grades good enough to graduate,[10] which he did at the age of 16.[11] He said this was because of social promotion and not because he was bright.[12]
Friedkin began going to movies as a teenager,[9] and cited Citizen Kane as one of his key influences. Several sources claim that Friedkin saw this motion picture as a teenager,[13] but Friedkin himself said that he did not see the film until 1960, when he was 25 years old. Only then, Friedkin said, did he become a true cineaste.[14] Among the movies that he also saw as a teenager and young adult were Les Diaboliques, The Wages of Fear (which many consider he remade as Sorcerer), and Psycho (which he viewed repeatedly, like Citizen Kane). Televised documentaries such as 1960’s Harvest of Shame were also important to his developing sense of cinema.[9]
As mentioned in his voice-over commentary on the DVD re-release of Alfred Hitchcock‘s Vertigo, Friedkin directed one of the last episodes of The Alfred Hitchcock Hour in 1965, called “Off Season”. Hitchcock admonished Friedkin for not wearing a tie while directing.[20]
Friedkin’s later movies did not achieve the same success. Sorcerer (1977), a $22 million American remake of the French classic The Wages of Fear, co-produced by both Universal and Paramount, starring Roy Scheider, was overshadowed by the blockbuster box-office success of Star Wars, which had been released exactly one week prior.[23] Friedkin considered it his finest film, and was personally devastated by its financial and critical failure (as mentioned by Friedkin himself in the 1999 documentary series The Directors). Sorcerer was shortly followed by the crime-comedy The Brink’s Job (1978), based on the real-life Great Brink’s Robbery in Boston, Massachusetts, which was also unsuccessful at the box-office.[25]
Publicity photo for “The Brink’s Job.“
1980–1999
In 1980, Friedkin directed an adaptation of the Gerald Walker crime thriller Cruising, starring Al Pacino, which was protested during production and remains the subject of heated debate. It was critically assailed but performed moderately at the box office.[26]
In 1985, Friedkin directed the music video for Barbra Streisand‘s rendition of the West Side Story song “Somewhere“,[28] which she recorded for her twenty-fourth studio LP, The Broadway Album. He later appears as Streisand’s interviewer (uncredited) on the television special, “Putting It Together: The Making of the Broadway Album”.[29]
The action/crime movie To Live and Die in L.A. (1985), starring William Petersen and Willem Dafoe, was a critical favorite and drew comparisons to Friedkin’s own The French Connection (particularly for its car chase sequence), while his courtroom drama/thriller Rampage (1987) received a fairly positive review from Roger Ebert.[30] He next directed the cult classic horror film The Guardian(1990) and the thriller Jade (1995), starring Linda Fiorentino. Though the latter received an unfavorable response from critics and audiences, he said it was one of the favorite films he directed.[31]
Friedkin directs Nick Nolte in the under appreciated basketball drama “Blue Chips.”
“BlueChips” trailer.
“Jade” trailer.“Jade” suffered from the backlash against star DavidCaruso, who had the audacity (!) to leave his hit TV show, “NYPDBlue,” at the height of its popularity, seeking leading man status on the silver screen. The result of his short lived foray into big screen roles also included the excellent but overlooked pictures “MadDog& Glory” and “KissofDeath,” both personal favourites of the period.Brian De Palma favourite, DenisFranz (l), with Caruso, in the show that made him a star, NYPDBlue, which ruled the airwaves in the 90s.This oddly miscast, occasionally misguided, but unmistakably charming DeNiro / BillMurray vehicle was written by RichardPrice.This remake of the JulesDassin classic also features a crackling script by RichardPrice.
Also under-appreciated in “Jade” is the small but crucial part played by redheaded supermodel AngieEverhart, who may have played a disproportionate role in why I loved the film so much as a 15-year-old in 1995.Everhart in the DennisMiller horror-comedy, “Tales From The Crypt Presents: Bordello of Blood.”Everhart in modelling photo circa the filming of “Jade.”
*Before this post gets derailed into an Angie Everhart appreciation, we now return to Friedkin’s late-period career:
2000–2023
In 2000, The Exorcist was re-released in theaters with extra footage and grossed $40 million in the U.S. alone. Friedkin directed the 2006 film Bug due to a positive experience watching the stage version in 2004. He was surprised to find that he was, metaphorically, on the same page as the playwright and felt that he could relate well to the story.[32] The film won the FIPRESCI prize at the Cannes Film Festival. Later, Friedkin directed an episode of the TV series CSI: Crime Scene Investigation titled “Cockroaches”, which re-teamed him with To Live and Die in L.A. star William Petersen.[33] He directed again for CSI‘s 200th episode, “Mascara”.[34]
From left: Godard, Fellini, Kurosawa, Truffaut.WoodyAllen, before the controversies that would overshadow his film career.
In regard to influences of specific films on his films, Friedkin noted that The French Connection[‘s] documentary-like realism was the direct result of the influence of having seen Z, a French film by Costa-Gavras:
“Z” director, CostaGavras.
After I saw Z, I realized how I could shoot The French Connection. Because he shot Z like a documentary. It was a fiction film but it was made like it was actually happening. Like the camera didn’t know what was gonna happen next. And that is an induced technique. It looks like he happened upon the scene and captured what was going on as you do in a documentary. My first films were documentaries too. So I understood what he was doing but I never thought you could do that in a feature at that time until I saw Z.[42]
Poster for CostaGavras‘ “Z,” a major influence on Friedkin.Z – 40th Anniversary Trailer
Friedkin with his 1st wife, French film icon JeanneMoreau.
While filming The Boys in the Band in 1970, Friedkin began a relationship with Kitty Hawks, daughter of director Howard Hawks. It lasted two years, during which the couple announced their engagement, but the relationship ended about 1972.[51] Friedkin began a four-year relationship with Australian dancer and choreographer Jennifer Nairn-Smith in 1972. Although they announced an engagement twice, they never married. They had a son, Cedric, on November 27, 1976.[52][53] Friedkin and his second wife, Lesley-Anne Down, also had a son, Jack, born in 1982.[46] Friedkin was raised Jewish, but called himself an agnostic later in life, although he said that he strongly believed in the teachings of Jesus Christ.[54][55]
Friedkin, William. The Friedkin Connection: A Memoir. New York: HarperCollins, 2013. ISBN978-0-06-177512-3
Friedkin, William. Conversations at the American Film Institute With the Great Moviemakers: The Next Generation. George Stevens, Jr., ed. New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 2012. ISBN978-0-307-27347-5
The Friedkin Connection: A Memoir:
The Friedkin Connection by William Friedkin.
From the Amazon product page:
“’Friedkin’s book does the unthinkable: It relates the behind-the-scenes stories of his triumphs like The French Connection and The Exorcist, but also sees Friedkin take responsibility (brutally so) for his wrong calls. . . . In doing so, he captures the gut-wrenching shifts of a filmmaker’s life—the bizarre whipsaw from success to disaster.” —Variety
An acclaimed memoir from William Friedkin, a maverick of American cinema and Academy Award–winning director of such legendary films as The French Connection, The Exorcist, and To Live and Die in LA.The Friedkin Connection takes readers from the streets of Chicago to the suites of Hollywood and from the sixties to today, with autobiographical storytelling as fast-paced and intense as any of the auteur’s films.
Friedkin’s success story has the makings of classic American film. He was born in Chicago, the son of Russian immigrants. Immediately after high school, he found work in the mailroom of a local television station, and patiently worked his way into the directing booth during the heyday of live TV.
An award-winning documentary brought him attention as a talented new filmmaker and an advocate for justice, and it caught the eye of producer David L. Wolper, who brought Friedkin to Los Angeles. There he moved from television to film, displaying a versatile stylistic range. In 1971, The French Connection was released and won five Academy Awards, including Best Picture and Best Director, and two years later The Exorcist received ten Oscar nominations and catapulted Friedkin’s career to stardom.
Penned by the director himself, The Friedkin Connection takes readers on a journey through the numerous chance encounters and unplanned occurrences that led a young man from a poor urban neighborhood to success in one of the most competitive industries and art forms in the world. In this fascinating and candid story, he has much to say about the world of moviemaking and his place within it.”
The Doc: “Friedkin Uncut”
Poster for the career-spanning Freidkin documentary.
Watch a trailer for the career-retrospective documentary “FriedkinUncut” here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBLUKjrdH3M
Trailer.
Watch a long discussion with WilliamFriedkin at the NewYork Film Academy here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLCvMA4KM1I
Friedkin at NYFA.From the late director’s X (Twitter) account.
Film Posters:
Miramax re-release poster.French theatrical poster.1987 Japanese mini-flyer.1987 Japanese mini-flyer.U.S. poster.
Lobby Cards:
Home Video:
French VHS cover art.1992 Canadian VHS re-release.Reverse 1992 Paramount and Miramax VHS cover.
Ebert’s Take:
Still my favourite film lover, the late-great RogerEbert.
“He is a pleasant-looking young man with a smile on his face…
…perhaps too bland a smile, as if he is not smiling about anything – as if the smile is a mask. He goes into a sports store to buy a gun, and makes small talk with the clerk, who apologizes that there is an obligatory waiting period. Hey, no problem! He comes back two days before Christmas to pick up his purchase, and then walks into a home and shoots people dead and carves out parts of their bodies with the precision of an experienced butcher.
The police, confronted by the murder scene, call it the work of a madman. A few days later, he strikes again, in broad daylight, walking into a home and butchering a woman while her helpless child looks on in terror. Nobody in his right mind could commit an act like this, without apparent motive or even with one. And yet the man, whose name is Charles Reece, is played by Alex McArthur as the kind of guy you’d see at a football game, or out washing his car. He doesn’t even make much of an attempt to evade discovery, wearing the same windbreaker to all of his crimes.
William Friedkin’s “Rampage” is based, the movie assures us, on a real story. We do not need the assurances. Serial killing is the crime of our times, and who knows what confluence of forces has led to these strange people who stare out at us from the covers of true crime paperbacks, their appearance as normal as their crimes are bizarre. Jeffrey Dahmer, a bystander said on television, looked like such a nice young man.
ChevyChase (l) cannot believe what Ebert (c) is saying, but Siskell (r) is amused.
Friedkin tells the story of his killer more or less as a police procedural. We meet a cop (Michael Biehn) who tracks the killer, and then we see Reece captured by a simple means: He is identified by an eyewitness. Cornered at the gas station where he provides service with a smile, Reece leaps the back fence and runs away. The act of a reasonable man.
Eventually we see where Friedkin is going with the story.
This is not a movie about murder so much as a movie about insanity – as it applies to murder in modern American criminal courts. Friedkin plays with two decks and is happy to stack them both. His killer’s crimes are beyond our conception of possible human behavior, and then, in court, he is defended on the grounds that he must have been insane, and prosecuted on the grounds that he acted reasonably in so many other ways that he must have been sane. The difference between these two theories is the death penalty.
Friedkin does not quite say so in as many words, but his message is clear: Those who commit heinous crimes should pay for them, sane or insane. You kill somebody, you fry – unless the verdict is murky or there were extenuating circumstances. “Rampage” is not, however, a polemical film; it doesn’t press its points and doesn’t spend a lot of time on theory. It simply lays out the facts of a series of gruesome crimes, and then shows us how our gut feelings of good and evil grow confused after the testimony.
We are not much persuaded by the court arguments for either side. Friedkin wants it that way. Reece was sane, the prosecution argues, because he planned ahead to buy the gun and fled to avoid arrest. He was insane, the other side argues, because his crimes could not have been contemplated by a sane man. The prosecution offers an expert psychiatrist known as “Doctor Death” because of his invariable diagnosis of sanity. So it goes.
The film is realistic and matterof-fact, subdued compared to Friedkin’s great film of evil, “The Exorcist.” Alex McArthur, as the killer, is as unemotional and inoffensive as the protagonist of “Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer.” The movie was completed five years ago and then caught in the bankruptcy of the Dino De Laurentiis studio. Finally released, it has, if anything, benefited by the delay; five years ago, we would not have known how much Charles Reece resembles Jeffrey Dahmer, how little the face can reveal of the soul.”
Additional Links:
Watch the original 1987 VHS trailer for “Rampage” here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8SwE6DXL3Ew
Original trailer.
Listen to Friedkin discussing his work with Morricone here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GMA9QwtceiA
Friedkin on Morricone.
Read Giant Freakin Robot’s re-appreciation of “Rampage” here:
Horn, D. C. (2023). The Lost Decade: Altman, Coppola, Friedkin and the Hollywood Renaissance Auteur in the 1980s. United States: Bloomsbury Publishing.
Terry, Clifford (October 30, 1992). “From mad to worse”. Chicago Tribune. Archived from the original on December 30, 2023. Retrieved December 30, 2023.
Brent Lang (April 12, 2013). “Director William Friedkin on Clashes With Pacino, Hackman and Why an Atheist Couldn’t Helm ‘Exorcist'”. The Wrap. Retrieved October 4, 2020. My personal beliefs are defined as agnostic. I’m someone who believes that the power of God and the soul are unknowable, but that anybody who says there is no God is not being honest about the mystery of fate. I was raised in the Jewish faith, but I strongly believe in the teachings of Jesus.
Winkler, Irwin (2019). A Life in Movies: Stories from Fifty Years in Hollywood. New York: Abrams Press. pp. 525–726. ISBN9781419734526.
“Daily News from New York, New York”. New York Daily News. January 20, 1970. p. 47. Production Merger Phil D’Antoni and William Friedkin have joined forces with Milton Berle Paul W. Benson Productions to do the film version of “The Brass Go-between,” a novel by Oliver Bleeck. The suspense-thriller will be shot on locations in Washington, D.
Pinnock, Tom (October 19, 2012). “Peter Gabriel: “You could feel the horror…””. Uncut. Retrieved July 24, 2023. I had written a short story on [the sleeve of] Genesis Live – one of the stories I used to tell onstage – and William Friedkin, who was the king of Hollywood because of The Exorcist, wanted me to work with him. Not as a musician, but as a screenwriter and ideas man. That was very exciting to me. In the end, unfortunately, nothing happened; it was one of many Hollywood projects that bit the dust.
Clagett, Thomas D. (August 1, 2002). William Friedkin: Films of Aberration, Obsession and Reality. Los Angeles, Calif.: Silman-James Press. ISBN9781879505612.
Archerd, Army (May 14, 2003). “Zanuck advises Polanski on next move”. Variety. Retrieved July 25, 2024. Friedkin will direct a movie based on an incident in Puccini’s life — the pic to star Placido, who will be needed (he’ll also sing) for three months on the pic!
“CONFUSING LIFETIME ACHIEVEMENT WITH STAR POWER”. Sun Sentinel. February 9, 2000. Retrieved August 13,2023. Ms. Burke handed over the dais to producer Richard Zanuck (Jaws, Driving Miss Daisy), who would present the evening’s first Lifetime Achievement Award to director William Friedkin.
Aftab, Kaleem (June 7, 2012). “Killer instincts”. The Sydney Morning Herald. Retrieved August 12, 2023. Was in competition at Venice, where it won the Golden Mouse (online critics’ best film).
“‘Beasts of the Southern Wild’ reçoit le Grand Prix de l’Union de la Critique de Cinéma”. RTBF.be (in French). January 6, 2013. Retrieved August 12, 2023. Cinq films étaient en lice pour cette récompense: “Beasts of the Southern Wild”, de Benh Zeitlin, “Take Shelter”, de Jeff Nichols, “Shame”, de Steve McQueen, “Ernest et Célestine”, de Benjamin Renner, Vincent Patar et Stéphane Aubier, et “Killer Joe”, de William Friedkin.
The Maestro scrutinizes his work.Morricone (l, w/ trumpet) served as Best Man at “Battle of Algiers” director Gillo Pontecorvo’s (next to the Maestro) wedding.Pontecorvo (l) pals around with Best Man Morricone (r).Reverse album cover.
This original 1967 United Artists release of the soundtrack to “BattleofAlgiers” was co-written by the film’s director, GilloPontecorvo (“Burn” – also scored by Morricone), with orchestra direction by frequent Morricone collaborator (and distinguished composer in his own right) BrunoNicolai (“The Red Queen Kills 7 Times“).
Album cover for Bruno Nicolai’s “The Red Queen Kills 7 Times.”
Album review from main titles.net:
“La Battaglia di Algeri (The Battle of Algiers) is a film made in 1966 by Gillo Pontecorvo, with whom Morricone also teamed up for Queimada and Ogro. The political film depicts the beginning of the actions from the National Liberation Front in Algiers against the French colonists, which would eventually lead to their aimed independence in 1962. Above all, it’s a honest piece of cinema, that does not choose sides and which is made in the Italian neo-realism tradition with gorgeous black and white cinematography. It’s an important Morricone film, made in a period which is generally accepted as the most creative period of the composer. Yet, both the film and score never gained so much praises as the more popular projects and that truly hurts.
Side 1.
The most evocative musical idea for the score is the theme for Ali. Pontecorvo was finding it difficult to establish the musical themes for the score and recorded some on his own and presented them to Morricone. The maestro did not want to use them. During the creative process the director unconsciously whistled the themes in the presence of the composer, which had triggered Morricone. Some time later Morricone presented those same themes to the director, pretending not to remember their origins. This is the reason the music is credited as ‘music by Ennio Morricone and Gillo Pontecorvo’. The classic theme of Ali is based on a simple 4 note motif that is performed by a solo flute and accompanied by the orchestra, as can be heard on the 3 minute treatment Tema di Ali. There are also renditions for the orchestra alone, which lack the subtlety and fragility of the solo flute, but are equally strong. Its simplicity proves incredibly powerful, especially in the beginning of the film as Ali is arrested by the French. The intense black and white close-up of Ali is supported by the fragile notes of the motif, which creates one of the most iconic and most beautiful scenes in the history of cinema.
Side 2.
Another element of the score mainly reflects the French from a musical point of view, which is atypical Morricone martial music, mostly in the form of a march. The aggressive rhythm and harsh percussion, piano and brass elements brilliantly depict the military undertakings of the French to overthrow the Algerian resistance. Algeri: 1 Novembre 1954 is a march that Morricone has often included in his concert programs. Some of the actions of the French, who torture, are countered by the the Algerians who detonating bombs; both featurestark rhythmic musical pieces that appear to have been written from a musical neutral zone, while there are certainly hints of both musical worlds. These moments are dictated by the typical frenetic tension building that only Morricone could write.
Occasionally Morricone comments on the aftermath of a retaliation by using an organ. It are these kind of small moments that are equally beautiful to the theme of Ali. Other noteworthy moments are the moving intimacy of the woodwinds in the track Matrimonio clandestinoe and subtle melancholy on Gennaio 1957: Accerchiamento della Casbah.
Clearly, Morricone score is perfect for the film, but I did have problems with the use of music some years ago. The fact that the neo-realism approach generally avoids any kind of dramatic manipulation made it rather difficult to accept that the score often became a bit obtrusive. By now I have somehow accepted this wholly and like the directness of the music.
This release by Quartet records is essentially the same as the cd GDM released in 2005, but all of the music is remastered and now includes liner notes. You can clearly hear it sounds better than ever before, which can be a good reason to purchase this release of a classic work. The 2005 release is becoming a rare item and often does not come very cheap on the second-hand market. I can honestly say I would rather want a reissue of a good score with better sound quality, than a Morricone release that only offers a few uninteresting alternative cues.”
Additional Releases:
Reverse album cover.Lato 2.2005 Italian CD release.Reverse CD cover.2005 Spanish CD release.Spanish CD reverse album cover.
As he has done in “KillBill” (vols 1 and 2), and other pictures, QuentinTarantino repurposed Morricone’s “BattleofAlgiers” score in 2009’s “InglouriousBasterds,” in the scene where the Basterds rescue Hugo Stiglitz from a German prison:
Hugo Stiglitz clip from “InglouriousBasterds.”
The Film:
Disclaimer that opens the film letting the audience know that although it feels like a documentary, it is not.
Roger Ebert’s review of “BattleofAlgiers” from rogerebert.com:
“At the height of the street fighting in Algiers, the French stage a press conference for a captured FLN leader. “Tell me, general,” a Parisian journalist asks the revolutionary, “do you not consider it cowardly to send your women carrying bombs in their handbags, to blow up civilians?” The rebel replies in a flat tone of voice: “And do you not think it cowardly to bomb our people with napalm?” A pause. “Give us your airplanes and we will give you our women and their handbags.”
“The Battle of Algiers,” a great film by the young Italian director Gillo Pontecorvo, exists at this level of bitter reality. It may be a deeper film experience than many audiences can withstand: too cynical, too true, too cruel and too heartbreaking. It is about the Algerian war, but those not interested in Algeria may substitute another war; “The Battle of Algiers” has a universal frame of reference.
Pontecorvo announces at the outset that there is “not one foot” of documentary or newsreel footage in his two hours of film. The announcement is necessary, because the film looks, feels and tastes as real as Peter Watkins’ “The War Game.” Pontecorvo used available light, newsreel film stock and actual locations to reconstruct the events in Algiers. He is after actuality, the feeling that you are there, and he succeeds magnificently; the film won the Venice Film Festival and nine other festivals, and was chosen to open the New York Film Festival last November.
Some mental quirk reminded me of “The Lost Command,” Mark Robson’s dreadful 1965 film in which George Segal was the Algerian rebel and Anthony Quinn somehow won for the French. Compared to “The Battle of Algiers,” that film and all Hollywood “war movies” are empty, gaudy balloons.
Pontecorvo has taken his stance somewhere between the FLN and the French, although his sympathies are on the side of the Nationalists. He is aware that innocent civilians die and are tortured on both sides, that bombs cannot choose their victims, that both armies have heroes and that everyone fighting a war can supply rational arguments to prove he is on the side of morality.
His protagonists are a French colonel (Jean Martin), who respects his opponents but believes (correctly, no doubt) that ruthless methods are necessary, and Ali (Brahim Haggiag), a petty criminal who becomes an FLN leader. But there are other characters: an old man beaten by soldiers; a small Arab boy attacked by French civilians who have narrowly escaped bombing; a cool young Arab girl who plants a bomb in a cafe and then looks compassionately at her victims, and many more.
The strength of the film, I think, comes because it is both passionate and neutral, concerned with both sides. The French colonel (himself a veteran of the anti-Nazi resistance), learns that Sartre supports the FLN. “Why are the liberals always on the other side?” he asks. “Why don’t they believe France belongs in Algeria?” But there was a time when he did not need to ask himself why the Nazis did not belong in France.
Pontecorvo (l) with his “Burn” star, MarlonBrando (r).
Early life
Pontecorvo, born in Pisa, was the son of a wealthy secular Italian Jewish family. His father was a businessman. Gillo’s siblings included brothers Bruno Pontecorvo, later an internationally acclaimed nuclear physicist and one of the so-called Via Panisperna boys, who defected to the Soviet Union in 1950; Guido Pontecorvo, a geneticist; Polì [Paul] Pontecorvo, an engineer who worked on radar after World War II; and David Maraoni. Their sisters were Giuliana (m. Talbet); Laura (m. Coppa); and Anna (m. Newton).
Pontecorvo studied chemistry at the University of Pisa, but dropped out after passing just two exams. There he first became aware of opposition political forces, and first encountered leftist students and professors. In 1938, faced with growing antisemitism in Italy with the rise of Fascists, he followed his elder brother Bruno to Paris, where he found work in journalism and as a tennis instructor.
In Paris, Pontecorvo became involved in the film world, and began by making a few short documentaries. He became an assistant to Joris Ivens, a Dutch documentary filmmaker and well-known Marxist, whose films include Regen and The Bridge. He also assisted Yves Allégret, a French director known for his work in the film noir genre, whose films include Une si jolie petite plage and Les Orgueilleux. In addition to these influences, Pontecorvo began meeting people who broadened his perspectives, among them artist Pablo Picasso, composer Igor Stravinsky and political thinker Jean-Paul Sartre. During this time Pontecorvo developed his political ideals. He was moved when many of his friends in Paris packed up to go and fight on the Republican side in the Spanish Civil War.
In 1941, Pontecorvo joined the Italian Communist Party. He traveled to northern Italy to help organize Anti-Fascist partisans. Going by the pseudonym Barnaba, he became a leader of the Resistance in Milan from 1943 until 1945.
After the war, he coedited the weekly communist magazine, Pattuglia, with Dario Volari between 1948 and 1950.[1] Pontecorvo broke ties with the Communist party in 1956 after the Soviet intervention to suppress the Hungarian uprising.[citation needed] He did not, however, renounce his dedication to Marxism.[citation needed]
In a 1983 interview with The Guardian, Pontecorvo said, “I am not an out-and-out revolutionary. I am merely a man of the Left, like a lot of Italian Jews.”[2]
Robert De Niro (l) embraces Pontecorvo (r).
Film career
Early films
After the Second World War and his return to Italy, Pontecorvo decided to leave journalism for filmmaking, a shift that appears to have been developing for some time. The catalyst was his seeing Roberto Rossellini‘s Paisà (1946). He bought a 16mm camera and shot several documentaries, mostly self-funded, beginning with Missione Timiriazev in 1953. He directed Giovanna, which was one episode of La rosa dei venti (1957), a film made of episodes by several directors.
In 1957, he directed his first full-length film, La grande strada azzurra (The Wide Blue Road), which foreshadowed his mature style of later films. It explores the life of a fisherman and his family on a small island in the Adriatic Sea. Because of the scarcity of fish in nearby waters, the fisherman, Squarciò, has to sail out to the open sea, where he fishes illegally with bombs. The film won a prize at the Karlovy Vary International Film Festival. Pontecorvo spent months, and sometimes years, researching the material for his films in order to accurately represent the social situations he explored.
Pontecorvo is best known for his 1966 masterpiece The Battle of Algiers (released in Italian as La battaglia di Algeri). It is widely viewed as one of the finest films of its genre: a neorealistic film. Its portrayal of the Algerian resistance during the Algerian War uses the neorealist style pioneered by fellow Italian filmdirectorsde Santis and Rossellini. He used newsreel-style footage and non-professional actors.
He focused primarily on the native Algerians, a disenfranchised population who were seldom featured in the general media. Though very much Italian neorealist in style, Pontecorvo co-produced with an Algerian film company. The script was written with intention that Front de Libération Nationale (FLN) leaders would act in it.[clarification needed] (For example, the character Djafar was played by an FLN leader, Yacef Saadi.) Pontecorvo’s theme was clearly anti-imperialist. He later described the film as a “hymn … in homage to the people who must struggle for their independence, not only in Algeria, but everywhere in the third world” and said, “the birth of a nation happens with pain on both sides, although one side has cause and the other not.”
The Battle of Algiers achieved great success and influence. It was widely screened in the United States, where Pontecorvo received a number of awards. He was nominated for two Academy Awards for direction and screenplay (a collaboration). The film has been used as a training video by revolutionary groups, as well as by military dictatorships dealing with guerrilla resistance (especially in the 1970s during Operation Condor). It has been and remains extremely popular in Algeria, providing a popular memory of the struggle for independence from France.
The semi-documentary style and use of an almost entirely non-professional cast (only one trained actor appears in the film) was a great influence on a number of future filmmakers and films. Its influence can be seen in the few surviving works of West German filmmaker Teod Richter, made from the late 1960s up to his disappearance, and presumed death, in 1986. In addition, more recent commercial American films, such as the Blair Witch Project, Paranormal Activity and others draw from these techniques for less lofty purposes.
Late career
Pontecorvo’s next major work, Queimada! (Burn!, 1969), deals with a fictional slave revolt, set in the Lesser Antilles. This film (starring Marlon Brando) depicts an attempted revolution in a fictional Portuguese colony.
Pontecorvo continued his series of highly political films with Ogro (1979), which addresses the occurrence of Basque terrorism at the end of Francisco Franco‘s dwindling dictatorship in Spain. He continued making short films into the early 1990s. He also directed a follow-up documentary to The Battle of Algiers, entitled Ritorno ad Algeri (Return to Algiers, 1992).
In 1992, Pontecorvo was selected to replace Guglielmo Biraghi as the director of the Venice Film Festival; he was responsible for the festivals of 1992, 1993 and 1994. In 1991, he was a member of the jury at the 41st Berlin International Film Festival.[4]
In an interview that Pontecorvo gave in 1991, when asked why he had directed so few feature films, his response was that he could only make one with which he is totally in love. He also said that he had rejected many other film concepts for lack of interest.[citation needed]
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With one side dedicated to Morricone’s original score to PierPaoloPasolini’s surrealist psychological drama, “Teorema,” and the other dedicated to Mozart’s “Messi da Requiem,” listeners are treated to two of the greatest (if not THE two greatest) composers of any era.
EnnioAmadeus
Morricone’s score starts heavy and foreboding, with sharp strings and otherworldly voices, before turning ebullient and playful halfway through with bouncy harmonies, twangy guitar and poppy drum beats, including some bittersweet horn arrangements along the way that would not have felt out of place on any number of the Maestro’s Spaghetti Western scores.
Japanese poster for “Teorema.”Pasolini: man with a movie camera.
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Object of an entire family’s desire, TerrenceStamp in “Teorema.”Stamp looking happy to be between two feet.Stamp finds time between seductions to get a little reading in.