One of my all-time favorite horror films is Richard Ciupka’s 1983 outing
Curtains. Following nearly three
consecutive decades of relative obscurity after a VHS release even among
die-hard horror genre fans, Curtains finally made its DVD and Blu-ray
debut in 2014, restored to its original grandeur. The film starred Samantha Eggar
who I knew from William Wyler’s The Collector (1965) and David Cronenberg’s
The Brood (1979). At the time that I first viewed the film in the summer
of 1986, however, I was unfamiliar with much of the supporting female cast
members. One of them was an actress named Anne Ditchburn, and it came to my
attention that she had primarily been hired for the film due to her talent in
ballet, which she performs in the film.
An earlier title that she co-starred in is the little seen but
interesting Slow Dancing in the Big City (1978), a leisurely romantic
drama starring Paul Sorvino. The film was directed by the late John Avildsen
and was his follow-up to his 1976 surprise smash hit Rocky which starred
Sylvester Stallone and won the 1977 Oscar for Best Picture. Slow Dancing
was shot from September to November in 1977 and follows the exploits of two
characters from completely disparate backgrounds. Lou Friedlander (Paul Sorvino)
is a New York Daily News columnist who ingratiates himself into any and every
situation that he can possibly write about because his paycheck depends upon
it. Whether he is chatting up young children on the playground (an action that
would get you jailed today), or meeting with creepy undesirables in a bar, Mr.
Sorvino portrays Lou with an unusually spirited and enthusiastic air. Nothing bothers
him: insults roll off his back and he perpetually smiles against even the most vituperative
of threats. He genuinely cares about the people he writes about, including an
elderly apartment dweller (Michael Gorrin from 1974’s The Taking of Pelham One
Two Three) displaced following a fire, reminding him that he is a human
being. He is well-known, and those who recognize his name are only too happy to
tell him that they love his work. (The character of Lou was all-too-obviously
based on legendary New York reporter Jimmy Breslin, a fact that many critics
pointed out, much to Breslin’s disdain.)
It is not long before he crosses paths with Sarah Gantz (Anne Ditchburn),
a stunningly beautiful and lithe ballet dancer ten years his junior who leaves the
safety of her impatient boyfriend David’s (Nicolas Coster) opulent home for a
tiny New York City walk-up apartment right next door to him. She is a
workaholic and dances as much as she can, almost putting The Red Shoes’s
(1948) Victoria Page to shame. For Sarah, dancing is all she knows, or even
seems to care about. Specifically, she is training for a show that is due to
open at Lincoln Center and becomes the target of the show’s director’s frustration
as she makes considerable missteps in her beats and timing and begins to flail
here and there. When pressed as to why she is fumbling, she brushes it off as
being tired and unfocused. The truth comes out eventually when, at a fellow
dancer’s urging, a visit to a doctor reveals that she suffers from fibro myositis,
a muscle disorder that will not only require an operation but will also derail
her plans for dancing in the future. The news is devastating, though she chooses
to press on, thumbing her nose in the face of adversity.
Meanwhile, Lou is trying to get a young Spanish drummer out of
poverty and into the big time by trying to convince him that his natural gift
is something that he should pursue. This is a subplot that I feel could have
been jettisoned and does not work as well as it should, though the director
probably felt that it was necessary to make the ending more emotional. The
focus should be more on Lou and Sarah’s budding romance similar to the teen
drama Jeremy (1973), and the film could
have easily lost about 20 minutes to make it tighter. There is an argument to
be made that the movie is Rocky simply supplanted to the world of
choreography and dancing. However, Mr. Sorvino is always charming when constantly
looking at the bright side of things and attempting to raise Sarah’s spirits.
Kino Lorber has restored and released the film on Blu-ray. It
begins with the era’s United Artists/Transamerica logo and the film is shot in
a way that visually downplays the seediness that plagued New York City in the
1970s. (Owen Roizman made New York look far more sinister in William Friedkin’s
The French Connection (1971). The trademark landmarks of Lincoln Center
and Broadway are recognizable to even out-of-towners. The film’s running time
is 110 minutes, although the artwork states 84 minutes. This discrepancy could
be based upon the fact that some sequences were reportedly added or extended
following the film’s lukewarm reception upon its release on Friday, November 8,
1978 in an effort to flesh out the characters more and draw in the audience.
The extras are a bare minimum this time around, with on-camera
interviews with actor Nicolas Coster at just under eight minutes and composer
Bill Conti at around seven minutes. I would have loved a commentary with Paul
Sorvino, and am not sure if an attempt was made to include his participation.There is also reversible sleeve artwork.
The trailer is included, and it is a bit of a curiosity as it
makes no mention of Mr. Avildsen’s success with Rocky.
My introduction into the world of the late horror film director Wes
Craven’s films came in October 1977 when I began seeing ads in my local
newspaper for his film The Hills Have Eyes. The image of actor Michael
Berryman as Jupiter, with his bald head and serious grin, I will not lie,
freaked me out. Twenty-one years later I would meet him at a horror film
convention, and he could not have been nicer – but that is beside the point! I did
not know what the movie was about, but it sported an R-rating, and it did not
look like anything that I could ever sit through at the age of nine. I would
later learn that I was correct. I finally caught up with Hills in the
summer of 1984 on a television broadcast, three years into my newfound love of
horror films. I found it to be fairly terrifying, even during an afternoon viewing.
Around the same time, I obtained Mr. Craven’s lesser-known film, Deadly Blessing
(1981), which also featured Mr. Berryman, on CED, which
takes place in the Amish Country. It is more of a supernatural film, but I
enjoyed it just the same.
Everything changed when, in early November 1984, I saw the television
trailer for Mr. Craven’s new film, A Nightmare on Elm Street, which
introduced audiences to the world of Fred Krueger. I was curious and
enthralled, and my mind began working on how I could get my parents to agree to
allow me to see it. A local theater was showing it with the PG-rated A
Soldier’s Story on the other screen. I lied and said that I needed to
review A Soldier’s Story for my English class as we were reading the
stage play upon which it was based. My friend and I saw Elm Street on my
sixteenth birthday. When we left the theater after the film was done, I was
over the moon. The original Elm Street was and still is the best horror
film I have ever seen in a theater, though I was clueless that it would begin a
franchise that I would grow to like less and less as time went on. When my
parents asked me what A Soldier’s Story was about, all I could muster
what that it was a story about a soldier. I think they had their suspicions…
When I saw Mr. Craven’s latest film at the time, Scream (originally
titled Scary Movie), on opening night on Friday, December 20, 1996, it
did not feel like anything that he had directed before. The terror and
brutality that permeates much of Hills and even portions of Elm
Street are absent. There is graphic gore in Scream, but the whole
affair looks closer to an episode of The O.C. than a horror film as the
California high school setting looks a little too clean and shiny. Drew Barrymore
plays Casey, a babysitter, at the film’s start in a similar way that opens Fred
Walton’s 1979 thriller When a Stranger Calls. She fields calls from a
psycho who taunts her, asking her what her favorite scary movie is, etc. The
calls become more verbal and horrible. Casey is killed after the first thirteen
minutes in a clear nod to Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho, although Janet Leigh’s
scream time (sorry) in that film was much longer.
The real protagonist of Scream is Sidney (Neve Campbell),
the virginal high school girl whose boyfriend Billy (Skeet Ulrich) is predictably
pressuring her for sex. We discover that her mother was killed a year ago and
her father travels for business. Sidney is pretty much left to fend for herself.
As though her problems were not bad enough, she is now subjected to the same
calls that plagued Casey. A cloaked figure wearing a contorted ghost mask makes
his way into her home and a fight ensues, with her boyfriend Billy coming to
the rescue. His timing arouses suspicion in both the audience and Sidney, and
his possessing a cell phone at a time when they were not everywhere as they are
today is even more cause for alarm. The police bring him in for questioning but
they have no tangible proof of any guilt. While all of this is going on, a
television newscaster (Courtney Cox) is anxious to get the story of her career
and stops at nothing to glean information from Sidney or even seduce the local
goofball cop (David Arquette) who is never taken seriously. She uses her charms
to infiltrate a party comprised of teenagers who are all suspect; she places a
hidden camera to record their gathering. The camera is nondescript, and it made
me wonder what 1996 technology would be small enough to go unnoticed. How does
it even work? How is it powered? From the looks of it, it is wireless, though
this raises more questions than it answers. Probably best to not make too much
of it in a film that clearly does not take itself seriously.
One of the issues that I have with the film is its failure to make
up its mind as to what kind of a film it is intended to be: a parody or an
actual slasher film? It never really succeeds at either, because it is not
funny enough to be a parody, nor is it even scary enough to be considered a
true slasher film. Henry Winkler plays the high school principal. He is
summarily displaced as a request from producer Bob Shaye, who wanted an
additional kill in the story, but not before encountering a janitor named Fred
in a green and black sweater, played by Mr. Craven, in an eye-rolling cameo,
clearly saluting the “hero†of his better film.
The screenplay also gets into a little too much social commentary wherein
the high schoolers talk about how movies do not make killers, etc. By the time
the true killer’s identity is revealed, I was honestly glad that the film was
over, as I found it more irritating than anything else.
Scream was written by Kevin Williamson who is best known for the teen
drama Dawson's Creek, and it shows – the film has a polished look that,
I feel, works to its detriment – Hills (shot on 16mm and blown up to
35mm) and Elm Street (shot on 35mm) both have their own signature visual
styles that work very well. He also penned a short-lived and (unfairly) panned television
series in 2007 called Hidden Palms, which featured a twenty-year-old Amber
Heard as Gretchen, a troubled teen whose boyfriend reportedly committed suicide,
with rumors about aspects of his death arising afterward. That show only lasted
two months, but an air of mystery permeated each episode. Mr. Williamson has
employed sexual promiscuity in much of his work and the results never seem to
be worth the trouble that the characters endure.
I take no pleasure in saying anything
negative about Scream, as I possess a genuine affinity for Mr. Craven’s
work. Scream feels like a Hollywood mainscream film (I know, sorry!),
however the another issue that I have with it probably is not even
an issue at all. It is just a pet peeve of mine: when it comes to slasher
films, beginning with Halloween (the 1978 John Carpenter film and Mr.
Williamson’s favorite movie, one that figures prominently in Scream),
there has been sort of a misunderstanding, in my humble opinion, among hardcore
fans regarding the notion of the reputed “Last Girl†being a virgin and
therefore making it through to the end while the promiscuous “Bad Girls†are
killed. The unspoken notion is that being a virgin is what manages to keep
these surviving girls safe from being killed. In Halloween, Jamie Lee
Curtis's character, Laurie, makes it not because she is a virgin, but because
she actually pays attention to what is going on around her. Her friends
Linda and Annie are so busy being distracted by their boyfriends and their
sexual shenanigans that they have no idea what is really going on and are
oblivious to the presence of the killer, Michael Myers. The way that this motif
is displayed historically from everything following Sean Cunningham’s Friday
the 13th(1980) up to Scream is quizzical, and I often
wonder if we are meant to identify with the teenage characters because we are
seeing it through their eyes. They seem to be interpreting the “Final Girl†as making
it simply because she is a virgin.
Mr. Craven has made plenty of other
films throughout his career that have nothing to do with Elm Street’s
Fred Krueger, among them his debut film The Last House on the Left (1972)
of which I am not a fan; the Linda Blair TV-movie Stranger in Our
House/Summer of Fear (his first 35mm film); Swamp Thing (1981); the oddball Kristy Swanson vehicle Deadly Friend
(1986); The Serpent and the Rainbow (1988); Shocker (1989); and
the bizarre The People Under the Stairs (1991), all horror films that deal
with different subjects. Despite what most people may feel about Scream,
it was a highly successful and well-received film that also paved the way for not
only sequels, but also a remake scheduled for release in early 2022. Scream
also revived the slasher film, a genre that for years languished in the mediocre
made-for-video sections of video stores all across the country. For that, I am
grateful, as some true classics of the genre have been made in the years since.
Scream is now available on a Paramount 4K Ultra High-Definition Blu-ray and
the results are spectacular. The disc has some interesting extras, which
consist of:
A feature-length audio commentary with
Wes Craven and Kevin Williamson that was more than likely recorded for the
original DVD release. It is a fun listen, though most of it entails them
commenting on the onscream action (damn, sorry again! These puns write
themselves!) than delving into the behind-the-scenes facts to any great extent.
A Bloody Legacy: SCREAM 25 Years Later – This is just over seven minutes and is more of a
promotional piece for the 2022 release of the new Scream film directed
by Matt Bettinelli-Olpin and Tyler Gillett
Production Featurette – This runs just over six minutes and is exactly what it
sounds like.
Behind the Scenes has two small parts: a three-and-a-half-minute piece of BTS
footage, while another runs just under three minutes and focuses on Drew
Barrymore’s work on the film.
Q & A with Cast and Crew – Two short parts, the first being What’s Your Favorite Scary
Movie?, which most people interviewed do not reveal, they sort of just list
movies that scared them. I was grateful that one woman mentioned Burnt
Offerings, which is the first thriller that I saw and made me become
interested in horror films. This part runs just under three minutes. The second
portion, Why Are People So Fascinated by Horror Films?, runs about
two-and-a-half-minutes, and they all echo similar notions about living through
fear vicariously. Neve Campbell reveals the dark side in all of us and letting
it out in a movie. Look fast for Linda Blair early on as a
television reporter.
The release also includes a digital code for streaming the film.
Scream is, of course, not to be confused with the film of the same
name from 1981, written and directed by Byron Quisenberry, which was widely
panned by pretty much everyone who saw it.
I owe a lot to my late grandmother on my mother’s side. She
introduced the arts to me at a very early age. As far back as I can remember, her
household was always a place filled with music and laughter as the sounds of
Broadway show tunes, singer Allen Sherman and George Burns and Gracie Allen filtered
through her basement. In the summer of 1978, she told me about a new film that
had just come out which was a remake of an earlier black and white comedy that
she had enjoyed. I had heard the term “remake†the previous year when my father
took me to see King Kong as directed by John Guillermin starring Jeff
Bridges and Jessica Lange. This time, the “remake†in question was Heaven
Can Wait which had been based upon Alexander Hall’s Here Comes Mr.
Jordan (1941). I knew nothing of either film, but it was a day to go to the
movies with my grandmother, so I jumped at the chance.
Heaven Can Wait opened on Wednesday, June 28, 1978 as another starring
vehicle for Warren Beatty, an actor who was new to me. Coming on the heels of McCabe
& Mrs. Miller (1971), The Parallax View (1974) and Shampoo
(1975), Mr. Beatty was riding high and struck box office gold with this
colorful and charming update of an athlete who finds himself in a predicament
for the ages. I immediately liked his interpretation of Joe Pendelton, a
quarterback for the Los Angeles Rams (not a prize fighter as in the original
which, itself, was based on a stage play) training for the Super Bowl who has a
near-fatal bicycle accident which results in his appearing at a heavenly “way
station†with others who have just become deceased. His escort (Buck Henry)
introduces him to Mr. Jordan (James Mason) when he fails to convince Joe about
his worldly death and ultimate fate. Through their discussions, it becomes
clear that The Escort, for lack of a better term, jumped the gun and removed
Joe from the accident just before it happened – a big “no-no†and a
clear rule-breaker as far as the gentlemanly Mr. Jordan is concerned. To fix
this, The Escort must find a suitable body back on Earth to put Joe back into,
as his own body has already been cremated.
Leo Farnsworth is a millionaire who is
involved with many industrial and political affairs and is about to be murdered
by his wife Julia (Dyan Cannon) and her lover Tony Abbott (Charles Grodin) who
works for him. Joe steps into his shoes and perplexes the staff at his
(Farnsworth’s) character traits and sudden love of football, while also
shocking Julia and Tony following the “murderâ€. Joe/Leo finds himself in the
midst of a meeting with Betty Logan (Julie Christie) who is determined to stop
the reach of Farnsworth’s company’s negative effects on the environment. Deep
down, however, Joe’s/Leo’s only desire is to play football and get back to
playing with the Rams.
Mr. Beatty co-wrote the script with
Elaine May and co-directed the film with Buck Henry. The supporting cast in
this film are all excellent and charming, especially Ms. Cannon and Mr. Grodin,
both of whom I would go on to enjoy immensely in Revenge of the Pink Panther
(1978) and Midnight Run (1988), respectively. Jack Warden is also
terrific as Max Corkle, Joe’s trainer who is summoned to the Farnsworth estate and
is astonished when he is made aware of Joe’s transformation into Leo. I could
not help but feel overjoyed for Max as I knew that he missed his friend
terribly. James Mason is also wonderful with his dry expressions and comments.
Heaven made a huge impact on my life that year. For Halloween 1978,
I came very dangerously close to dressing in Joe’s trademark sneakers,
sweatpants and zippered sweatshirt, though I doubt that any of my fellow
classmates, who themselves were donning their best impressions of ghosts,
vampires, characters from Happy Days, Star Wars and Grease,
would have had the slightest idea of who I was trying to impersonate.
Coincidentally, Here Comes Mr. Jordan was airing on the 1:00 Movie on
Channel 9 in New York on Halloween. My mother’s uncle was the sole owner of a
then-$1200.00 top-loading Magnavox VCR which he used to record the movie for me
to view on a later date. I liked it just as much as the remake.
Heaven was nominated for nine Academy Awards in the Spring of 1979
and I wanted very badly to view the ceremonies. A start time of ten o’clock in
the evening for the broadcast on a school night ensured no such luck. I had to make
do with the movie tie-in novelization of the film as well as the Fotonovel, an
ingenious paperback reproduction of the entire film in color photos with all
the dialogue. I enjoyed Dave Grusin’s lovely musical score, though if anyone
had told me that I would have to wait until 2017 to purchase it on a device
known as a “compact disc†I would have been thoroughly confused and crestfallen
to say the least. Heaven ultimately won its sole Oscar for Best
Production Design, indubitably due in no small part to Northern California’s
beautiful Filoli Mansion that doubles as the Farnsworth estate. The Best
Picture accolades went to Michael Cimino’s The Deer Hunter.
Birney Lettick provided the marketing
campaign with the film’s sole key art for the promotion of the film, an
enormous tapestry of which was unfurled on the side of (Grauman’s?) movie
theater in Los Angeles which can be seen briefly in the 1978 John Travolta film
Moment by Moment.
Although released in July 1999 on DVD,
that pressing has been out-of-print for many years. Fortunately, “Paramount
Presents†has now reissued the film in a lovely transfer on Blu-ray. Inexplicably, there are
no extras, not even a trailer (although it does contain a code to access a digital version), but that should not stop you from purchasing one
of the most delightful romantic comedies from the 1970’s. A true classic.
We all know the old saying that hindsight is 20/20. When it comes
to slasher films from the 1980s, movies that were released during that time
were very often dismissed by critics – and rightfully so. Audiences, on the
other hand, had a great time experiencing arguably the cinematic equivalent of
riding a roller coaster. Following the success of John Carpenter’s Halloween
in 1978 and its most closely related “holiday†second cousin, Sean Cunningham’s
Friday the 13th in 1980, movie studios were
falling over themselves to come up with the next big horror hit in much the
same way that the spate of killer fish and outer space movies followed the
success of Jaws in 1975 and Star Wars in 1977, respectively.
Unfortunately, for us, often this resulted in some terribly silly and cookie
cutter films that were nothing more than derivations of superior slasher films
from years past.
The
House on Sorority Row
(1982) is a film that didn’t exactly set the
box-office on fire during its initial release. To be fair, it didn’t receive a
huge theatrical distribution deal. It was shot on a small budget, starring a
cast of relative unknowns at the time. In keeping in slasher film tradition,
the film begins, as so many other films of the day do, with the typical opening
sequence that takes many years prior to the film’s start wherein something
quite awful happens before bringing the viewers to present day. In this case, House
begins with a soft filter which is generally used to imply a flashback. The
trick is remembering this prologue as it will answer the question as to what is
happening for the rest of the film. This is a familiar trope that can be seen
in everything from Paul Lynch’s Prom Night (1980) to his own Humongous
(1982).
Written and directed by Mark Rosen in the summer of 1980 and
released in New York in February 1983, House concerns seven sisters of a sorority – Katey (Kathryn McNeil), Vicki
(Eileen Davidson), Liz (Janis Zido), Jeanie (Robin Meloy), Diane (Harley Jane
Kozak), Morgan (Jodi Draigie), and Stevie (Ellen Dorsher) – whose graduation
celebration is interrupted by their house mother, Mrs. Slater (Lois Kelso
Hunt), who throws cold water on their plans for a party. In retaliation, the
leader of the pack, Vicki, devises a prank to play on Mrs. Slater which
involves submerging her cane in the outdoor pool (which is full of muck) and
forcing her to retrieve it at gunpoint! The gun is supposed to be loaded
with blanks but accidentally fires and hits Mrs. Slater, who collapses.
Shocked, there is a mad dash by the sisters to hide her body in the pool and go
through with the party and pretend as though everything is status quo.
The bulk of the film revolves around the party and the sisters
trying to keep up a good-natured charade, though some of them have more
difficulty than the others. None of these characters are especially interesting
and the actresses portraying them do their best to remain interesting enough to
parlay their actions into suspense, however in the hands of another director,
the film could just as easily resemble a comedy, something along the lines of Weekend
at Bernie’s (1989). The ending may have been a bit of a shocker at the
time, however nearly forty years hence it’s old hat and has been echoed in many
better slashers, in particular Michele Soavi’s 1987 directorial debut film Deliria
(StageFright).
House made its home video debut on VHS, Betamax, CED and laserdisc in
1983 (wow – did I really just type that??) and then surfaced on DVD in 2000,
2004, 2010 and 2012(!) in varying special editions. Scorpion Releasing brought
the film to Blu-ray in 2014 and 2018. Now, MVD has reissued the film on Blu-ray
as part of its MVD Rewind Collection in a slipcase edition wherein the
cardboard cover is made to resemble a worn VHS rental that needs to be returned
to a video store. If you don’t own the 2018 Scorpion Releasing version, this
new MVD release contains all the extras from that Blu-ray and is the most
comprehensive release to date.
The first interview is with actress Harley
Jane Kozak (Diane) who went to New York University and was waiting tables while
trying out for the role of Diane. She says that the cast saw the film at the only
theater in New York City that was showing it. She also recalls how Eileen
Davidson (Vicki) wore her gym shorts in the film. Strangely, the house mother
was dubbed! Harley also describes the party scene as “slogging through cementâ€
as they had to dance with no music playing while speaking their lines. This
interview lasts a whopping 42 minutes.
The second interview is called “Kats
Eyes†with Eileen Davidson, who went on to a successful career in soap operas, and
runs just over seven minutes. The third interview is with Kathryn McNeil (Katey)
and runs about 14 minutes. She discusses how she got the audition through
Backstage magazine (the old-fashioned way!). She had no agent; the cast helped the
crew set up the scenes; she was paid $50.00 per day; she was scared by The
Wizard of Oz when she was a child and is amazed how young kids now tend to
see the more violent films (I was always freaked out by the boat ride sequence
in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory!).
The
fourth interview is with writer and director Mark Rosman, running about 21
minutes. He had the great opportunity to work on Home Movies by Brian De
Palma as a first assistant director on the campus of Sarah Lawrence!
The
fifth interview is with composer Richard Band and is the most in-depth, running
45 minutes. The score was recorded in London; he grew up in Rome, which I never
would have assumed; he talks about many other aspects of his career and his
website.
The
sixth interview is with composer Igo Kantor and runs 10 minutes.
The
additional extras consist of:
Original
pre-credit sequence – this runs just over two minutes and is bathed in a blue hue.
Alternate
ending storyboards and runs just over seven minutes.
Alternate
monoaural audio version with re-timed pre-credit sequence
There
is a feature-length audio commentary with the director, and a secondary feature-length
audio commentary with the director and Eileen Davidson and Kathryn McNeil.
There
are trailers for this film, Mortuary, Dahmer, Mikey and Mind
Games.
Max is released from Folsom Prison after
completing a six-year incarceration for burglary. Despite being mild-mannered,
we sense that there is something brooding beneath the surface just waiting to
erupt out of control. (Actor Jason Isaacs portrayed Irish mobster Michael
Caffee in the Showtime series Brotherhood from 2006 to 2008 who returns
home following a jail stint with a similar disposition.) Max makes the six-plus-hour
bus ride down to Los Angeles and he gets his first taste of life outside of
prison when he calls and leaves his parole officer Earl Frank (M. Emmet Walsh)
a message that Earl says he didn’t get when Max meets him the following day.
They get off on the wrong foot when he makes the mistake of not going to a
halfway house, rubbing Earl the wrong way. The conditions of his parole are
that he is to discuss all his intentions with Earl first. After getting a room
at the Garland Hotel for the week, he tries out for a typing job at the
Wilshire Agency. Under the eye of Jenny Mercer (Theresa Russell), we see that
Max has a problem with rules as he continues typing long after Jenny calls
“time†on the test. Despite this and his revelation of his past, she agrees to
date him. Max looks up a former convict, Willy Darin (Garey Busey just before
his breakout role in the Oscar-winning The Buddy Holly Story), at Willy’s
house in the Echo Park suburb of Los Angeles. Willy’s wife Selma (an
unrecognizable Kathy Bates) is less-than pleased at their reunion and confides
her trepidation to Max who, although visibly hurt, leaves the house. The look
he gives her on his way out is one of a wronged man who doesn’t forget. Yes,
that’s Gary Busey’s real-life son, then-credited as Jacob, playing his onscreen
son Henry. Again, Max abides by his own rules, and it costs him when Willy
shoots up heroin in his room and leaves behind evidence that Earl discovers
when he visits Max unannounced, costing him time back in L.A. County jail for a
week. When Earl springs Max, he asks him the identity of the person who shot up
in his room. Max flips out and steals Earl’s car, leaving him hanging half
naked against a freeway divider fence. Max is now back to his old ways, pulling
petty hold-ups to make ends meet while looking for shotguns and semi-automatic
pistols.
Straight
Time began life as No Beast So Fierce,
an intriguingly titled 1973 novel written by the late paroled and convicted
felon Edward Heward Bunker, who would go on to achieve a modicum of success in
Hollywood by appearing in Steve DeJarnett’s Miracle Mile (1988) and
Quentin Tarantino’s Reservoir Dogs (1992) among other films. Reportedly,
Mr. Hoffman began directing the film himself before handing over the reins to
veteran director Ulu Grosbard whom he worked with previously on Who is Harry
Kellerman and Why is He Saying Those Terrible Things About Me? in 1971 so
that he could focus on playing Max. Mr. Bunker appears briefly in the film, and
the plot is bolstered by the always excellent Harry Dean Stanton as Jerry, an
ex-con who, like Willy, is also bored by his legit profession and wants to get
back into the game and do jobs with Max. The trouble with Max is, he’s reckless
and takes unnecessary risks, allowing his temper to get the better of him. He
wants the bigger scores and when he and Jerry rob a prominent bank in broad
daylight, he goes way beyond the time at which he should leave, narrowly escaping.
Things go awry when his hunger for more money gets them into big trouble
following a jewelry store that he scoped out earlier with an unassuming Jenny who
thinks he is buying her an expensive watch.
Straight
Time raises a lot of questions: Why does
Jenny, an attractive woman, get involved with Max? Why do Max and Jerry take
scores with no masks on? Is The System really trying to help ex-convicts assimilate
back into a free society, or is it simply there to give the impression of
attempting to handle ex-convicts as they try to get back on their feet? Do we
sympathize with Max for a life of crime? Is a life of crime better than working
for The Man? Who is responsible for the recidivism rate among paroled convicts?
If the film seems familiar in how it handles the issue of thievery, it might
not come as a surprise that writer and director Michael Mann did some
uncredited work on the screenplay. His films Thief (1981), L.A.
Takedown (1989) and Heat (1995) are all examinations on thieves and
the way they live their lives, especially how the rush of stealing is what they
find exciting. Tom Sizemore said it best in Heat: “For me, the action
is the juice.â€
It
would be another six years before premium cable viewers would have an
opportunity to see the film; four years after that my visit to the new
Blockbuster Video in an adjacent town made me giddy with delight as the aisles
were filled with VHS copies of movies that I knew of yet never saw before. Max
Dembo beckoned me from the cover of the oversized Warner Home Video clamshell
box for Straight Time, his large sad eyes asking me to rent it and give
it a chance, which I did and did not regret in the slightest.
Straight
Time was released on DVD by Warner Home
Video in May 2007 with a much-needed upgrade from the old VHS transfer. It’s
now available on Blu-ray through their Warner Archive line and it looks even
better. I appreciate Warner Archive retaining the original black and red “A
Warner Communications Company†logo from the period. This edition carries over
the audio commentary track featuring director Grosbard and star Hoffman who
both give wonderful anecdotes about the making and history of the film. The
aforementioned trailer is also included. It’s marvelous hearing Mr. Hoffman
talk about this film, as it reminds me of the excellent commentary that Jack
Nicholson provided to Michelangelo Antonioni’s The Passenger (1975),
arguably the actor’s greatest film.
Cinematographer
Owen Roizman, already a veteran of some great New York-lensed films such as
William Friedkin’s The French Connection (1971), Joseph Sargent’s The
Taking of Pelham 123 (1974), Sidney Pollack’s Three Days of the Condor
(1975) and Sidney Lumet’s Network (1976), brings his characteristic
visual genius to the Hollywood and Wilshire Boulevard streets of Los Angeles
and makes the city another character, with close-ups of Montgomery Ward and
Woolworths, their signage stylized in long-gone and forgotten fonts.
Composer
David Shire provides a wonderfully catchy minimalist score that I would love to
see released on compact disc (remember those?).
Ironically,
Dustin Hoffman and his roommate, Gene Hackman, were both were voted least
likely to succeed in their Pasadena Playhouse classes when they first started
out. Hilarious.
