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Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Flick of The Day: Close Encounters of The Third Kind

Steven Spielberg followed up the success of Jaws with this sprawling epic picture. A classic of the science fiction genre  and a massive hit on its release in 1977, the same year as George Lucas first Star Wars picture. In my humble opinion, Close Encounters is the far superior of the two though in truth they are not aimed at the same audience. Close Encounters is much more adult in tone and asks the viewer to engage more with the material.
The film opens in the Mexican desert, a French scientis named Lacombe and a team of American Army personnel discover a squadron of WW2 planes missing since the 1940's. In the heart of the Gobi desert, they find a missing ship. Later an airline pilot reports a near collision with an unidentified flying object to air traffic controllers in Indiana.  That night in Indiana, a young boy named Barry awakes to find his toys operating automatically, he follows some unseen figures into the fields near his house. Separately, a electricity lineman named Roy Neary, brilliantly played by Richard Dreyfuss, is trying to fix a fault on a lonely country road when he a close encounter with a UFO. Roy gives chase along with the police. Thereafter, nobody is the same again. Roy becomes obsessed with the UFO's, obsessed with a shape in his head that he can't leave behind. His marriage begins to disintegrate around him. Barry's mother becomes equally involved, particularly after her son is abducted by forces unknown.  Elsewhere, the UFO activity is increasing and as Lacombe and his team move from site to site, they become aware that the witnesses all report the UFO's making a distinctive five tone sound. They are trying to make contact. All of the characters stories then converge in a thrilling finale at the Devils Tower in Wyoming.
In an intereview given in 1990, when asked to choose an image to summarise his career, Spielberg chose the above. It is a striking image as the young Barry opens the door of his house in a brilliant orange light. It is just an example of a film brilliantly shot by Vilmos Zsigmond. The special effects were ground breaking for their day and unlike so many sci-films, it doesn't attempt to re-invent the wheel. It is the ordinariness of the various locations that makes it so compelling: the small town, lonely rural locales. As with Spielberg's later work E.T, there is the theme of  a broken family. Roy's wife leaves him and takes the children, unable to deal with his obsession. The children unable to understand what has happened to their hard working father. Barry's mother, a single mother it should be noted has her child abducted. It is this sadness, this sense of family that endears Spielberg as a film-maker so much. He has often been criticised for being overly sentimental but this sentimentality is at the core of his talent. He makes the audience empathise. Who can ever forget the little girl in red in Schindler's List
This is a great film, one of Spielberg's best with a towering performance of depth from Richard Dreyfuss, fine cinematography and an engaging tale that deals with the psychological impact of those who claim to experience encounters with alien life. A must see.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Flick of The Day: Let It Ride

The feel good comedy is a genre often overlooked whether for awards or praise, but this is a mistake, after all it takes a good degree of talent and storytelling nous to ensure that an audience leaves the theatre with a collective smile. There is a common theme to all these films: an underdog comes good. Today's film is Let It Ride.
Jay Trotter, played with a zany charm by Richard Dreyfuss, is a cab driver and compulsive gambler. After reconciling with his wife and agreeing never to gamble again, he hears of a sure thing. A horse that is certain, due to his owners unethical behaviour, to win his next race. Of course, he has to go to the track and place a bet. After all, a sure thing is a sure thing. Of course,  the horse wins and Trotter lets it ride, soon finding himself on a winning streak to end all winning streaks. The film is packed with a great cast of n'er do wells and  malcontents with a great turn from Robbie Coltrane as the bookie. He steals most of his scenes with Dreyfuss and has some of the film's best lines. Jennifer Tilly is also excellent as a bimbo who makes a habit of saying the first thing that comes into her head.
The film does have a great script, with some very funny one liners, particularly in the interplay between Dreyfuss and Coltrane.

Jay Trotter: May I... buy you a drink? 
Mrs. Davis: I don't see why not. I'm on the pill.

The character of Trotter is particularly well drawn, he is like every other relentlessly upbeat gambler that you know. Despite promising his wife not to gamble, you know he will. He can't help himself, all in pursuit of that one perfect day. Sure the film is over the top at times, but it's enjoyable and you grow to like Trotter and want him to win. There is nothing like an underdog and I've never known anyone who doesn't enjoy watching a bookie lose money. 
Overall, this is a fine film and you can't help but have a smile on your face at the end. Dreyfuss and Coltrane are excellent and are aided by a fine script. This film is definitely worth a look on a quiet evening.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Flick of The Day: Jaws

It is easy to overlook the significance of this film, some 36 years after its original release in the Summer of 1975, given the numerous sequels and poor imitations that have come in its wake and the body of work that has been been created by its director, Steven Spielberg, perhaps the most famous director of al time, if not the most talented. This is where it all began for Spielberg, sure it wasn't his first feature but this was the film that set him on the path to greatness. This is also where it all began for another Hollywood behemoth, the Summer Event Movie. 
Amazing though it may seem to those who have grown up in the era of co-ordinated worldwide releases, that there was a time, before Jaws, when film's opened gradually, starting in a few theatres in New York and Los Angeles before gradually spreading their wings across America, before being released in Europe and then further afield. The film opened simultaneously in hundreds of screens backed by a marketing campaign, something unheard of hitherto. A massive hit, it's box office gross is equivalent to $1.9bn in today's money, it was also one of the first times Hollywood released a major film in Summer. Previously, Summer was where studios dumped pictures that they otherwise couldn't get rid of, because hey, who went to the cinema in the Summer other then kids? And who cares what kids watch?
Based on the best-seller by Peter Benchley, Jaws told the tale of the small town of Amity Island, a resort town in the mould of Martha's Vineyard or Cape Cod. Late one night at a beach party, a drunken couple go swimming. The man falls asleep on the shoreline while the girl swims out to a buoy. That's when the first attack comes. It is terrifying yet you see nothing other then a girl being pulled beneath the waves. In one scene, Spielberg has captured the audience's attention and doesn't let go for the rest of the film. We are introduced to the local police chief, Brody, played with world weary resignation by Roy Scheider. When the body of the first girl washes up on the shore, his first instinct is to close the beaches in the name of public safety. However, the slimy Mayor Vaughan, brilliantly played by Murray Hamilton, hoves into view and decrees that  the beaches must remain open for the height of the Summer Season. Of course, before long the body count begins to pile up and the town has no choice but to do something. Hooper, an oceanographer played with wit and charm by Richard Dreyfuss believes he can track the shark and a local fisherman, Quint, played by Robert Shaw in a performance that is at times crazed and at times soulful but always mesmerising, offers to catch and kill the shark for a reward in a great speech at a town meeting.

"Y'all know me. Know how I earn a livin'. I'll catch this bird for you, but it ain't gonna be easy. Bad fish. Not like going down the pond chasin' bluegills and tommycods. This shark, swallow you whole. Little shakin', little tenderizin', an' down you go. And we gotta do it quick, that'll bring back your tourists, put all your businesses on a payin' basis. But it's not gonna be pleasant. I value my neck a lot more than three thousand bucks, chief. I'll find him for three, but I'll catch him, and kill him, for ten. But you've gotta make up your minds. If you want to stay alive, then ante up. If you want to play it cheap, be on welfare the whole winter. I don't want no volunteers, I don't want no mates, there's just too many captains on this island. Ten thousand dollars for me by myself. For that you get the head, the tail, the whole damn thing."

So of the three men set in a boat, to catch and kill the mythic beast. It becomes this epic fight between Quint and the Shark, each trying to get the better of each other. Perhaps the strongest aspect of the film is that you don't see it for so long, for as always the mind is the best breeding ground for fear. When the shark puppet does appear on screen, it is too big to be realistic, but by that point you are in too deep. Spielberg chose to keep the mechanical Shark's screen time to a minimum as it was so unreliable. It turned into a masterstroke. The film is anchored by some fine performances from the three leads but particularly Robert Shaw. He created the character of Quint, giving it a back story all of his own creation. In a famous scene, he recounts a tale from his time in the Navy.

"Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte... just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that when you're in the water, Chief? You tell by looking from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know, was our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin', so we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know, it was kinda like old squares in the battle like you see in the calendar named "The Battle of Waterloo" and the idea was: shark comes to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the shark go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about a shark... he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be living... until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin' and the hollerin', they all come in and they... rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday morning, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boatswain's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up, down in the water just like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon, the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us. He swung in low and he saw us... he was a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper. Anyway, he saw us and he come in low and three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and starts to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened... waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water; 316 men come out and the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb"

Spielberg was 27 when he completed Jaws, the film had gone way over its schedule and its budget had ballooned to $10m. Indeed the studio was afraid it had a big flop on its ends. In the end, aided by a great story,some fine performances and a brilliant score from John Williams, he created his first masterpiece.
The film tapped into people's fear of the unknown and the late '70s paranoia about corrupt officials bureaucrats. You really did believe that Amity could be your town. Indeed, the film is credited with a fall off in beach visitors in the Summer of 1975. Perhaps its biggest and most dubious achievement, was showing the Hollywood studios that there was money to be made from Summer cinema goers, something confirmed by the success of a little film called Star Wars in 1977. This has led to each summer since being littered with some of the worst Hollywood homogenised crap ever since. It is almost impossible to visit your local multiplex during May and September without being bombarded with ads for the latest sequel or event picture. Each year, there are more sequels then originality being churned out. It is now almost the case that if you want to see intelligent cinema, you go independent. Sure there are exceptions, but they are that. That's not a great legacy for Jaws but its something that should detract from a very fine film, one of the best.