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Thursday, May 9, 2013
Only now does it occur to me... THE LONGSHOT
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Film Review: LAST EMBRACE (1979, Jonathan Demme)
Stars: 3.5 of 5.Best one-liner: "You gotta do better than that, Jack! WHO SENT YA?!"
LAST EMBRACE is one of acclaimed director Jonathan Demme's (THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS, PHILADELPHIA, RACHEL GETTING MARRIED) first commercial efforts, and though it's reputation is nearly nonexistent (I hadn't even heard of it until this week), it ranks somewhere between "fairly okay Roy Scheider vehicle" and "lost De Palma film."
Based on the novel THE 13TH MAN by Murray Teigh Bloom, LAST EMBRACE stars Scheider as a CIA-ish secret agent who sees his wife gunned down in Mexico by a gang of dudes including MANIAC's Joe Spinell, a character actor who I've described as "Ron Jeremy meets Vincent Price."

In the wake of her death, Scheider undergoes a nervous breakdown and spends several months in a Connecticut sanitarium. Upon his release, he finds a stranger (Janet Margolin) subletting his apartment, receives cryptic Aramaic messages, and encounters all sorts of people who are probably trying to kill him, including his own agency. ...Or is he simply delusional?
And so that's the set-up– Scheider tries to stay alive while attempting to unravel this conspiracy which may or may not actually exist.

How is the film? It's pretty good. It's got a great hook, some nice Hitchcockian suspense, and in Scheider, an excellent star. Scheider really knows how to carry a movie. The man's one of the best actors of the 1970s. If you haven't already– go see ALL THAT JAZZ. Do it now.
Anyway, the plot of LAST EMBRACE begins to degenerate around the halfway mark, and it builds to some hilariously bad melodrama that may or may not involve the white slave trade. But Scheider never stops giving it his all, and he will in all likelihood convince you that you're watching a much better movie than you actually are, and that's okay with me.

In any event, a few of the signposts and highlights of LAST EMBRACE are these:
#1. Tak Fujimoto's cinematography. A long-time Demme crony, Fujimoto is a master craftsman whose first film was fuckin' BADLANDS. Along the way, he slummed for Corman (DEATH RACE 2000 and others), lensed a few John Hughes classics (FERRIS BUELLER and PRETTY IN PINK), shot the MACGYVER pilot episode, and worked with Demme 17 times. Somehow he's never even been nominated for an Academy Award. What the hell!?



In the end, it's a sort of lackluster thriller with some great character actors and brilliant, anchoring lead performance by Roy Scheider. Three and a half stars.
–Sean Gill
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Film Review: CAPE FEAR (1991, Martin Scorsese)
Alright, folks. CAPE FEAR '91 has kind of a bad reputation. Now, Scorsese went all out: I think he thought this was going to be his "Hitchcock" film. He even updated the Bernard Herrmann soundtrack and had Saul Bass (!) do the credits sequence.
As it turns out, it ain't Hitchcock, but let me put it in perspective. You know that clichéd high school yearbook quote, "Shoot for the moon, even if you miss, you'll land among the stars?" I think a slightly modified version of that can apply here. I surmise: "Shoot for Hitchcock('s moon-shaped belly), even if you miss, you'll land among the De Palmas." And that's exactly what this feels like– a mid-range De Palma film! And there are much worse things to be– because I happen to love mid-range De Palma (BODY DOUBLE, DRESSED TO KILL, RAISING CAIN, etc.) .
So without further adieu, and though I do prefer the original, here are seven quick reasons why CAPE FEAR '91 is a place worth visiting:
#1. The inverse cameos. CAPE FEAR '91 brings back three of the principals from CAPE FEAR '62, and in strange bizarro versions.
First, we have 'ol Rumple Eyes himself, Bob Mitchum, helping the Nick Nolte character protect himself from De Niro's version of the original Mitchum role. Whew.

Then, we have Gregory Peck as an apparently evil version of Atticus Finch, defending De Niro from Nick Nolte's version of the original Peck role. Damn!

Finally, we have Martin Balsam playing the judge who sides with De Niro, because he hates "vigilante justice." Now, I know that's not true– given that I've seen him mow down legions of gang members with WWII-era machine gun in DEATH WISH 3.
#2. Joe Don Baker drinking a combination of Pepto-Bismol and Jim Beam for the duration of the film.
If that doesn't warm your heart, then I personally forbid you from ever again watching a Joe Don Baker movie.
#3. De Niro makin' creepy phone calls in gravity boots.

Because... 1991.
#4. The "clinging to the underbelly of a rapidly moving vehicle for several hours" plot twist, which feels EXACTLY like something that'd be in a De Palma film.
#5. Ditto on "murderous De Niro in drag."

It's really one of those strange performances where you can't quite tell if he's phoning it in or not. There's often a fine line between "bad" acting and "genius" acting (see: the career of Steve Railsback, for example), and I kinda can't tell if this is a performance of nuanced intensity, or if it's a practical joke on the audience. Either way, I love it.
#6. Continuing in this vein: in 1991, nearly one hundred years of motion picture history culminated in the subtle beauty of Robert De Niro singing a line of Tiffany's "I Think We're Alone Now"

while offering a joint to orthodonitia-encrusted teenage Juliette Lewis:

Truly fantastic.
#7. Nick Nolte crazy-face!

I've discussed this in-depth before, but there are few things more frighteningly exhilarating than seeing a crazy-faced Nick Nolte in his native habitat.

SWEET DREAMS, KIDDIES!
P.S. It always struck me as bizarre that the theatrical poster's placement (see above) of the torn photo and De Niro's creepy gaze build a subliminal image of a keyhole, especially since I can't recall keyholes being relevant to the plot whatsoever. Thoughts?
–Sean Gill




