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Selasa, 29 Desember 2009

The Osterman Weekend

"Just another episode of this whole snuff soap opera we're all in."



Background
After 'Convoy', Peckinpah spent five years in the wilderness. It had been the same with 'Major Dundee'. Then, Daniel Melnick's offer of 'Noon Wine' for TV proved the life-raft that led to an initially productive relationship with Phil Feldman and Peckinpah's masterpiece, 'The Wild Bunch'. This time, though, the comeback wouldn't be quite as spectacular.

Don Siegel had given Peckinpah his first gig on a movie set back in 1954. Now at the end of his own career, the director of 'Dirty Harry' and 'Escape from Alcatraz' - the man who had done arguably as much as Sergio Leone in making Clint Eastwood an icon - was reduced to calling the shots on a half-assed Bette Midler vehicle called 'Jinxed'. Hollywood might have written Peckinpah off, but Siegel had no hesitation in hiring him as second unit director to shoot an elaborate action sequence. Peckinpah got his drinking and predilection for thin white lines under control, turned up on set and demonstrated rigid professionalism.

It was his ticket back to directing. Sadly, he'd only get a shot at one last film. Most of the offers that came in were uber-low budget and held no interest. Still, it was important to get back behind the camera so he picked the best of a bad lot and accepted producers Peter Davies and William Panzer's offer to direct 'The Osterman Weekend'.


Synopsis
CIA bigwig Maxwell Danforth (Burt Lancaster) encourages zealous agent Lawrence Fassett (John Hurt) to pursue Russian spy ring Omega. Fassett is traumatised from his wife's murder, but throws himself into the assignment. He identifies TV writer Bernard Osterman (Craig T. Nelson), financier Joseph Cardone (Chris Sarandon) and plastic surgeon Richard Tremayne (Dennis Hopper) as members of Omega who might be "turned". He posits to Danforth that their friendship, dating back to college, with political pundit John Tanner (Rutger Hauer) could provide the wedge to get at them. Danforth gives him the go ahead. Fassett presents Tanner with evidence against his friends. Tanner is distraught, but sees an opportunity he can exploit: long critical of Danforth's machiavellian counter-intelligence techniques, Tanner agrees to assist Fassett on the condition that Danforth consent to be interviewed on Tanner's high-rating and controversial current affairs TV show 'Face to Face'. Danforth assents. Fassett kits out Tanner's home with a panoply of surveillance equipment in advance of Osterman, Cardone and Tremayne arriving at Tanner's home for their annual reunion (events known as "Osterman weekends" in honour of Bernard Osterman, who instigated the tradition). Before the guests have even arrived, Tanner gets cold feet at his wife Ali (Meg Foster) and son Steve's involvement and against Fassett's wishes, drives them to the airport. A kidnap attempt en route is foiled by Fassett's men at the last moment and Tanner reluctantly decides to do things Fassett's way. The guests arrive, but it isn't long before tensions run high. Fassett's supposedly "invisible" presence is belied by a series of manipulations, and when Tanner finally discovers the truth about his friends' conspiratorial behaviour he realises things aren't as Fassett would have had him believe. The agent has a quite different agenda ...


Analysis
Having come that far with the synopsis, allow me to tip things into PLOT SPOILER territory and let the cat out of the bag. 'The Osterman Weekend' - once you've got the first 80 minutes (which are pure misdirection) out of the way - is about how Fassett, who has discovered that Danforth ordered his wife's murder, coerces Tanner into staging the promised TV interview with Danforth as a j'accuse, Fassett using the medium to publically charge Danforth with her murder. A quixotic exchange between Danforth and one of his aides casts doubt on whether Omega even exists ("Omega is as real as we need it to be," Danforth declares).Because 'The Osterman Weekend' is so ludicrously overplotted (it borders on narrative incoherence), and because it's easy to just give up on trying to follow the plot and just kick back and wait for the action scenes instead, the twist almost convinces on first viewing. Subsequent viewings throw up a raft of inconsistencies. Put bluntly, this movie's got more holes than a lump of Swiss cheese. For example:

Why does Danforth order the hit on Fassett's wife? (A throwaway line makes reference to her being employed at the Polish Embassy. Not even the Russian Embassy, for fuck's sake! And if Danforth, as Fassett's boss, was worried about his employee possibly being compromised, wouldn't it be less troublesome to bump Fassett's security clearance down a few notches rather than having his missus whacked?)

How does Fassett find out that Danforth ordered the hit? And if he's convincingly created a non-existent spy ring and manipulated evidence to implicate Osterman, Cardone and Tremayne, why doesn't he just implicate Danforth and destroy his career that way?

If Omega doesn't exist and Osterman, Cardone and Tremayne aren't members of a Russian spy ring (all they're conspiring in is a tax dodge), why do they freak out when Fassett flashes up the Omega symbol while they're watching a home video at Tanner's house? (Granted, the implication exists that Omega is the Swiss bank in which they're squirreling away their retirement fund.)

Who's behind the kidnap attempt on Ali and Steve? Can't be Omega since they either don't exist or they're a bank. It's suggested that Fassett masterminds it, the better to get Ali and Steve back to the house (their absence would be suspicious), but Tanner tells Fassett of his plans literally seconds before he bundles Ali and Steve into the car and drives off. The staged kidnapping is flamboyantly elaborate, utilising cars, helicopters, industrial machinery, a dozen or so men and the apparent gunning down of an "enemy" agent - surely something that even a man of Fassett's calibre would be hard pressed to organise at a moment's notice.



Why, during a shoot-out at Tanner's pool house between Tanner (now aided by Osterman) and Fassett's men, does Fassett give the order to take them both out? The object of the exercise is to secure Tanner's co-operation in using 'Face to Face' as a platform against Danforth. With Tanner dead he'd be back to square one.

There are more narrative problems than these - many more - but why dwell on the aspects of the film that don't work? Blame can easily be apportioned and none of it is Peckinpah's. Robert Ludlum's novel - though the mechanics of structure and narrative are worked out differently - doesn't make a whole lot of sense, either. The screenplay - by Alan Sharp (from a separately credited adaptation by Ian Masters) - fails to establish a clear narrative through-line and only succeeds in confusing things.

So what does work about 'The Osterman Weekend'? Peckinpah himself certainly didn't claim credit for very much. He notoriously remarked, having finished work on it, that he'd just made his first exploitation movie. You can see his point. The violence is apropos of nothing. The expression of that violence - hand-to-hand, whatever's-to-hand, artillery, crossbows - comes across as the product of a checklist rather than the organic development and visceral resolution of psychologically established conflicts a la much of Peckinpah's other work. The nudity is half-hearted, curious sexless and seems to be fulfilling a quota. In many respects, 'The Osterman Weekend' is determinedly formulaic.

But, while it's budgetary restrictions are as painfully evident as the fact that the espionage genre was singularly not its director's metier, 'The Osterman Weekend' boasts some sneakily subversive moments where Peckinpah dodges the shortcomings of the material (and even arguably exploits them) to create something that is clearly his own. Peckinpah's key theme - alongside considerations of honour and loyalty and a keenly observed depiction of how men interact - was always the intrusion of technology. Technology as a destructive force. When 'The Osterman Weekend' was made, home video was presenting cinema with its greatest threat since the television set became omnipresent in American homes in the 1950s. There were now greater opportunities for producers to make low-budget fare, usually bracketed firmly in the exploitation category, and release them direct to video. Indeed, 'The Osterman Weekend' found its audience on VHS. Ironic, since the film functions best as a deconstruction of audience addiction to the small screen and the manipulation of the moving image.

The opening sequence shows Fassett and his wife making love (she is murdered shortly afterwards); the footage is revealed as a surveillance tape Danforth and his aide are reviewing. And yet the multiplicity of camera angles and sophistication of editing far remove it from CCTV or security footage; it has, instead, the feeling of a "mini-movie". Thus Peckinpah sets out his stall: he is concerned less with Ludlum's tricksy, convoluted plotting than the nature of perception and the audience's complicity in the images they view. Tanner has made his living from TV. His house and lifestyle are testament to the financial rewards he has gleaned from his TV show; a show in which he puts his guests on the spot, his editors cutting to unflattering close-ups while these unfortunates squirm under difficult questions, while presenting Tanner himself as righteous and unflappable. There's a small pleasure to be had - one laced with schadenfreude - in watching Fassett turn the medium against Tanner. In this respect, there's a slender case to be made for 'The Osterman Weekend' as a 'Peeping Tom' for the VCR generation. "Just another episode of this whole snuff soap opera we're all in," is how Fassett puts it. Tanner, although ostensibly triumphant, is nonetheless forced to re-evaluate his life and work in the closing frames, "Television programmes are just a filler between attempts to steal your life," he muses. "So if you want to save some, switch off. It's simple. It's done with the hand and what's left of your own free will."


The last shot is of two cameras pointing at an empty chair. There's something desperately valedictory about that image.

Jumat, 31 Oktober 2008

Hallowe'en Triple Bill

The glow-in-the-dark bats are glowing in the dark, the illuminated pumpkin is trying to disassociate itself from how crap a movie 'Halloween III: Season of the Witch' is, the nibbles are arrayed in bowls on the coffee table, the wine is poured and Paula pulls the first title out of the witches' cauldron.

Way-hey! One from the faves list.

PERSONAL FAVES: A Tale of Two Sisters

Getting the triple bill in and posting before midnight means thumbnail write-ups and this film suits brevity down to the ground. There's almost nothing you can say about it - you certainly can't get into a discussion about director Kim Jee-Woon's genius for misdirection and the keeping of crucial things under wraps - without spoiling the twist.

Although perhaps twist is the wrong word. Twist implies something that's thrown in at the last minute to take you by surprise. What 'A Tale of Two Sisters' has is one fuck-off big hum-dinger of a narrative development; it comes about two-thirds of the way through and forces you to re-evaluate everything you've seen up to this point. But Jee-Woon's not satisfied with that and the last half hour or so takes the film into ever darker territory.

Giving nothing away, I'll just say this: it's about guilt (this applies to more than one character); you might think that one of the characters is a ghost (they kind of are and aren't); pay attention to the cringeingly embarrassing dinner party (it's all about perspectives: who sees what).

It's a beautifully shot, incredibly well acted and infinitely creepy piece of work. It proves that 'The Ring' doesn't necessarily have the monopoly on freaky women with lank black hair creeping slowly towards you. It blends psychological horror with arguably the best take on the haunted house movie since Robert Wise's 'The Haunting'. It yields up its many facets and ambiguities with repeated viewings: think 'Memento' or 'The Prestige', but with the requirement that you shelter behind the sofa to watch much of it.

*

A short break, the topping up of drinks, a bit of mood music ('Danse Macabre' by Saint-Saens), then the next title is drawn:

Land of the Dead

The most maligned of Romero's zombie sequence (even the decidedly hit-and-miss 'Diary of the Dead' got better reviews). Nonetheless, 'Land of the Dead' is a film I enjoy for its socio-political themes, and one that I see as the logical conclusion of the critique of Americana that spans 'Night', 'Dawn' and 'Day' and pretty much makes 'Diary' superfluous. The zombies evolve, fall in behind a leader, revenge themselves on a surviving core of humanity who have become so inured they treat the living dead as sideshow entertainments. Maybe it should have been called 'Sympathy for the Dead'.

Plenty to love: Asia Argento's tough-chick performance; the 'Shaun of the Dead' stars in an inspired cameo; supporting roles by Dennis Hopper and John Leguizamo ("I still prefer him as Chichi," Paula comments*). Then there's the whole post-9/11 American insularity subtext ...

But enough. My musings on Romero's ground-breaking sequence have already been documented on this blog, here, here, here, here and here.

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Another short break, another gothic tune (Mussorgsky's 'Night on the Bare Mountain'), then it's heads-down-and-see-you-at-the-end. Here we go: the final title is picked.

Oh.

The Addams Family

Barry Sonnenfeld: a master of style over substance. Yes, 'The Addams Family' looks great. Yes, everyone's perfectly cast. Yes, it's a pleasant little diversion after the head-fuck of 'A Tale of Two Sisters' and the viscera of 'Land of the Dead', but I find myself wishing it was the sequel, with its gloriously subversive summer camp subplot and expanded role for Christina Ricci's deliciously deadpan Wednesday, that we were watching.


* 'To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar' up next on The Agitation of the Mind? Watch this space.

Kamis, 08 Mei 2008

Sketches of Frank Gehry

Thoughts on how to make a documentary film:

Either ...

1) Pick a powerful, thought-provoking, contentious subject (gun culture in 'Bowling for Columbine'*, Tony Blair as a lying s.o.b. and lapdog of Satan in 'Taking Liberties', George Bush as same in 'Taxi to the Dark Side');

or ...

2) Be utterly objective.

Which brings us to 'Sketches of Frank Gehry', in which Sidney Pollack makes a documentary about his mate. Who's an architect ...

No, wait.

I know I just used the words "documentary" and "architect" in close proximity, but bear with me. I know also that 'Sketches of Frank Gehry' isn't going to have mass appeal, and I should make full disclosure at this point: a friend of long-standing is an architect - I've occasionally assisted him with measured surveys and specifications. Without his influence, I doubt I would have rented this film.

I should also make full admission: 'Sketches of Frank Gehry' is a flawed documentary, even if you do have an interest in architecture (I have it on good authority that Nathaniel Kahn's 'My Architect' is a much better piece of work), and yet I enjoyed it for one all-important reason. So let me quickly point out the flaws -

*Pollack states at the beginning of the film that (a) he's never made a documentary before and (b) how do you deal with the three-dimensional (ie, buildings) when your medium is two-dimension (the cinema screen). This sense of awkwardness typifies the film.

*The choice of interviewees favours artists and celebrities (Bob Geldof, Dennis Hopper, a dressing-gown-clad Julian Schnabel) over fellow professionals (the opinions of civil engineers tasked with realising Gehry's designs would have been interesting).

*Most of the interviewees blatantly fawn, with only critic Hal Foster providing an alternative perspective.

- and just say this:

Frank Gehry has designed some of the most striking, original and controversial buildings of the last half century ... and Sidney Pollack, in simply allowing his camera to glide over, in and around them, has made them cinematic.



*Up next in the personal faves project.

Kamis, 03 April 2008

Land of the Dead

Throughout the first three films, small bastions of humanity have holed up in - respectively - rural/agricultural, materialist/consumerist and military/scientific environments, and been defeated, from within and without, in each case. Indeed, so welcome is the massacre of the testosterone-drenched foul-mouthed soldiers in ‘Day of the Dead’, that you almost find yourselves rooting for the zombies.

‘Land of the Dead’, Romero’s return to the series after a twenty year hiatus, not only develops the theme but takes it to a new level. Here, his besieged group of survivors become a microcosm of America itself. The setting is a Manhattan-like island, protected from the zombie-infested city and outlying townships by a river. At the centre of the island is a luxuriously appointed tower block overseen by the highfalutin Kaufman (Dennis Hopper). Those allowed into this self-contained paradise are those with money. Those without are forced to scratch out a living for themselves in the ghetto at the foot of the tower.

Amongst these lesser-fortunate individuals are Riley (Simon Baker) and Cholo (John Leguizamo), both employed as foot-soldiers by Kaufman. It’s their job to lead combat units into the mainland and bring back supplies. As the movie opens, Riley becomes increasingly sickened by Cholo’s macho heroics and obsession with black marketeering, by which he intends to buy himself into Kaufman’s enclave. Riley, meanwhile, yearns for somewhere open and free: it’s not zombies he wants to flee from, but other people.

As with the previous films, the survivors bring about their own downfall while the zombies gather outside. Only this time, the stakes are higher in both cases. Cholo absconds with Dead Reckoning, the heavily-armoured strike vehicle that Riley designed, threatening to launch on Kaufman’s tower block if his fiscal demands are not met. Kaufman doesn’t even have to respond with “We don’t negotiate with terrorists” in order to make the post-9/11 subtext clear.

In the meantime, the zombies get organised. Like the mall-dwellers in ‘Dawn of the Dead’, they have begun to remember where they used to go and what they used to do. Like Bub in ‘Day’, they figure out how to arm themselves. It’s when they take a quite literal leap and figure out how to cross the river that the human populace, no matter what their social or economic standing, have to pay the price.

Satirical, political, provocative, tense and edgy, ‘Land of the Dead’ provided what I thought at the time was a fine conclusion to the saga, the fact that Romero even elicited a degree of sympathy for the zombies proving how far the series had come.

Then he only bloody went and re-invented the saga …