Showing posts with label John Boorman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Boorman. Show all posts

Wednesday, 9 June 2021

Point Blank

 Year of Release:  1967

Director:  John Boorman

Screenplay:  Alexander Jacobs, David Newhouse and Rafe Newhouse, based on the novel The Hunter by Richard Stark (Donald Westlake)

Starring:  Lee Marvin, Angie Dickinson, Keenan Wynn,   

Running Time:  92 minutes

Genre:  Crime, action, thriller

On Alcatraz Island, three criminals: Walker (Marvin), his best friend Mal Reese (John Vernon) and Walker's wife, Lynne (Sharon Acker) pull off a robbery.  However Walker is shot by Reese and left for dead in a cell, as Reese and Lynne make off with the stolen money.  A year later Walker is back in San Francisco and sets off on a violent quest for revenge and to collect the money that he is owed, pitting him against a powerful criminals syndicate known as "The Organisation".

 

Judged by the basic plot, this film, adapted from the pulp thriller The Hunter by Richard Stark (a pseudonym for author Donald Westlake) may appear to be little more than an average revenge thriller, of the type that we have all seen umpteen times before, but, in the hands of British director John Boorman, it's elevated to a strange type of art.  It makes use of distorted camera angles, strange ellipses and incongruities, an almost steam of consciousness editing style, and even the stripped down, bare bones plot, to make a strangely disorientating experience.  The film opens with Walker (whose first name is never revealed) being shot several time in a prison cell in Alcatraz.  The gunman, Walker's supposed friend Mal Reese runs off with Walker's wife, Lynne, and the loot.  Clues as to what brought them there are revealed in fragmentary flashbacks.  Then the scene shifts to the outside as a badly injured Walker prepares to plunge into the waters of San Francisco Bay, while a voice over (explained to be an announcer on a tourist boat) explains that escape from Alcatraz is impossible.  We next see Walker on said boat, some time later, apparently none the worse for his experience.  I have explained the opening in some detail because there is a theory about the film that Walker died in the opening scene on Alcatraz, and the rest of the film is his dying revenge fantasy.  This is a reasonable reading, as the film follows the inexorable flow of dream logic.  There are odd discrepancies and omissions, characters appear and disappear with no explanation, and the jarringly sudden changes in location, as well as the frequent sudden flashback scenes.  In one scene, Angie Dickinson who plays Chris, Walker's sister in law who helps him in his quest, says "you really did die on Alcatraz", and later she asks him "why don't you just lay down and die?" There is also the sinister Yost (Keenan Wynn) who seems to guide Walker on his quest for his own purposes.  Walker is a man out of time and place.  He doesn't understand the workings of The Organisation, which is now a seemingly respectable corporation doing unexplained criminal activities and work out of a slick, expensive office block (floor eleven for mergers and acquisitions, floor twelve for murders and executions).  The killers work out of the corner office with secretaries.  Walker comes up time and again against the corporate structure.  All he wants is the money that he was owed from the job.  The granite-faced Lee Marvin plays Walker as something like the Terminator in a suit.  Throughout he barely registers any emotion.  He's a man without a past or a future.  There is no sense of satisfaction when he exacts his revenge.  He exists for nothing more than his quest for the money.  This can be enjoyed as a simple straight forward action thriller, and it is full of great action sequences, but it is much more than that.  It's one of the best action films of the 1960s.



Lee Marvin fires Point Blank

Saturday, 11 July 2020

Zardoz

Year:  1974
Director:  John Boorman
Screenplay:  John Boorman
Starring:  Sean Connery, Charlotte Rampling, Sara Kestelman, John Alderton
Running Time:  106 minutes
Genre:  Science-fiction

In the year 2293, a post apocalyptic world is divided into two areas divided by an impenetrable force-field:  The "Zone" is inhabited by powerful but bored immortals known as "Eternals" and the "Outlands" are inhabited by the mortal "Brutals" who are controlled by the savage "Exterminators" who worship a giant floating stone head called Zardoz which distributes guns and rules, and which is the only thing that can pass through the force-field.  One Exterminator, Zed (Connery), hitches a ride on the head and enters the Zone, where he introduces the Immortals to such old favourites as emotions, sex and death.

This film is pretentious, extremely self indulgent, deeply weird, and often very silly.  It's also stylish, ambitious and has moments of real brilliance.  It takes hoary old ideas but treats them in a very imaginative way.  It has the image of Sean Connery clad in what looks like a bright red nappy, with a  long ponytail and huge handlebar mustache, and that is just the tip of the iceberg.  The Eternals are kind of a hippy commune, given to psychic communication through the medium of interpretive dance.  There is a lot of real imagination on display though and you have to admire John Boorman's nerve in bringing it to the screen, he wrote, produced and directed the film, and it certainly looks like a personal vision.  For better or worse, I think he did have a more or less free hand with this, and I have to wonder what it was like on set.  The actors do what they can with the material.  The thing with Zardoz is that it's a film that is at once great and absolutely dreadful.  It constantly oscillates between two extremes.  There are times when it feels like a parody, but it also takes itself very seriously.  Often it's very dull, but also full of scenes and images so eccentric and bizarre they almost make your eyes pop.  To put it mildly, it is a film that will divide audiences.  It's become a big cult movie, and I can definitely see why.  I cannot imagine that a film like this would be made today, because I cannot imagine that any studio would give  a filmmaker carte blanche to make something as frankly weird as this.  It's not as dreadful as you may have heard, but neither is it particularly good, however for all it's ridiculousness, pretentiousness and inconsistency, I like it for it's quirks, strangeness and imagination.

             A visit from Zardoz