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The Parallax View (1974) - 7/10. The story is totally bananas. The idea that emerges--that there is a conspiracy so vast that, not only can it never be entirely exposed, it can never be entirely understood--is so goofy that it's amazing this film was ever made. I'd like to see a sequel where the middle managers and higher ups in Parallax admit that even they don't know what is going on. Keeping the action all on Beatty was an effective way to promote a sense of paranoia, however. He never knows more than we know, so we're all in this together. Anyway, the film's style perfectly lends itself to such cryptic storytelling, with lots of long shots and close-ups and nothing in between, with anamorphic frames that are alternately spare and cluttered, and of course with that great Gordon Willis dark lighting. The almost casual way in which characters get bumped off is also refreshing. People are praising the new Criterion blu and no doubt it is a huge improvement over what's been available but I found some problems with it (for example, at the beginning, characters in low light often have orange skin tones). Some of the extras with the people who collaborated on the film made me appreciate the filmmaking more, although maybe this material is already well known.
I had never seen this until last night. I really enjoyed it, but one scene drove me nuts. I was glad to hear Gordon Willis say the same thing in the interview with him on the Criterion disc. Why on earth was that stupid bar fight even in a picture like this one? No wonder Willis was loathe to shoot it. Suddenly this cryptic weirdness became a run-of-the mill action film that jolted me right out of the mood.
Wasn't that bar fight toward the begining? I seem to remeber it was, and the idea is that the movie slowly transitions from "almost a regular action flick where the individual is almighty" to some kafkaesque dysptopia where individuals no matter who they are get crushed by the system. That doesn't mean there isn't a tone issue, especially since the movie starts with highly stylized, semi cryptic scenes that make the big action sequence feel kinda outa place anyway. But to me that's still the chore idea behind the curtains.
Also if you arent the right crowd for this movie, you'll endure pain and disgust for 2h30, so just in case, watch the filmmakers' old music video for Turn Down for What:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMUDVMiITOU
Drink was right on time.When I'd told him about the screening, he'd gone into an I-know-Lincoln-Center-but-I'll-ask-someone-when-I-get-there routine."It's the Walter Reade," I'd said. "Where we saw Once Upon a Time in America, many moons ago."That had seemed to stir his memory. It brought things back for me too: Treat Williams and Jimmy Woods and William Forsythe in the audience. De Niro had been there too, but he hadn't stayed beyond the intro. Those other stalwarts, though, sat and watched the whole thing.Good times. That was also when I'd first realized Drink had ADD, getting up every five minutes to go to the toilet or visit the concession stand or who knows what all else.He wanted popcorn today too. There were three containers of popcorn on display behind the counter, a large, and two smalls. Drink asked if the popcorn were fresh."Our popcorn is always fresh," the guy minding the stand said."When was it made?"The guy thought. "About an hour ago. That's what we have. We won't be making any more."We were at an 8:45 showing, the last of the day. I guess they know their clientele. Those Lincoln Center f***s don't eat a lot of mid-to-late-night popcorn, it seems.But Drink was determined to have some and he wanted me to have some too so he ordered two containers. At first he wanted the two small containers, but then decided he'd take one of the smalls, and I should get the large. Some kind of private joke he hadn't let me in on.We got our snacks and a couple of drinks, leaving one small container of popcorn behind.Drink suddenly flashed on an idea. "Hey, DJ, we could buy that last popcorn and scalp it."I thought that was pretty funny. We went up to the woman scanning tickets and got our tickets scanned.I asked, "Is the manager around?""I'm the manager. What can I do for you?"Outside I'd seen a poster advertising the next retrospective that would play after the current series was done. The series we were attending was called Rende-Vous with French Cinema, or some such nonsense. The coming one was about Kinuyo Tanaka, a Japanese actress who had gone on in late career, in the 50s and 60s, to direct six films. The retrospective would feature those six films.Anyway, the poster was a thing of beauty, and I wanted it, so I inquired."We don't usually give away our posters," the woman said. "But you can leave your name and contact info, and if no one else speaks up for it, after the series finishes . . . well, we might call you." Yeah, a long shot, sure. One worth taking, though.We went in and found we had, pretty much, our choice of seats. Drink took a while to decide just where the perfect location was. He always likes to sit towards the back.We caught up. He showed me a photo of his current squeeze, "Miss Baltimore." He asked if I thought there'd be a lot of trailers to watch or if the feature would start right on time. Trailers at the Walter Reade? Not likely.The reason he wanted to know, he told me, was that he liked to time his pre-feature bathroom visit as close as possible to the actual start time of the feature. You know, take care of business and then relax for two hours. Hey, and I thought *I* was the old man here!Drink got back just as the house lights were dimming."So, what are we watching, anyway?""It's a French film.""Is it an old French film or a new French film?""2021. Noodles recommends it. He says it's the future of cinema." Drink can be very chatty during a film. The movie, Undercover, started and immediately there was a title stating the locale, which was Marbella, Costa del Sol."Where's Marbella?" Drink asked."I think it's in Spain.""You need to learn how to whisper.""F*** you."A few seconds went by and Drink noticed something. "It's in 4:3!""It certainly is."The opening sequence ended, there was a dissolve to black, then a scene in a disco, then a cut to a guy on a motorbike, then a cut to the motorbike guy, a journalist, now walking into the office where he worked.Drink said, "What was that B.S. with the motorbike? Just cut to the guy coming into his office!"I dunno, I kind of like street scenes. And street scenes with rapid movement are killer. Happily, at that point Drink quieted down and watched the movie.About an hour in, though, he took out his phone and checked the time. "DJ, how long did you say this movie is?"I held up two fingers.Drink tried getting a connection on his phone but found that the theater was shielded. Those Lincoln Center f***s!Later during the libel trial scene Drink got excited. "DJ, no cuts!"Great, another long-take-looney. It's just a technique like any other."Uh oh, a cut there!"He was right, but the cut was admirably done. Always cut on movement and/or into movement. Noodles had taught me that. Undercover's director, Thierry de Peretti, is no slouch.We got to the credits. The walk-out music was The Blue Nile's "Over the Hillside." Yeah, I remember 1989 too."What the hell was that?" Drink wanted to know."Noodles says it's the future of cinema."Walking together back to the subway station at Columbus Circle I said, "Noodles says he might be coming to New York in September. We're all gonna meet up at McSorley's. I think the idea is that you'll be buying the drinks, Drink.""Yeah," Drink said, thinking. "We'll go to McSorley's. And when we see Noodles, we'll pants that little French f***!"I got on the platform for the "1" train, heading downtown. Drink walked most of the platform with me and then headed downstairs. I think he said he was taking the "2" train.Film: 4/10. Watching It With Drink: 10/10.