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- <title>
- Nov. 16, 1992: Reviews:Cinema
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
- Nov. 16, 1992 Election Special: Mandate for Change
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- REVIEWS, Page 95
- Adding Kick To the Chic
- CINEMA
- </hdr><body>
- <p>By RICHARD CORLISS
- </p>
- <p> TITLES: FIVE MOVIES WITH A SUBVERSIVE ATTITUDE
- DIRECTORS AND WRITERS: People you don't know, but soon may
- THE BOTTOM LINE: When young directors choose a hero for
- their first films, the outlaw is in.
- </p>
- <p> The apprentice painter hones his rough craft by sketching
- a bowl of fruit or a reclining nude. The would-be novelist
- pulls a diary from her dresser and changes the names. But
- ambitious young film makers, with a fondness for old genres and
- an eye to the box office, take tours of the underworld. When in
- doubt, go with the gangsters. Not every first-time director can
- make Citizen Kane; the budget, let alone the vision, would be
- out of reach. But a Mean Streets, Martin Scorsese's 1973
- breakthrough film about a brotherhood of toughs in Manhattan's
- Little Italy, is something to shoot for.
- </p>
- <p> And keep on shooting. Blam! Blam! In this year's heralded
- crop of low-budget films from tyro directors, the outlaw is in.
- Quentin Tarantino's Reservoir Dogs: gangsters pull a heist, then
- engage in a long therapy session of bitchery and carnage. Tom
- Kalin's Swoon: those gay cutups of the '20s, Leopold and Loeb,
- are back, artier and hornier than ever. Stacy Cochran's My New
- Gun: doctor gives his restless wife a handgun; audience waits
- for it to go off. Add two other, more seasoned directors of
- outlaw movies -- Abel Ferrara (Bad Lieutenant) and Hal Hartley
- (Simple Men) -- and you have a tough new movie generation. If
- they'd all gone to film school, their yearbook portraits would
- be mug shots.
- </p>
- <p> They follow the lead of Joel and Ethan Coen's Blood Simple
- (1984), which targeted as its audience the cinema intelligentsia
- bored with both the languid pace of European festival films and
- the exhausted formulas of Hollywood. These movie goers want a
- little kick with their chic. To their rescue ride the art-house
- outlaws.
- </p>
- <p> These movies embody the lure and liberation of
- irresponsibility. Their makers know that evil, as a dramatic
- subject, is no more compelling than the moral ambiguities -- the
- career fears and emotional compromises -- that rule most
- people's lives, but it is more photogenic. Here is the new
- creed: movies are pictures of stuff happening. And the uglier
- the stuff, the more, well, cinematic the result. Naked
- aggression is sexy. I shout in your face. I spit in your face.
- I blow off your face. I blow up your family. I blow up the city.
- So many films today want to begin with invective and end in
- apocalypse. Everybody dies; get there first. Made it, Ma! End
- of the world!
- </p>
- <p> That's the itinerary of the ultra-violent gangsters in
- Reservoir Dogs. When they are not exploring the priapic subtext
- of lyrics to Madonna songs or debating the efficacy of tipping,
- they are shooting (or, vividly, torturing) anyone who gets in
- their way, including themselves. It's Glengarry Glen Ross at
- gunpoint. The talented Tarantino has devised one bravura
- sequence in which an undercover detective acts out, for the
- benefit of the duped hoodlums, a fake story about a close call
- with the cops; easing from the past tense to the present and
- then into seductive fantasy, the sequence reveals how we all
- must be performers, acting for our lives. But most of the movie
- is Actors Acting: gifted guys (Harvey Keitel, Tim Roth, Steve
- Buscemi, Chris Penn) running nattering riffs on familiar lout
- themes.
- </p>
- <p> Swoon, another fable of a vicious, failed crime, renounces
- the garish naturalism of Reservoir Dogs. Swoon is artifice
- aspiring to art. So was the 1924 atrocity it portrays. When
- Nathan Leopold (Craig Chester) and Richard Loeb (Daniel
- Schlachet), two rich young homosexuals, murdered the child Bobby
- Franks, they were creating a portrait of themselves: powerful
- elitists, unsullied by the vulgarity of conscience. Director
- Kalin -- a comer -- is smart enough not to explain the
- murderers. Instead, in a chiaroscuro cinema style that suggests
- morgue photos taken by Cecil Beaton, he presents the pair as
- stars of their own camp pageant, a sickly sweet deb ball, where
- the revelers dance all night on the bodies of their inferiors,
- then wake up to find their dreams in chains.
- </p>
- <p> Some people are condemned by what they dare to do, others
- by what they dare not. Debbie (Diane Lane), the harried
- housewife in My New Gun, seems reluctant to keep her revolver,
- let alone fire it. But her weirdly devoted, devoutly weird
- neighbor Skippy (James LeGros) is happy to take it off her
- hands. Debbie's pompous husband (Stephen Collins) to Skippy:
- "What are you doing with my wife's gun in your pants?" My New
- Gun's dramatic tension arises both from the eccentricity of the
- performers -- except for the sweetly befuddled Lane, the only
- human on this planet -- and from the audience's familiarity with
- so many other movies where guns go off all the time. It has the
- assured, affectless style of Twin Peaks remade as a sitcom.
- </p>
- <p> My New Gun is Freon; Bad Lieutenant is sulfur. Ferrara's
- fifth film, about a New York City police officer (Keitel again)
- caught in a toxic vortex of drugs, sex and gambling, has been
- rated NC-17. Two scenes are indelibly repellent. In one, a nun
- is raped in a church; in the other, the cop viciously and
- pathetically humiliates two teenagers with verbal sexual abuse.
- The movie, a lapsed Catholic's anguished prayer for last-minute
- salvation, says the cop is so addicted to sin he can't enjoy it.
- "Vampires are lucky," observes the cop's junkie girlfriend
- (co-screenwriter Zoe Lund). "They can feed on others. We gotta
- eat away at ourselves." Bad Lieutenant is a serious film about
- the gnawing of conscience and the thirst for redemption, but the
- tone is so dispassionately vile it may leave viewers shaken or
- sick.
- </p>
- <p> So emerge from hell into the Zen state of suspended
- agitation that Hal Hartley calls Long Island (though Simple Men
- was actually filmed in Texas). In the writer-director's third
- feature, following The Unbelievable Truth and Trust, a handsome
- bank robber (Robert Burke) and his decent younger brother
- (William Sage) search for their father, "the radical shortstop,"
- who played for the Dodgers in the '50s and reputedly bombed the
- Pentagon in the '60s. Fugitive and busted on Long Island, the
- brothers fall in with the Hartley stock company of cagey women
- and forlorn men. To their deadpan surprise, the brothers find
- that they are needed. Or at least tolerated. Tolerated will do.
- </p>
- <p> Without half trying, Simple Men synthesizes outlaw cinema.
- It has a quest and a heist. It offers analysis of both Madonna
- (who "exploits her sexuality on her own terms; that means she
- names the price") and the Madonna ("She has a nice personality;
- she's also the Mother of God"). It has outlaws and in-laws. It's
- got tough guys waxing poetic and stupid guys acting tough. If
- Clint Eastwood were to play all the roles in a Woody Allen
- movie, it would sound like this: a flinty reading of home
- truths after the home burned down. "There's no such thing as
- adventure," the robber says. "No such thing as romance. There's
- only trouble and desire."
- </p>
- <p> Makes sense to anybody who's gone to the 'plex lately. Or
- maybe Hartley is kidding. It's hard to tell with the smartest,
- orneriest new outlaw in the movies.
- </p>
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