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Harvey Pekar 1939-2010
July 12, 2010
I was shocked and saddened today to find out that celebrated author and underground comic creator Harvey Pekar had died, seemingly unexpectedly, at the age of seventy. I first came to his work via a film based on his life, the wonderful American Splendor which takes its title from his autobiographical comics of the same name and from there I was soon sucked into his marvellous world of self deprecating autobiographical comics and passionate non-fiction graphic novels.
My favourite Pekar story also happens to be one of the first I read. The November 2006 issue of American Splendor opens with a tale called, “What happened to your parents?” In it, the curmudgeonly Clevelander charts the relationship he had with his parents from the point at which he left the family home; a story of family, love, death, guilt and cultural, bodily and mental decay – some of the hallmarks of his work. Depressing, yes, but never mawkish or self indulgent and, despite writing on such a deeply personal topic, Pekar’s gift for illuminating the human condition shines through.
The next issue opens with the tale of one man’s triumph over a blocked toilet – and I think that’s why Pekar was my hero.
The Winds of Change?
July 5, 2010
Since I haven’t had too much time to update this blog recently I thought it might be a good idea to repurpose some material. This – a look at issues of race and the concept of ‘orientalism’ in ‘Young Indiana Jones’ – might be a bit of a change from my usual waffle but hopefully still interesting.
I can wax lyrical about George Lucas and Stephen Speilberg’s Indiana Jones franchise until the snakes come home. I love the character. But, before I get distracted with bullwhips, Nazis or fortune and glory, it might first be best to describe what is meant by a term called Orientalism.
In 1978, theorist Edward Said described his theory of Orientalism as a distinctive means of representing race, nationality and ‘otherness’ that has been supported by and supportive of the West’s colonialist and imperialist attitudes to the East, “a political doctrine willed over the Orient because the Orient was weaker than the West, which elided the Orient’s difference with its weakness.”
In referring to “The Orient” Said refers to a number of Eastern and Middle-Eastern cultures and proposes that Orientalism is an example of “imaginative geography,” – that “The Orient”, far from being confined by natural boundaries, has been constructed through Western discourse. In outlining this concept he proposes three definitions.
Firstly, he describes Orientalism as providing a means for Orientalist scholars to justify and allow Western control and subjugation of Oriental lands. For example, if populations of the East are represented as being ruled by tyrannical overlords, this makes a case for Western intervention and rule; the West takes on a paternal role, a justification of Imperialist and colonial attitudes.
Secondly, Said suggests that Orientalism is an important factor in helping the West to define its image. By constructing the Orient as “the other”, the West is provided something to measure itself against and then judge itself as “normal.”
Thirdly, that the process of Orientalism is what has led to a false description and depiction of Oriental cultures. For example, for Europe to assert the image of itself as being cultured, civilised and mannered, it is useful to construct the Orient as an opposite – uncivilised, uncultured and savage – against which the West can measure itself.
Now, to relate this concept to the Indiana Jones franchise it is important to note that Said saw the majority of the film industry as representing orientalist attitudes.
In the films and television the Arab is associated either with lechery or bloodthirsty dishonesty. He appears as an oversexed degenerate, capable, it is true, of cleverly devious intrigues, but essentially sadistic, treacherous, low. Slave trader, camel driver, moneychanger, colourful scoundrel: these are some of the traditional Arab roles in the cinema…In newsreels or newsphotos, the Arab is always shown in large numbers. No individuality, no personal characteristics or experiences. (Said, 1978; 286)
Matthew Bernstein’s edited collection of film essays, Visions of the East: Orientalism in Film, traces depictions of the East in film from silent cinema entries like The Sheik (1921) and Thief of Bagdad (1924) through to modern action-adventure films (well, modern as of 1997 when the book was published), demonstrating a continued Western fascination in misrepresentations of the East through cinema.
I feel the need to add a disclaimer here by way of avoiding fan venom. It isn’t my intention to cast judgement upon Spielberg, Lucas et al. or to imply that the Jones films are without value, if anything looking at the franchise in this way makes it all the more interesting to me. To describe a film or television drama as being of Orientalist construction is not necessarily to judge the people behind said text’s construction as being maliciously racist, although in some instances this could of course be the case. A film or television programme need not even necessarily be knowingly political and of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom Dr. Kaizaad Kotwal notes:
It was be argued that, Spielberg’s Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, George Stevens’ Gunga Din and John Sturges’ Sergeants 3 are all political films. But, they are political not because that is what they set out to be, according to the intentions of their respective filmmakers, rather they are “accidentally political” by virtue of their filmmaker’s willful misrepresentations. (Kotwal, 2005)
In this respect, any Western film or product of popular culture can be evaluated in terms of how it may or may not present Orientalist ways of viewing the East, simply by virtue of the fact that it has been produced in the west and therefore will have been influenced by the society in which it has been produced.
The immensely popular Indiana Jones films series – consisting of Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981), Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1984), and Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989) – attracted criticism over what can be read as racist undertones in relation to the ways in which the films present various Eastern cultures. Important to consider is the fact that these are not niche films made by an unknown filmmaker and seen by a small audience, but high grossing and influential blockbusters that perhaps better reflect dominant American cultural attitudes during the decade of their production.
Following the release of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade in 1989 there were no firm plans for any further films to feature the intrepid archeologist. George Lucas, however, decided to use the demand for the character in his favour and took the opportunity to pitch a series that mixed the action adventure of the franchise with real life historical events in a television series that featured the adventures of young Indi. His hope was to encourage children to engage with History, using the medium of television as a teaching tool. The series, however, did not set the world on fire.
The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles is a series that I think is long overdue for reappraisal. For example, it was a landmark in terms of television production. Another of Lucas’ main reasons for producing the series was to test out digital imaging techniques that ILM had been developing for use in feature films. The size and scope of the series called for costly set pieces, hundreds of extras and recreations of the past that a few years earlier may have been considered unrealisable. The development of CGI and digital compositing opened up new possibilities. Although Lucas was unsure if this techniques were advanced enough to be used extensively in feature production, what a series like Young Indiana Jones offered him was the chance to effectively have his research and development paid for by television networks eager to capitalise upon the popularity of his franchise. Today the techniques pioneered by Lucasfilm in the production of Young Indi are utilised on almost any flagpole television drama you care to mention; from Lost to Doctor Who and Desperate Housewives.
For our purposes however, the series is interesting to look at in relation to the concept of Orientalism and the accusations of racism that have been levelled at its parent film series. Edward Said’s theory of Orientalism – a long-standing process of representing and misrepresenting the East in relation to the West – has been engaged with in relation to many film and television texts, particularly in relation to Hollywood cinema. Stephen Speilberg’s popular Indiana Jones films during the 1980s have been accused of propagating Orientalist stereotypes and are an example of a set of movies which have been criticised for their depiction of various non-American cultures. My argument is that The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles can be viewed as presenting a more complex relationship with the concept of Orientalism than the series’ parent films, which have tended to garner a greater amount of critical attention.
Although he does not explicitly state it, Cedric Robinson describes Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom as an Orientalist text in his essay Indiana Jones, the Third World and American Foreign Policy: A Review Article. Although set during the 1930s, Robinson saw the film as a reflection and extension of contemporaneous Western attitudes to the non-European world; a post-colonial misrepresentation of India.
They have not acquired these images from history texts. Instead, these images are transmitted by the largest communications industry the world has ever known. They are not happenstance, not the simple result of imaginative brain-storming. These images are culled from the encoded cultural text of the society. (Robinson, 1984; 85)
Raiders of the Lost Ark, in particular, is a good example of Said’s theory of Orientalism in film at work, as it depicts many of the character archetypes he lists above; as stooges for the film’s main Nazi villains, Egyptian heavies are afforded little individual identity, hidden beneath robes and turbans and displaying ogre-like characteristics. Even the film’s sole sympathetic Eastern character, Sallah, can be seen to conform to the character type of the colourful scoundrel.
Putting his case forward more bluntly, J. Hoberman states:
Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom is inordinately racist and sexist, even by Hollywood standards… The film’s only humanized nonwhite is necessarily 10 years old. Indeed, when not particularly downward trodden, the denizens of the third world theme-park where Indiana seeks his fortune and glory are all duplicitous, evil scum whose favored cuisine is a suitably yuckey repast of raw snakes, giant beetles, and chilled monkey brains. (Holberman cited in Robinson, 1984; 85)
Certainly the depiction of Indians in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom conforms with Said’s comments on the depiction of ‘the Arab’ in film and television. For the most part the Indians in Temple of Doom are depicted en-mass. They are either presented as either evil hordes of sword wielding enemies to be dispatched, or as friendly villagers in need of a helping hand from our western hero. In the rare instance that a character is singled out as an individual persona, they are presented as villainous, misguided or in need of Western help to live their lives.
However, in comparison to these cinematic entries, little critical attention has been paid to the Indiana Jones films’ companion television series, The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles, which I would argue presents a more complex relation to Said’s theory of Orientalism.
As well at the depiction of the colonised in the Indiana Jones franchise it is important to consider the role of the coloniser. In his analysis of the film Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, Kotwal notes that the colonial presence in India is portrayed as benign and unintrusive. With the true villain of the film being Mola Ram, the anti-colonial Indian leader of the cult of Kali, British troops are presented as a necessary presence. Their victory over the “uncivilised” indigenous villains justifies their continuing control of the remaining population who are unable to maintain peace or govern themselves without Western support. By way of contrast though, several episodes of The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles portray colonial presence as detrimental to the indigenous population. The Winds of Change depicts the events surrounding the Paris Peace Conference at the end of the First World War and deals with the real life decision to divide a post-war Middle East between Britain and France rather than to grant Arabian independence as was originally agreed in order to gain Arabian support during the conflict. In doing so, the tele-film depicts the calls for Arabian independence in a sympathetic light. Far from the pantomime villainy of Mola Ram, historical figure Prince Faisal of Iraq is portrayed as a passionate and dignified man who is betrayed by Western powers who did not feel that the people they governed were capable of running their own nation. A delegation from Vietnam, too, are depicted as similarly subjugated. While demonstrating historical examples of Orientalism at work, this instalment of the series does not support it as a continued process in the same way the theatrical Indiana Jones films may, inadvertently, suggest.
The Winds of Change is not an isolated example of this; the instalment, Journey of Radiance focuses in part upon a multi-ethnic Theosophy movement based in Benares, India, in 1910. The plot concerns a group of Western scholars taking advantage of people’s religious beliefs for profit and glory but those who are fooled into believing a false doctrine by the villain of the episode are equally made up of both colonisers and colonised with neither group portrayed in a particularly ignorant light. In fact, it is a young Indian boy, the real life figure Jiddu Krishnamurti, who is depicted as wise beyond his years and who imparts valuable life lessons in multiculturalism to Indiana Jones. Unlike the character of Mola Ram, Krishnamurti is seen to have a positive impact on his follower’s lives.
Later in Journey of Radiance Indiana Jones falls ill in Peking. His mother exhibits closed-minded attitudes to “barbaric” Chinese but is later proved to be wrong when, as a last resort, she allows the local doctor to treat and cure her child. This section of the episode however, does exhibit a similar attitude as Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, to Western intervention in the East Just as the villagers in that film needed Indiana Jones’ help to retrieve their children and end starvation in the land, the poor but welcoming Chinese family who take in our hero and his family in Journey of Radiance require Mrs. Jones help to drive away an evil landlord.
To depict The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles as an idealistic and all-embracing television series that side-steps Orientalism at all times would be misleading. There are instances where the series could be viewed as presenting an equally problematic Orientalist discourse as its parent film series. Take, for example, My First Adventure, which features echoes of depictions of the Orient found in Raiders of the Lost Arc and Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. The plot of this instalment of the series deals with slavery in 1908 Tangiers, Morocco. All of the characters, with the exception of the young Indiana Jones but including Westerners who do not agree in principle, are portrayed as accepting slavery as part of Oriental culture. While this in itself may just accurately reflect historical Orientalist attitudes, what is more problematic is the depiction of the Slavers and Moroccan population. The slavers are all portrayed as a homogenous group of grotesque child beaters and the only other indigenous characters we meet who are not involved in the slave trade conform to stereotypes of servants or eccentric shop keepers. This again relates back to Said’s summary of the Arab in film.
Also problematic are the scenes in which Indiana Jones disguises himself as different Arabian characters in Daredevils of the Dessert. To do this he chooses to adopt two personas that would fit well into Said’s description of the depiction of Oriental culture in film and television; firstly as a crippled beggar and then as a buffoon merchant, adopting comic accents for each. What is more odd is that the indigenous population are easily fooled by these caricature costumes.
What, then, can explain this adjusted, if still complex, engagement with Orientalism in this television series as opposed to the theatrical Indiana Jones films? Firstly, the very fact that The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles was a television series means that there is simply a greater amount of material to view and analyse; there is more room from variation in this production than there could have been during a three film run that totalled under six hours. Being a television series also meant that a larger creative staff were involved. While George Lucas oversaw production and outlined starting points for each storyline, the final scripts were written by a pool of writers from different backgrounds who obviously brought their own cultural points of view to the table. Different directors were also assigned to each instalment. It should be noted though, that while the backgrounds of this team of writers and directors did vary, they remained for the most part either British of American.
The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles was also a venture, on the part of Lucas, in “Edutainment”. Unlike the Indiana Jones film series, which claims to offer nothing more than enjoyable, escapist entertainment, the television series had a duty to make good on historical accuracy. An historical figure, for example, like Prince Faisal had to be portrayed in something at least approaching an authentic light. As mentioned above, the series frequently depicts Orientalism at work during the early part of the twentieth century but crucially does not always accept it as a given or necessary thing, perhaps reflecting a more current historical viewpoint.
The series was also produced, some time after Said’s first work on Orientalism and the criticisms surrounding the depiction of Muslims and Hindus in the Jones film franchise. If viewed as a response to a critique of Orientalism, perhaps this may account for the series negotiated relationship to the theory.
One last point worth considering is that The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles did not perform as well as its parent film series, running for only two series. Instead of reaching a natural end it was cancelled by television networks despite Lucas’ attempts to change the format of the series during its later run. Of course the depiction of Indiana Jones in this series does not occupy the same space in the public consciousness that Harrison Ford’s interpretation of the role still does. In some respects this can be viewed as an indication that the series’ negotiated relationship with Orientalism did not reflect it’s audiences attitudes or expectations as well as Spielberg’s theatrical films.
Regardless of the reasoning behind this variation between the film and television series, the fact remains that The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles presents an interesting relationship with Orientalist theory that differs from the Indiana Jones film series. As it stands The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles remains an under-studied aspect of the Indiana Jones franchise but hopefully the above text might give at least one good reason for affording it a little more attention.
The Great Unwatched #4: The Swarm
June 10, 2010
Irwin Allen’s 1978 film, The Swarm is another of those films I have seen in fits and bursts on television but never once all the way through and despite owning it on DVD for some years only now have I actually gotten round to subjecting myself to it. I say subjecting myself as The Swarm‘s reputation precedes it. Arriving at the tail end of a decade that had embraced the disaster genre and milked it for all its worth, the film’s tale of Mutated African Killer Bees run amuck in Texas appears to be almost universally derided. Scoring a below average 4.0 on IMDB and a pathetic 14% at Rotten Tomatoes, both fairly decent indicators of an overall cinematic consensus. Even Michael Caine considers it the worst film he has ever made (Has he not seen the remake of Get Carter?). Industry Bible Variety published its damning indictment at the time of the film’s release:
Killer bees periodically interrupt the arch writing, stilted direction and ludicrous acting in Irwin Allen’s disappointing and tired non-thriller.
But you know what? I enjoyed it. Yes it was a silly premise and sometimes the poe-faced delivery of lines like, “And I never dreamed, that it would turn out to be the bees. They’ve always been our friend,” don’t exactly have one quivering in one’s seat at the thought of it all coming true. But let’s face it, after having already tackled floods, earthquakes, towering infernos and in a market saturated by derivative apocalyptic films he had inspired, where was Allen meant to go. Bees aren’t the most silly plague he could have come up with, let’s not forget Night of the Lepus.
Part of the fun for me when watching disaster films is identifying with the exaggerated but plausible situations. What would you do if you were trapped at the top of a blazing skyscraper? What would you do if stranded upon a rapidly sinking luxury liner? What would you do if you start hallucinating a giant killer bee at the foot of your hospital bed after both your parents have been stung to death during a picnic. Well, maybe not that last one. But there is still something to think about when watching the citizen’s of The Swarm being evacuated on trains at a minutes notice or desperately trying to find refuge as air-raid sirens sound. It also helps when you come to care about the characters too, and although Michael Caine isn’t given much to sink his teeth into as the leading man I did find myself caring about Richard Widmark’s General, Henry Fonda’s Scientist and Fred MacMurray’s Mayor.
You also have to marvel at some of the technical feats achieved here. When people are attacked by bees in this film, they really are attacked by bees. Months of preparation were put into selecting the right breeds and removing harmful stingers. When committed to film there is a realism to the swarm attacks that you wouldn’t get in today’s CGI dependant industry. Compare, for example, the first bee attack in The Swarm, to the red ant attack in Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. The latter film may be more visually dynamic, but you’re never in any doubt as to what you’re seeing isn’t real.
The Swarm may be hokey, the effects may sometime appear dated, and the actors may occasionally seem lost, but I’d still take it above The Day After Tomorrow or 2012 any day. At least in the 1978 film, despite all of its absurdity, there is some craftsmanship up on the screen to find yourself involved with.
Scan, Bam, thank you Ma’m
April 1, 2010
A couple of weeks ago, film critic, beardie, and all round nice guy Leonard Maltin tipped his readers off to an ongoing project headed up by film historian David Pierce of the BFI’s National Film and Television Archive. The scope of this project is enormous but the intent is for thousends of film and radio industry journels, fan magazines and trade papers from the early half of the twentieth century to be digitised and made available to schollars world wide.
Periodicals like Photoplay, Moving Picture World, Variety and Radio Guide can help shed new light on well trodden histories, revealing insights into how the film industry viewed censorship, detailed info on the wherabouts of famous directors, producers and actors on specific dates, or how fans responded to screen stars. Also worth noting is how the way in which films were advertised has changed. The scan below reveals that Hollywood during it’s golden age suffered from the same anxieties that it is seen to suffer from today.
This is exactly the kind of archive I would have loved to have had available during the research for my upcoming book Marx and Re-Marx. Although I was able to track down a number of ancient clippings via paper-based archives the experience of doing so was almost always tedious and unpleasant – I’m looking at you Collingdale Newspaper Library. (I should note, however, that it was always a pleasure to communicate with fellow collectors and film fans)
Time is running out to preserve and cherish these increasingly rare and valuable materials so I’m going to be doing all I can to encourage David Pierce in his endeavors. If you are at all interested in preserving film history for generations to come I suggest you do the same. To see what has been achieved so far you can visit the Internet Archive and at the projects own temporary web space.
Sorry!
March 30, 2010
Just a quick note here to apologise for my lack of updates over the last month. Illegible Me is far from dead but a hectic work/university schedule has reduced the amount of time I have had available for any worthwhile blogging. Still, the time I have had has been used fairly productively and there are some things in the pipeline that I hope will come to light over the next couple of months. A clue to the site’s new direction may be found in the image above.
The Great Unwatched #3: The Intruder
February 18, 2010
Another unwatched movie, another Corman. The Intruder (1962) tells the story of Adam Cramer, a racist rabble rouser who descends upon a small town in the American south intending to spark nothing less than an all out race war. In fact, the film is recognised as one of the first to directly address America’s civil rights issues during the mid twentieth century. All too often Roger Corman gets classified as a cheapskate genre filmmaker, but while it is true that he knew how to make movies of incredible scope on miniscule budgets, a movie like The Intruder, which he calls his most personal film, is all the evidence needed to cement his reputation as one of the most important filmmakers of the American new wave.
The film hangs upon William Shatner’s fantastic, intimating, vulnerable, mysterious, pre-Star Trek performance as Adam Cramer. The character of Cramer is interesting because we know so little about him. He claims to represent the Patrick Henry Society back in Washington DC and we learn that he was raised in California but that is about all we learn. Although he wastes no time in charming his way into the lives of the townspeople he never comes across as anything other than an outsider. Questions always hangs over his head; who does he represent, why does he hate Negroes, why does he seek control of the townspeople?
In a number of scenes there are subtle hints that Cramer might even be an outsider in relation to humanity – a messenger from hell. He arrives in town wearing incongruous dark shades, as if unused to sunlight. Peering out of the window during his seduction of his neighbour’s wife the rabble rouser gazes at his handiwork. Corman chooses this moment to superimpose the burning cross Cramer has facilitated over Shatner’s face. He’s also able to control the temperature of the room, even if all his actually does is to switch the lights off and talk his potential conquest into believing he has taken control of the situation. He worms his way into the lives of most of the townsfolk, praying on their vanity and insecurities. Interestingly, The Intruder is based on a novel by Charles Beaumont, who also features in the film as the High School Principle. Beaumont was a key contributor to Rod Serling’s The Twilight Zone – as was our good friend George Clayton Johnson who also plays a role – and it is easy to see how, with just a slight injection of the fantastic, this film could have easily sat alongside episodes in that socially conscious anthology series.
Perhaps the key to Cramer’s role in The Intruder can be found in one line of dialogue from the closest thing the film has to a hero. The town’s newspaper editor says, “One thing Adam Cramer’s done for us. He’s made us face ourselves.” Aside from a lot of talk, Cramer does nothing. In the case of the clan members, or the mob, he brings to their racial prejudice, fear and violent natures to the boil. In the case of people like Tom the newspaper editor, or Sam Griffin his salesman neighbour from the hotel, he brings forth selflessness, bravery, tolerance and love.
On the production side, the film captures the claustrophobia of small minded rabble rousing particularly well, with good performances from a relatively small cast of unknowns and actual townspeople who had little idea of the context of their appearances. Certain scenes even reminded me of the Zombie attacks in George Romero’s Night of the Living Dead series, with scores of bodies blocking the frame, rather than cramped interiors or low key lighting, creating a sense of entrapment and making good use of his limited cast.
Only one point in the movie is let down by Corman’s anaemic budget. Not to give anything away but at the closing of Charles Beaumont’s original novel, the national guard have to be called in to calm the townspeople. This was out of the question given the resources the filmmakers had available to them and so the film’s ending suffers somewhat. Watch it and you’ll see what I mean.
Sandwiched in-between entries in Corman’s Poe series, the intruder stands out in his filmography. Cinema-goers, too, must have noticed this shift in tone, as they stayed away in droves even though critics on both sides of the atlantic sang the film’s praises. You can see the impact this must have had on Corman in his later work. Although he would return to anti-establishment and socially conscious themes during the 1960s and 70s, from this point on he would always approach projects from a commercially viable, exploitation standpoint.
For anybody sufficiently interested, the entire movie is available to watch online for FREE at archive.org under it’s re-release title, Shame and Youtube carries a brief behind the scenes documentary.
The Great Unwatched #2: The Terror
January 25, 2010
Another week, another Boris Karloff movie! Until now, The Terror has been one of those films I have seen bits of, an opening here, an action sequence there, a trailer over in the corner. Perhaps not the best way to see a movie, but this scattered viewing approach somehow seems appropriate in this one case; in more ways than one, Roger Corman’s 1963 film, is a patchwork film. Famously produced in order to make use of a number of standing sets from Corman’s last production The Raven and to captilalise of a deal that allowed him to use veteran horror icon Boris Karloff for another day, the resulting film makes little sense, betrays its hastily assembled roots but in the end still ends up providing a fun viewing experience.
The story of The Terror‘s construction has been told before but it is probably worth telling again as it must be unique in the history of film production. Always eager to save a buck in making his films, Roger Corman was keen to take advantage of the fact that actor Boris Karloff still owed him a number of shooting days as a result of the filming of a previously contracted film coming in early. To make his star, crew and some impressive standing sets the director had to act quickly and so had some hasty scenes drafted up and got to work for two days shooting sequences involving the veteran horror star without a clear idea of how the whole thing would fit together. A lot of coverage was shot with Karlof and his main co-stars, Dick Miller and Jack Nicholon. When time ran out, the rest of the script was pieced together and because Corman had other commitments, other directors including rookie Nicholson, veterans Monte Hellman and Jack Hill, as well as an aspiring young filmmaker named Francis Ford Coppola, were drafted in to complete the picture. Although Karloff’s scenes may have been completed in two days, the rest of the film was assembled over the course of nine months!
I’ll attempt what they eventually ended up with the best I can. The year is 1806, and on a secluded beach, Andre (Jack Nicholson), a lost and dehydrated French soldier, is rescued by a beautiful young mystery woman named Helene who may or may not be a ghost/falcon. Soon after meeting him, she walks into the sea and vanishes. After trying to rescue her, Andre himself is rescued by the powerful, raspy throated Gustaf and an old woman who appears to be his guardian/keeper and who may or may not be a witch. Both deny all knowledge of any girl, even when she continues to reappear to lure Andre into ever more certain danger. Gustaf tells the soldier that the answers he seeks may be found at the castle of a man who may or may not be the Baron Von Leppe (Karloff). Making his way to the castle, Andre discovers that Helene happens to be the spitting double for the Baron’s dead wife, who was murdered at the hands of her husband some twenty years ago when she was discovered to be having an affair. Despite the protestations of the Baron and his faithful servant Stefan (Dick Miller!), Andre intends to get to the bottom of the matter and win the heart of the beautiful Helene. Phew, and that isn’t even half way!
At one point near the end of the film, Jack Nicholson grabs Dick Miller by the collar, pins him against the wall and demands, “Where’s the Baron!?” On cue, Miller spills his guts and explains the whole plot to the protagonist which is incredibly cathartic to any audience who has been sitting open mouthed throughout this tangled mess of a storyline!
Somehow, though, The Terror still manages to entertain. For starters it retains the general mise en scene of Corman’s recognised classic Poe adaptations, taking advantage of stock effects shots, sets and an imaginative behind the scenes team. In fact the script reads like the writers, asked for something similar in a hurry, randomly tore pages from the author’s complete works, threw them in the air, and kept what landed on the table. We have, haunted women, lovers driven mad with guilt and remorse, villainous birds and decaying corpses. This all combines for a rather hokey effect, in no way truly comparable to great works like Richard Matherson’s adaptation of The Fall of the House of Usher or Charles Beaumont‘s version of The Masque of Red Death. Still, despite it’s ad-hoc production, the film is watch-able and even includes some genuinely eerie moments and an ending that I certainly didn’t see coming.
I have a huge amount of respect for what Roger Corman was able to achieve with the frequently limited recourses available to him and one truely great thing to come out of The Terror was the director/producer’s ability to get even more work out of his star. Seeing that Karloff still owed him a couple more days shooting, Corman charged a young Peter Bogdanovich with the task of assembling a film out of:
a) Twenty minutes of Karloff outtakes from The Terror.
b) Twenty minutes of new footage shot on the days Karloff owed Corman.
c) Thirty minutes of footage shot over three days without Karloff.
Bogdanovich didn’t quite stick to these rules, he retained hardly any footage from The Terror, but the film he made, Targets, remains one of my all time favourites. It features an elderly horror actor, played by Karloff, who tires of making pap for low budget producers (represented by clips from The Terror!) as he comes to realise that his brand of gothic horror can’t hope to compete with the truly horrific events unfolding on the streets of modern America. A parallel story stand features a series of seemingly unmotivated killings perpetrated by the very picture of wholesome America and by the end of the picture the two worlds violently collide.
Targets is one I’m sure I will get around to writing about some day. To tide you eager beavers over until then, here is one of my favourite sequences.
The Great Unwatched #1: Abbott and Costello Meet Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
January 20, 2010
The funds in my DVD buying pot may be slightly lower this year than I’m used to, but when you’re given lemons you should make lemonade. I have a pile of discs from the past few years that is easily twice as tall as me that have yet to be watched so why not tackle the backlog now while I have nothing better to do?
First up is Abbott and Costello Meet Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, released in 1953 and included as part of the Region 2 Abbott and Costello: The Collection Box Set. I’ve had this on the shelf for about two years now and must have seen only about a quarter of the twenty or so films contained within. I’ll confess now that this is probably due to the fact that, unlike Laurel and Hardy or The Marx Brothers, I have no real affection for this comedy team. Whereas I find the former can get by on charm or coast on their comic personas I find that Abbott and Costello really need a strong script of unique gimmick to be really funny. Sadly, unlike Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein or Abbott and Costello Go To Mars, this film has neither. In some ways, the writing reminded me a little of Laurel and Hardy’s weaker 1940s efforts, where the screenwriters couldn’t quite get a handle on the established characters and in some cases couldn’t even manage basic story structure.
The monster too, usually a highlight of any spooky Abbott and Costello feature, is a little lacklustre here. Boris Karloff is around to play Doctor Jekyll with his usual greatness, but when the (admittedly impressive) transformation scenes take place, stuntman Eddie Parker takes over the role of Mr. Hyde. Parker seems to be an expert climber, scaling walls with impressive animalistic ease, but in most of respects his monster is lacking and too often reduced to standing bolt upright like a Victorian gentleman with a facial hair problem. The closing scene, which I won’t give away, also involved monsters and commits two offences. One; it isn’t funny. And two; it doesn’t even make sense!
The film isn’t a total write off, well delivered performances, good special effects and a handful of funny gags stop it from being boring and it’s always fun to watch Lou Costello in particular going through his usual shtick. Worth a watch once perhaps, but there are better offerings from this team to find time for first.
Beau
January 19, 2010I’ve posted this elsewhere but never tire of seeing it. I don’t think anyone other than James Stewart could have sustained interest like this during such a slow moving spot on a prime time television show. This isn’t to suggest I think he is being manipulative in any way, with Stewart I have no doubt that every ounce of sentiment is genuine.
