Saturday, October 21, 2017

John Carpenter Revisited: STARMAN (1984)

Hero Initiative art by Cat Staggs (https://www.stormkingproductionsstore.com)

In a recent interview, John Carpenter justified the track selections for his retrospective album Anthology.   Perhaps the most surprising selection is the theme for his movie STARMAN—an odd choice because Jack Nitzsche, not Carpenter, composed it.  The director explains that he wasn’t allowed (by the studio brass) to compose the theme, because STARMAN was a romantic comedy and he was a “horror guy.”  Still, “It’s a theme to a movie that I’m very proud of.  My only romantic comedy, so why not.”

STARMAN is generally well-regarded, but not as frequently discussed as Carpenter’s other movies—probably because, in some ways, it doesn’t feel like a “John Carpenter movie.”  We think of Carpenter as an anti-romantic, arguably cynical, storyteller—and STARMAN is a boldly romantic, humanist film.  As the director himself has pointed out, it’s sort of the antithesis of THE THING (1982).  Just look at how the opening sequence of STARMAN contrasts with the earlier film; each one begins with an ominous UFO landing, and progresses to a grotesque alien transformation.  Everything after that is different.

Since THE THING was a critical and commercial disaster, doing something different was no doubt appealing to Carpenter, but the director also wanted to expand his range as a filmmaker—to break away from Naturalism, the “entrapment” theme, and the claustrophobic settings of his earlier films, and produce a bigger, brighter, more classical Hollywood movie.  It’s worth adding that Carpenter made STARMAN around the same time his son Cody was born, in the spring 1984—which may also partly explain his desire to tell a more optimistic story about the future of humanity.

By the time John Carpenter got involved, STARMAN had been in development hell for several years.  According to multiple sources, the biggest problem was that the script was deemed too similar to E.T. (1982).  Ironically, E.T. was the film that more or less sunk Carpenter’s THE THING.  Moviegoers in 1982 wanted friendly aliens and happy endings, not bleak visions of the apocalypse. 

Another irony: The directors who were attached to the project before Carpenter purportedly wanted to make STARMAN an effects-driven film, thereby marginalizing the love story.  Carpenter, the man behind the coldest effects-driven film of the 1980s, wanted to make a love story.  In contemporary interviews, he cited the following films as inspirations: THE WIZARD OF OZ (1939), IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT (1934) and David Lean’s BRIEF ENCOUNTER (1945).  A fairy tale, a screwball comedy, and a romantic drama. 


This week I decided to watch STARMAN and IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT back to back, for the sake of comparison.  Both are “road movies,” and both are essentially romantic comedies… but not exactly the same kind of romantic comedies.  IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT is, famously, the movie that inaugurated the screwball comedy formula—which was successfully mined by John Carpenter’s idol Howard Hawks (in TWENTIETH CENTURY, BRINGING UP BABY and HIS GIRL FRIDAY).  Screwball comedies were a product of the Great Depression, and frequently explored socio-economic / class conflicts.  But what everyone remembers about them is the way they depicted the battle of the sexes—with women on top.

In IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT, for example, Claudette Colbert is rich / naive and Clark Gable is poor / cynical.  Despite—or because of—the inescapable tension between them, they spend the movie fighting through their differences on an extended road trip.  By the end of the film, they realize they have fallen in love.  In STARMAN, by comparison, the male lead (Jeff Bridges) is alien / naïve and the female lead (Karen Allen) is human / cynical, but it’s still the tension between those worldviews that gives meaning to their journey.  Does that role reversal make STARMAN a screwball comedy, or a more traditional romantic comedy?

The question led me to Wes D. Gehring’s book Romantic Vs. Screwball Comedy: Charting the Difference, which proposes that there are five key differences between screwball comedies and romantic comedies.   The first key difference is that screwball comedies put the emphasis on “funny,” “accentuating broad physical comedy and ludicrous events,” while traditional romantic comedies put the emphasis on “love,” and “is more reality based, with little or no slapstick.”  For most of its running time, STARMAN leans toward screwball comedy—with Bridges doing a great “fish out of water”/ “stranger in a strange land” routine that offers plenty of opportunities for physical comedy. 


On the other hand, STARMAN seems to invert the male / female dynamic of most screwball comedies.  Gehring writes, “More often than not, the screwball comedy male must suffer through a ritualistic humiliation at the hands of the zany heroine and/or the plot itself.”  IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT illustrates this point, but there are even better examples; THE AWFUL TRUTH (1937), BRINGING UP BABY (1938), and THE LADY EVE (1941) come to mind.   In STARMAN, it’s the female character who suffers at the hands of the zany male hero.


Which brings us to Gehring’s third key difference between screwball comedies and romantic comedies.  The former, he writes, are stocked with flakey eccentrics, while the latter feature more serious, down-to-earth characters.  As an example, Gehring contrasts screwball heroine Carole Lombard in MY MAN GODFREY (1936) with romantic comedy heroine Audrey Hepburn in SABRINA (1954).  Karen Allen’s character in STARMAN is certainly closer to Hepburn; both women are suicidally depressed at the beginning of the film.  Unlike Humphrey Bogart in SABRINA, however, STARMAN’s male love interest is a screwball hero.  I wonder if Carpenter was aware of mashing up genres in this way.

The fourth key difference between the two genres, according to Gehring, is the “dating ritual.”  Screwball comedies create conflict through mostly-humorous love triangles, while romantic comedies put more emphasis on character differences (or, in the case of BRIEF ENCOUNTER, the divisiveness of real-world responsibilities).  As STARMAN unfolds, the comedy recedes, the love story grows, and the divide between the lovers is much bigger than character differences. Jeff Bridges and Karen Allen belong to entirely different species, and the impact of their romance—and of their journey together—is not just personal, but universal.  At this point, STARMAN embraces its sci-fi / fantasy influences over comedic influences, and becomes a romantic fairy tale.

Gehring’s final difference between screwball comedies and romantic comedies is related to plot pacing; he says screwball comedies “escalate near the close,” while romantic comedies adopt “a turtle’s pace” in the home stretch.  STARMAN escalates, but not in the way that a screwball comedy rides off the rails into unrestrained nuttiness.  In its final act, Carpenter’s film is more like a dramatic thriller—something along the lines of Alfred Hitchcock’s THE THIRTY-NINE STEPS, a different kind of road movie with a built-in ticking clock.  Will they or won’t they get to Barringer Crater in Arizona before Bridges becomes permanently stranded on a hostile planet?  The resolution is reminiscent of E.T., but Carpenter keeps it short and sweet, avoiding mawkishness.

A few years ago, I went on my own STARMAN road trip....

... ending at Barrington Crater near Winslow, Arizona
The director is understandably proud of this tonal anomaly in his career—a fleeting glimpse of his romantic, sentimental side.  In a 1985 interview, he recognized in himself and in the culture at large a profound need for something magical to counteract the grim reality of post-Vietnam / post-Watergate America.  He told L.A. Weekly’s Michael Dare, “The Karen Allen character is like we all are.  She’s lost her husband; he’s dead; she’s sitting drinking wine and going over the old days again, and she doesn’t have any hope left.  She gains the hope by a new feeling from this man.  She falls in love with him.  She allows herself to be vulnerable and humble again…. This is something we all want: to say ‘Listen, it doesn’t matter how many nuclear warheads there are or how we’re treating the Russians.  It’s all going to work out.’  It’s a nice fantasy.”

But maybe that’s all it was for the filmmaker?  When I interviewed Carpenter in 2008 for my documentary Nightmares in Red, White and Blue, he responded to a question about the post-9/11 “culture of fear” by saying that he didn’t really believe in STARMAN’s conclusion that humanity is at its best when things are at their worst.  “That’s not true,” he said.  “I wish it was true.”  (That’s the romantic in him—the wishing.)  What the aftermath of 9/11 showed, he said, is that when people are afraid, humanity gets real ugly.  I think it’s safe to say that he’s not feeling any more optimistic these days.

The anti-romantic sentiment seems to inform Carpenter’s more famous films, those made before and after STARMAN… but I cling to something else he said in that 1985 interview with Michael Dare, about the ability to be both a pessimist and an optimist at the same time.  He explained, “I’m very pessimistic about the long term: we’re all alone and we die alone... But I’m a short-term optimist.  I gained this by making movies in which it’s all going to work out.”  A film like STARMAN, he concluded, “touches a little thing inside of us.  It was easy for me to tap into that, real easy.  It’s a departure, because people haven’t seen something like this from me before.  But now they have.” 

All these years later, STARMAN remains a very bright light in the middle of the filmmaker’s dark galaxy.

Sunday, October 08, 2017

Slashback Video - Part 3



Continued from HERE...

In 1998, the home video business was booming.  DVD players were available, but VHS was still king—and more and more horror movies were becoming available on video every day.  At a certain point, I started saving money for weekend trips to Suncoast Motion Picture Company (a malls of America retailer), to buy movies that I couldn’t find anywhere else.  That's where I picked up X: THE MAN WITH THE X-RAY EYES, THE WICKER MAN, DARK STAR, GOD TOLD ME TO….  and a bunch of other movies that had existed on home video for years, but hadn’t been available through my local video stores. 

I was especially drawn to new releases from Anchor Bay Entertainment—beautifully restored, widescreen presentations packaged in pristine clam-shell boxes.   So far, I haven’t said anything about the tactile experience of the VHS era…. Simply put: it was comparable to what book nerds say about turning pages.  Those Anchor Bay clam-shell boxes were a sight to be held. 

Anchor Bay was at that time delivering highly-collectible versions of countless cult favorites: The Hammer Collection, The Lucio Fulci Collection, The Dario Argento Collection, Amando de Ossorio’s BLIND DEAD movies, Larry Cohen’s Q: THE WINGED SERPENT, David Cronenberg’s SHIVERS... And this was the beginning of the end for VHS.  By 2000 or 2001, Anchor Bay had stopped releasing titles on VHS; the format simply didn’t serve their devotion to quality or provide the extra space for bonus features they wanted to include.  The writing was on the wall. 

I bought my first DVD player in the summer of 1999 (so I could watch the extended version of ALIENS)… but I still loved video stores.  In fact, it was during this time (1999 – 2001) that I truly began to appreciate the video store experience... because I realized how individualistic it was.  Where you grew up and what video store was in your neighborhood determined what you were exposed to during those early years.  If / when you wanted to broaden your horizons, you had to actively search for new material.

While researching my book Nightmares in Red, White and Blue, I was constantly scouring new video stores for movies I hadn't seen before.  It was, in no uncertain terms, a treasure hunt.  I acquired literally dozens of video store membership cards, for stores all across my homestate of Virginia.  In a Charlottesville-based Blockbuster Video, I found ERASERHEAD, BLACK CHRISTMAS, and Mario Bava’s HATCHET FOR THE HONEYMOON. 


In and around Harrisonburg, where I went to college, I became a fan of Frank Henenlotter.  I think I had already seen BASKET CASE, but it was BRAIN DAMAGE that blew my mind.  I saw it sitting on a shelf at Hollywood Video, right next to Adam Simon’s underrated BRAIN DEAD.  I needed to have them both.


In that same store, I found time-worn copies of Ulli Lommel’s BOOGEYMAN movies, Bava’s PLANET OF THE VAMPIRES and BEYOND THE DOOR 2, as well as Charles B. Pierce's THE LEGEND OF BOGGY CREEK and THE TOWN THAT DREADED SUNDOWN.  These films all had lame cover art… but I didn’t need much convincing.  By then, I had a checklist of titles--taken from books like John Stanley's Creature Features and James O'Neill's Terror on Tape.

At one video store in Harrisonburg, where VHS rentals were used as filler in a fireplace showroom (!), I found the original U.S. release of Dario Argento’s PHENOMENA.  I already owned the Anchor Bay version, but it was still exciting to see the older cut of the film—released (with much more tantalizing cover art) as CREEPERS.  


Probably the most exciting discovery from that time period was an oversized, heavily-battered copy of a film that was, in my mind, an urban legend.  I never really expected to see it, and so I felt like I had struck gold when I actually did. 


When I went to Virginia Beach over the summers, I continued my search.  I vividly remember the day I found copies of SUSPIRIA and THE GATES OF HELL, at Moovies Video.  Yeah, really, that's what it was called... The mascot was a cow with sunglasses.  Lame brand; great store!  They also had copies of DEMONS 1 and 2, STAGE FRIGHT, TRAUMA, THE CHURCH, THE DEVIL’S DAUGHTER, SANTA SANGRE.  If you haven’t figured it out already, I had an Italian horror movie fetish around this time…

 

Did I mention EATEN ALIVE?  ALLIGATOR?  BURNT OFFERINGS?  And, just when I thought I’d seen everything… STREET TRASH?


On another day at another nearby video store, I found the old MGM horrors THE MYSTERY OF THE WAX MUSEUM and DOCTOR X.  These flicks were, at the time, pretty obscure.  It wasn't easy to find old (non-Universal) monster movies.  I filled out a membership application just for those two rentals. 

One Virginia Beach Blockbuster had a collection of early George Romero movies (SEASON OF THE WITCH, THE CRAZIES, MARTIN); another one specialized in early DePalma (SISTERS, PHANTOM OF THE PARADISE, THE FURY) and Cronenberg (THE BROOD, SCANNERS). 


Then there were one-offs: LET’S SCARE JESSICA TO DEATH, KINGDOM OF THE SPIDERS, PIRANHA, EYES OF A STRANGER.  The list goes on and on and on…


I realize I have turned this supposed reflection on the Slashback Video exhibit into an excuse to compile images of VHS covers.  Like those who contributed to Slashback, I have my own criteria for inclusion—I’ve focused on box art that made a significant emotional impact on me (and, in some cases, still does).  These images remind me of a time when watching a movie at home was a bit more of an experience, because the films were a bit more rare.  I don't resent the instant availability of films today, but I'm glad I discovered movies the way I did. 

A few years ago, I got so nostalgic for the real video store experience that I created an excuse to re-live it.  I did the majority of my “research” for the 2016 book The Quick, The Dead and the Revived at Eddie Brandt’s Saturday Matinee, an honest-to-goodness video store in North Hollywood, with more than 90,000 VHS tapes for rent or loan.  Over a period of several years, I watched so many movies from there that I actually killed my VCR.  


What I found is that the thrill isn’t gone… even though the vast majority of video stores are.  So if a virtual trip down memory lane doesn’t quite do it for you this Halloween season, may I suggest a trip to Slashback Video, Eddie Brandt’s or some other survivor of the analog era? 

As for me, I need to buy another VCR…. because this trip isn't quite over. 

Friday, October 06, 2017

Slashback Video - Part 2

Promotional art for Slashback Video exhibit at Bearded Lady's Mystic Museum in Burbank, CA

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Crozet, Virginia.  1991.  The first video store I visited in my new hometown was called Sandridge A&H.  It was one part general store, one part appliances store, one part video store.  I struck up a deal with the owners whereby I would help them organize the store in exchange for free rentals. Pretty great, right?  I promptly re-organized their video collection by genre, and started pulling my rentals from the horror section. 

Sandridge A&H was a “family” store, which meant it didn’t have an overwhelming selection of horror titles.  What it did have was a solid collection of the modern-day “classics”: the EXORCISTS, the AMITYVILLES, the HALLOWEENS, the FRIDAYS, the ELM STREETS, the EVIL DEADS, the HELLRAISERS, the Stephen King adaptations.  The owners weren’t horror enthusiasts, so they took their cues about what to order from VHS retailer catalogues.  If the box office numbers for a movie were high enough, they ordered it.  And box office numbers looked impressive for sequels, because VHS retailers often touted numbers for the entire series. 

Although the cover art was routine and boring, I began to see the oversized Warner Brothers boxes as reliable branding—simply because they released so many great titles.  


Still, I was more impressed with the gory stuff.


Once I’d exhausted the horror section of Sandridge A&H, I crossed the street to The Crozet Record Shop.  I’m not sure where the name came from, but The Record Shop was purely and simply a video store.  Once again, the owner of the store didn’t know much about horror movies—but he had a pretty great selection of them, because most of his VHS stock was on loan from a more eccentric store in nearby Charlottesville called Sneak Reviews.

This is where I became aware of the overwhelming influence of Freddy Krueger on the entire genre.  After the success of A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET, horror movies in the late 80s became increasingly abstract, surreal, and darkly comedic.  It would be years before I encountered the term “rubber reality”—Wes Craven’s phrase for “hallucinatory horror films that are not restricted by day to day reality”—but this is the type of horror film that I was drawn to at that time.  Conveniently, it was also the type of horror film that The Record Shop specialized in. 


The Record Shop is also where I learned to appreciate filmmaker Larry Cohen—beginning with the IT’S ALIVE trilogy.  Once again, those oversized Warner Brothers boxes weren’t much to look at… but the brand held up. 


In contrast, there were some forgettable movies with truly sublime cover art.  Some of the tag lines alone were worth the price of admission… 


Then there were the ultra-gimmicky VHS boxes—with literal bells and whistles! 


And… zombies.  Lots and lots of zombies.  This is where I first saw DAWN OF THE DEAD, and I was thrilled to find it sitting there on the shelf.


How can I explain the excitement of “discovering” a film like this to horror fans who have grown up with everything available at the push of a button?  If I try, it will sound like I’m claiming that “things were better” when movies were harder to find.  That's ridiculous, of course, because what fan of horror movies wouldn't want to have access to more horror movies?  What I’m really saying is that I think people used to appreciate films more because they were harder to find.  Because of their relative scarcity, watching these movies became an occasion.  And an obsession.

For me, DAWN OF THE DEAD opened up the door to dozens of lesser-known zombie films (mostly Italian, although you’d never know it by looking at VHS cover art). 


This brings me to the third video store in my hometown.  Videos Etc. was the farthest away from my house, but it was worth the trip for two main reasons.  #1. Rentals were 50 cents each on Mondays.  During the summer, me and my best friend Ben would rent our limit (seven movies each) and binge-watch horror movies for days.  #2. Videos Etc. was a bastion of grindhouse glory.  I don’t even know where to begin, so here’s a random sampling of titles that were too sleazy for the other stores in town. 


Thanks to all three video stores—not to mention various other retailers and libraries that played a supporting role in my corruption—I developed a pretty comprehensive knowledge of horror movies. At that time, I never dreamed that I would ever do anything practical with all my trivial knowledge fo the genre.  Then in college, I started making a list of every horror film I’d seen, and taking notes on story patterns, filmmaker bios, etc.  That was the beginning of my book Nightmares in Red, White and Blue. 

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