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You Better Run, You Better Take Cover: Bad Trip Australian Psychodrama Wake in Fright
Film/TV Jul 2, 2014 at 11:55 am
You Better Run, You Better Take Cover: Bad Trip Australian Psychodrama Wake in Fright
Kathy Fennessy
After watching John Curran's upcoming docudrama Tracks, in which a woman (Stoker's Mia Wasikowska) travels across the Outback, and David Michôd's recent repossession drama The Rover, in which a man (Animal Kingdom's Guy Pearce) does much the same—though for entirely different reasons—I realized it was time to catch up with 1971's Wake in Fright (The Rover opened two weeks ago; Tracks opens on September 19, 2014).
In Canadian director Ted Kotcheff's grubby psychodrama, an adaptation of Australian author Kenneth Cook's 1961 novel, a man (Zulu's Gary Bond) tries to travel from the Outback into the city, but the Outback just won't let him go (Joseph Losey associate Evan Jones wrote the script).
Bond, a bleached-blond British singer and actor with a young Peter O'Toole thing going on, plays John Grant, a one-room schoolhouse teacher in the tiny town of Tiboonda. Once Christmas break arrives, he hops a train en route to Sydney, stopping off in Bundanyabba, aka "The Yabba," for the night, where a cop (Chips Rafferty in his final film role) buys him beer after beer after beer. This leads John to believe he can make enough money playing two-up to pay off his bond and quit teaching--he would rather work as a journalist. Instead, he wins a hangover and loses his money.
Left: Thompson enjoying the kangaroo hunt
The next day, the heavy drinking continues. John's attempt to get busy with Janette (Kotcheff's then-wife, Sylvia Kay), the daughter of his host, Tim (TV actor Al Thomas), falls apart when a bout of nausea overtakes him. From the oh-well expression on her stoic face, it's clear she's been down this road before. The day after, John wakes up to another hangover, a shirtless Donald Pleasence, and a plateful of ground kangaroo.
After a breakfast of warm beer, he goes hunting with Pleasence's Doc, a self-proclaimed alcoholic, and his roughneck miner pals, Joe (Peter Whittle) and Dick (the great Jack Thompson in his first film role). They drink more beer and proceed to take their aggression out on a court of kangaroos (the film crew tagged along on a real hunt). It's all very psychedelic in a brown acid kind of way—you can practically smell the beer, blood, and body odor wafting off the screen. I really know how to sell 'em, don't I? Well, it's also rather beautiful in its way, especially John Scott's flute-saturated score.
As with British director Nicholas Roeg's Walkabout, also from 1971, the story ends much as it began, except that John can never return to the person he once was. If the two films share visual similarities, the storyline has more in common with John Boorman's infamous 1972 James Dickey adaptation Deliverance, in which Appalachia tests the mettle of four city dwellers (and was also made by an outsider). About Kotcheff's film, which was initially rejected by its home country, Nick Cave has said it's "the best and most terrifying film about Australia in existence."
Right: As this image attests: Pleasence is very good value
Kotcheff would go on to direct many other movies, including The Apprenticeship of Duddy Kravitz, North Dallas Forty, and First Blood, before becoming a producer on Law & Order: SVU (let us not speak of Weekend at Bernie's). In the intervening years, Australia has come to embrace Wake in Fright, which helped to kick-start the New Wave that launched Peter Weir (Picnic at Hanging Rock), Bruce Beresford (Breaker Morant), and Fred Schepisi (The Chant of Jimmy Blacksmith).
So, it's a good film and an important one, but it's no walk in the park despite a fair number of funny lines, all perfectly delivered. Though other actors, like Dirk Bogarde and Michael York, circled the part, the lesser known Bond, primarily a theater actor, turned out to be the perfect man to play the antihero (even if Cook wrote the character as Australian). Bond's ability to take his schoolteacher from condescension to degradation to uneasy acceptance helps this strong medicine go down easier than it would have otherwise—plus, I'm not sure that York or Bogarde would've been as willing to go full frontal in a sequence cut from the original American prints.
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Each Man Kills the Thing He Loves in Rainer Werner Fassbinder's Final Film, Querelle
QUERELLE
(Rainer Werner Fassbinder, Germany, 1982, 108 minutes)
Even by Rainer Werner Fassbinder's standards, Querelle is one odd film.
Adapted from the 1947 novel, Querelle of Brest, by the brilliant Jean Genet--and featuring then-scandalous illustrations by the equally brilliant Jean Cocteau--it's a hothouse melodrama about queer desire and criminality.
In Edmund White's monumental 1993 biography, Genet, he proclaims Querelle the French writer's "strongest book," explaining that, "Its themes are doubling, repressed homosexual desire, and violence." These themes in and of themselves were not unusual for either author or director, except Fassbinder renders every detail in an intentionally artificial manner.
After 1978 psychological thriller Despair with Dirk Bogarde, an adaptation of Nabokov's 1934 novel, it was Fassbinder's second feature film in English (though 1981's Lili Marleen was shot in English, it was dubbed in German).
Since he filmed in Europe with a European cast and crew, I wouldn't say he had gone Hollywood, but both films feature an English-speaking lead. In this case, American actor Brad Davis, best known for Alan Parker's Midnight Express, plays the title character, a French sailor, drug dealer--and murderer. Though Davis did not identify as gay, there's nothing shy or timid about his performance. The guy absolutely went for it.
I'm certain that the filmmaker found Genet's novel meaningful, not least since his filmography is populated by sexually-repressed criminal types, but he uses every trick in the book to keep us at arm's length from these characters. From Querelle on down, none of them are asking audience members to love them, but it's a feature, not a bug.
As Fassbinder said of Sirk's 1956 Southern Gothic melodrama Written on the Wind, "The good, the 'normal,' the 'beautiful,' are always utterly revolting; the evil, the weak, the dissolute arouse one's compassion."
In addition to the quotes that serve as chapter headings, most from Genet's novel, an uncredited American actor shares the narration with Franco Nero's Lieutenant Seblon. The Italian actor had costarred with Fassbinder in Wolf Gremm's cyberpunk thriller Kamikaze '89, they hit it off, and that's how the spaghetti western icon ended up in the film. Seblon is in love with Querelle, and spends most of it spying on him. He also keeps a tape recorder hidden in his coat to record their conversations, so he can play back the sound of his lust object's voice in the privacy of his own quarters.
All of the action takes place in a set-bound recreation of the port town of Brest.
A matte painting--or series of paintings--provides the backdrop, everything is bathed in a sulfurous golden glow, and instead of gargoyles, the brick wall separating land from sea features phallic buttresses, in addition to colorful graffiti.
It's as stylized, and as delightful, as Barbara Baum's costume design, from the jaunty red pom-poms topping the sailors' caps to the crystals adorning Jeanne Moreau's ears, neck, wrists, and hands as shot by frequent Fassbinder DP Xaver Schwarzenberger in the vein of Eduard van der Enden's work for Harry Kümel's Daughters of Darkness. In that 1971 erotic horror film, every candle and every sequin on Delphine Seyrig's show-stopping silver gown generates star-shaped sparkles (in a manner of speaking, Querelle qualifies as erotic horror, too). It's an in-camera effect you rarely see nowadays, and adds to the bleary, smeary, hyper-real atmosphere.
Nouvelle vague icon Moreau (Elevator to the Gallows, Jules et Jim) plays Lysiane, madam and owner of the Hotel Feria bar with her husband Nono, played by Günther Kaufmann, a Black German actor—and sometime Fassbinder lover—who appeared in 14 of his films.
Querelle has barely arrived when he reconnects with his brother Robert (Hanno Pöschl), a Feria regular, and offers to sell opium to Nono, who also tends bar. In the course of the transaction, he stabs his accomplice Vic (Dieter Schidor), a fellow sailor, to death--and licks the blood from the wound, thus confirming his nature as a sort of living vampire. Though he claims he's looking for "broads," he ends up having aggressive, sweaty sex with Nono, who uses it more as a means of control than pleasure. Though his every action suggests otherwise, Querelle insists, "I'm no fairy."
Throughout the film, Lysiane sings a song that rests on one line, extracted from an 1898 poem by Oscar Wilde--who was almost as familiar with penitentiary life as Jean Genet--and set to music by composer Peer Raben: "Each man kills the thing he loves." It isn't great, but it's far from terrible. Nonetheless, the party poopers behind the Golden Raspberries nominated it for worst song. To add insult to injury, they nominated Raben for worst score, though the woozy chorus of male voices fits the theme perfectly. (The film lost in both categories to Pia Zadora bomb The Lonely Lady.)
Though Querelle literally gets away with murder, his friend Gil (Pöschl again), who stabs another sailor to death, does not. The fact that the same actor plays both brother and potential lover adds an element of incestuousness, which may or may not have been Fassbinder's invention. After his arrest, Querelle offers to help Gil escape by setting him up with a change of clothes and a ticket to Bordeaux.
Before Gil's departure, the two share a kiss, and Querelle confesses, "I never loved a boy before, and you're the first one." It's the only truly tender moment in the entire film, but as the omniscient narrator adds, "He didn't know how to fuck a guy. The gesture would have embarrassed him."
Up until that point, Querelle had never initiated queer sexual activity; his encounter with Nono was his first time with a man. As the film ends, he's still among the living and still free, but I wouldn't say it's a happy ending.
In the novel, Genet sums up Querelle as follows: "He had appeared among them with the suddenness and elegance of the Joker in a pack. He scrambled the pattern, yet gave it meaning."
He could almost be describing the director. As Robert Horton wrote in 1983, "Fassbinder seemed to want nothing so much as to disturb us; in his films, when people start feeling comfortable, they start to fade away. Querelle may make you feel many things, but comfortable isn't one of them."
Just two months before Querelle's premiere, and after making 40 films in 15 years, the hard-living director would pass away at the age of 37. Only nine years later, Brad Davis would pass away at 41, seven months before the premiere of Robert Altman's The Player. It would mark his final film role.
Querelle is an odd film to be sure, but it's a beautiful one, too, filled with unforgettable imagery. Compared to more recent queer films, like João Pedro Rodrigues' O Fantasma or Alain Guiraudie's 2014 Stranger by the Lake, it isn't especially explicit, but in every other way, it's among the most deliriously homoerotic films ever made--and I didn't even mention Marco (co-writer Burkhard Driest), the corrupt cop dressed as a Tom of Finland-style leather daddy with a cap spelling out the word P-O-L-I-C-E--a possible nod to the B-O-Y caps that were all the rage in the 1980s and 1990s.
Rainer Werner Fassbinder may have died before his time, but there's no doubt he was having F-U-N right up until the very end.
Querelle opens at Northwest Film Forum on Aug 30. Fri and Sat screenings introduced by Navid Sinaki, author of queer Iranian noir romance Medusa of the Roses. Click here for tickets. Querelle is also available from Criterion Collection. The new release includes a behind-the-scenes documentary from Wolf Gremm and a video essay from Michael Koresky. (The film looks fantastic, though it could really use a commentary track.) Images from Janus Film (Brad Davis), Amazon (Genet: A Biography, Vintage, 1994), the IMDb (Franco Nero and Jeanne Moreau), and Cinema Delirium (Davis with Burkhard Driest and Günther Kaufmann and Davis with Hanno Pöschl).
Friday, August 23, 2024
We Got That Attitude: Ladies and Gentlemen, the Fabulous Stains with a Fiery Diane Lane
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FABULOUS STAINS
(Lou Adler, USA, 1982, 87 minutes)
Girls can't be rock and rollers. It's the facts of life.
--Billy (Ray Winstone)
Cursed with too much attitude, a young soap star acts up and loses her job. Abandoned by her father and orphaned by her mother, Pennsylvania teenager Corinne "Third Degree" Burns (a fine and feisty Diane Lane), who lives with her exasperated Aunt Linda (an unrecognizable Christine Lahti), starts a punk band with her sister, Tracy (Marin Kanter, who had appeared in Kathryn Bigelow's directorial debut, The Loveless, the year before), and her cousin, Jessica "Dizzy Heights" McNeil (Laura Dern, also very good).
Unlike many youth films of the 1970s and '80s, all three young women were real-deal teenagers, which added a verisimilitude that helps to compensate for other problems. Though Kanter, who would retire by the end of the decade, was 19 during filming in 1980, Lane and Dern were 15 and 13 respectively, and they hold their own with the seasoned actors in the cast.
In Charlestown, people consider her a has-been, but Corinne's attitude proves a blessing to her music career. After she catches a gig by the Losers--a baby-faced Ray Winstone with members of the Clash and the Sex Pistols (Paul Cook, Steve Jones, and Paul Simonon)--she finds a way to join their US tour. And with that, Ladies and Gentleman, the Fabulous Stains is off to the races.A cult hit in the 1980s, the film has since become a how-to guide for female rockers, like the riot grrrls who have cited it as an inspiration, most recently Kathleen Hanna (Bikini Kill, Le Tigre) in her rollicking memoir, Rebel Girl.
Tobi's dad, Eldon, was into laser discs at the time, and Tobi [Wilcox] lobbied hard for him to rent a disc about an all-girl punk band called Ladies and Gentlemen, the Fabulous Stains, but it wasn't available. Luckily, her uncle taped it off TV and we watched it on a Betamax tape. The three of us lay on our stomachs with our chins in our palms, transfixed as Diane Lane, playing the lead singer of the band, yelled, "I'm perfect! But nobody in this shithole gets me because I don't put out.--Kathleen Hanna (HarperCollins, 2024)
While non-musician Winstone as Billy rocks out convincingly, Tubes front man Fee Waybill, who had appeared in Robert Greenwald's rock musical Xanadu two years before, leads the Metal Corpses, "old farts" in platform heels and face makeup coasting on an old--and not very good--glam-rock hit. The three mismatched bands end up on the same tour bus.
It doesn't seem completely plausible that an untested and unsigned band--only three rehearsals to their name--would land a national tour so quickly, but stranger things have happened, and it sets the scenario in motion.
Suffice to say: the men do not welcome the women, and in a matter of speaking that was happening behind the scenes, as well, since the woman who wrote the script, Slapshot and Coming Home writer Nancy Dowd, was so unhappy with the finale that she gave herself the credit Rob Morton.
Then again, the Losers and the Corpses don't get along all that well either, and the girls only piss off the crowd at their first show, but Corinne's attitude does attract attention, along with her new bi-color hairstyle and skimpy outfit--she rejects the black pleather catsuit provided by Rasta promoter Lawnboy (Barry Ford) in favor of a pinup girl look with black panties and a see-through top that plays like Frederick's of Hollywood gone punk--though no one could have pulled that off quite like Lane, who would do much the same when she played a rock singer in Walter Hill's 1984 Streets of Fire.
On the way to California, one of the Corpses becomes an actual corpse, but the tour pushes on without them. In a framing device, entertainment journalist Alicia Meeker (St. Elsewhere's Cynthia Sikes), who's been covering Corinne since her acting days, reports on the tour. Soon, Tracy and Jessica have dyed their hair blonde and black, and now the trio looks less like the Runaways and more like a weird Rocky Horror hybrid, which may not be completely coincidental, since Adler, a music and movie producer, was behind the 1975 screen version of Richard O'Brien's cult-classic musical.
To the surprise of the Losers, audiences prefer the Stains. Their female fans, who call themselves Skunks, even start to dress like them.All of this might seem feminist, except The Fabulous Stains sends a decidedly mixed message. For one thing, cinematographer Bruce Surtees, a frequent Clint Eastwood collaborator for nearly 15 years, ogles the band and their fans, traveling up fishnet-covered legs and focusing in on the ladies' nether regions. The intention may have been empowering, except his upskirt-style camera work feels invasive and objectifying, not least because two band members were underage, though his celebration of the color red is hard to deny. I've seen worse, and you probably have, too, but I expected better.
Furthermore, there's a fine line between standing up for yourself and being a bitch. As was often the case with her juvenile performances, like Cherry Valance, the beautiful "Soc" she played in Francis Ford Coppola's adaptation of S.E. Hinton's The Outsiders, Lane sells the material like the pro she was, but the film has trouble distinguishing between the two, possibly because Adler saw punk more as a look or an attitude than an ethos; a rejection of the corporate mentality that characterized the music industry of the 1970s.
The comments at The Stranger in response to my original post were mostly in praise of the film--readers were just happy I had called attention to it.Few seemed to notice that I had given it something other than a rave. It's better than stirring them up, which wasn't my intention, but I was disappointed that no one had the same qualms. It's a fun film in a lot of ways, and I can easily recommend it, but it's troubling, too, and I'm not even certain what it was trying to say in the end. According to David Chiu in a fine piece for The Quietus, "Dowd's original ending for the script saw the Stains conquer America and tour the world as their fanbase grows." Adding insult to injury, a crew member even groped the Oscar-wining screenwriter.
By the epilogue, the band has morphed into something else--something popular, yes, but with all their original rough edges sanded away. Punk wasn't meant to last forever, and it didn't, but they come across as sellouts.
Though Lou Adler, in the tacked-on ending, presents the new incarnation of the Stains as something good, it's a pyrrhic victory. Then again, maybe the ladies were never truly punk in the first place--they were just Rust Belt kids playing at something they didn't really understand. They tried, they failed, and what they were at the end is what they were always meant to be.
For more: Melissa Anderson ably captures the film's complexities.
As of 2022, Ladies and Gentleman, the Fabulous Stains was available on region-free Blu-ray from Imprint. Unfortunately, it's now sold out, but can be streamed from the usual pay operators. Special features include commentary tracks from Lou Adler, Diane Lane and Laura Dern, and the late cult-film critic Lee Gambin and Bratmobile singer Allison Wolfe. Images from Scopophilia (Lane), The Quietus (Lane, Kanter, and Dern), The Grindhouse Cinema Database (Skunks), and Imagine! Belfast (Kanter, Lane, and Dern).