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Showing posts with label Brian De Palma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brian De Palma. Show all posts

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Sisters (1973)

... aka: Blood Sisters

Directed by:
Brian De Palma

French-Canadian model and aspiring actress Danielle Breton (Margot Kidder) meets the chivalrous Phillip Woode (Lisle Wilson) on the set of a Candid Camera-like show called "Peeping Toms." He wins dinner, drinks and dancing for two at the African Room. She wins a set of Reynold's stainless steel cutlery. The two meet up after the show, decide to go to dinner together and return to her Staten Island apartment later that evening. All the while, Danielle's ex-husband Emil (William Finley) makes his presence known; first making a scene at the restaurant and then "standing guard" outside of the building. To throw him off and hopefully make him leave, Phillip moves his car around the block, sneaks back over and spends the night. The next morning, he awaken to discover that Danielle's twin sister Dominique (also Kidder) is also there visiting... and she isn't too happy about something. Though he doesn't actually see her, he can hear the two arguing (in French). He learns it's their birthday and, after Danielle sends him down to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription for her, he decides to lighten the mood by getting the sisters a birthday cake. When he returns to the apartment, Dominique viciously stabs him to death.







Across the courtyard in another apartment house, struggling reporter Grace Collier (Jennifer Salt), who usually writes fluff for the disreputable Staten Island Panorama paper, witnesses flashes of the murder and sees Phillip trying to write out "help" with his own blood on a window. She calls the cops and immediately heads over there to wait on them. Meanwhile, Emil shows up at Danielle's, the two hide the body inside of the sofa, clean up Dominique's mess and remove all traces of evidence so that by the time Grace and a pair of detectives show up to look around, there's nothing to be found. Still, Grace knows what she saw and, though she no longer has the help of the police, she decides to do some investigating of her own. Her editor pairs her up with low rent private eye Joseph Larch (Charles Durning) and the two get to work looking into matters, which turn up disturbing revelations about the twins (who were at one time conjoined and one of whom may have died on the operating table during separation years earlier) and other shady dealings at a secluded mental hospital that may include hypnosis and mind control.







Filmed on a low-budget of half-a-million dollars, Sisters was a critical and financial success in its day. It was also De Palma's first feature of many done in tribute to Alfred Hitchcock; a cycle that would later include the thrillers Obsession (1976), DRESSED TO KILL (1980), Body Double (1984) and others. Each of these films wore their influences on their sleeves, with direct reference paid to the likes of Rear Window (1954), Vertigo (1958) and Psycho (1960) not only in the plots, but also in their visual style, direction, music and camerawork. Sisters is no different. It extracts its central premise from Window, with a voyeuristic lead character witnessing a murder but being unable to convince the authorities of it. The first abrupt, brutal and shocking murder sequence is the movie's Janet Leigh "shower scene" and a sequence where cops search Danielle's apartment as a corpse lies hidden inside the couch right in front of them hearkens back to Rope (1948), which featured a murder victim's body hidden inside a chest while the killers are hosting a party. The connection is solidified with a commanding, eerie score from Bernard Herrmann, who of course also did the music for Vertigo, Psycho and numerous other Hitchcock films. The real question is: Does Sisters make it as both a tribute to "The Master of Suspense" and as its own movie? For the most part, I'd say yes.







Derivative as this and his other Hitchcock-inspired efforts may be, the real joy of De Palma's early thrillers isn't so much in the stories themselves, but in the film-making techniques used to tell those stories. He's quite well-known for utilizing split screen, and we see it here too during several sequences. It's used particularly well during a suspenseful sequence that simultaneously shows us Emil and Danielle hurriedly hiding the body and trying to tidy up while Grace and the cops head toward the apartment. Toward the end, there are some wonderfully stylish and imaginative sequences where Grace is drugged and envisions herself as one of the twins (still attached to the other). Instead of just simply cutting to flashback mode or doing something like putting a waver-effect on the screen, De Palma chooses to zoom in on Salt's pupil until all is lost to black. The image then pulls back from the darkness to reveal a a circular, eye-shaped black-and-white vision of an earlier time. These sequences are extremely odd and somewhat surreal; hazily blending hallucination with reality in a very neat and inventive way. How the Grace character is able to see these things - or what kind of unknown drug she's been shot up with that allows her to see them (granted it did) - muddies up the finale a tad, but there's still much here to enjoy.







The acting all around is pretty good, with Kidder (who was dating De Palma at the time she made this) in a particularly showy role, Finley memorable as her creepy lover and Salt fine as the assertive heroine. Showing up in small roles are Barnard Hughes (The Lost Boys) as a LIFE Magazine writer who'd previously done a story on the twins, Mary Davenport, Salt's real-life mother playing same here, Dolph Sweet as the disbelieving detective and an unbilled Olympia Dukakis as a baker. De Palma (who co-scripted with Louisa Rosa) was inspired to write the film after reading an article about real-life Siamese twins Dasha and Masha Krivoshlyapova.







After its initial theatrical run in the U.S. and in Europe, Sisters played at the Venice Film Festival in 1975, made its TV debut on NBC in 1976 and then saw a VHS release through Warner in the 80s. Criterion picked it up for DVD distribution in 2000; offering up a digitally-remastered "special edition" in widescreen. In 2006, it was remade by Douglas Buck (Cutting Moments) on a paltry 60,000 dollar budget that somehow afforded a cast that included ChloĆ« Sevigny (as the reporter), Stephen Rea (as the doctor) and French model Lou Doillon (as the twins). The film received a direct-to-DVD release in 2008 with almost no buzz whatsoever created for the film. Few ended up watching it and most of those who did don't appear to think too highly of it.

★★★

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Carrie (1976)

Directed by:
Brian De Palma

With the current big budget remake of Carrie (directed by Kimberly Pierce) currently playing in theaters, I figured it was about time the original classic finally got a write-up on here. I'll start out by saying that I'm not sure whether or not I'm even going to bother watching the latest adaptation of the Stephen King novel. I've already read up on it quite a bit and all I see are mostly indifferent reviews from critics and lots of bickering on internet message boards. Morbid curiosity will probably get the better of me eventually, but I'm sure as hell not going to pay to see yet another lesser version of an already perfectly fine film. Going to the cinema to watch these things only ensures more of the same and I'm done giving lazy filmmakers and producers my hard-earned money, and thus showing my approval, for what they're doing. The general consensus of fans of the original seems to be that the remake is a pale copy that brings absolutely nothing new to the table and is subpar in every way imaginable to De Palma's original. Remake defenders state the original is dated and this new one updates both the story and the special effects to contemporary times for a new generation. And that's pretty much all I had to hear to finalize my decision on skipping out on Carrie 2013 for the time being.







Even without seeing this newest version, I still have a bone to pick with many of its fans for pulling out the tired "It's dated" card. Anyone who frequents movie message boards is already well-acquainted with this lame defense mechanism. It's all about finding ways to denigrate the original, even for the most asinine and ridiculous reasons imaginable, in an attempt to boost up the newer one. While no film is perfect, and the original Carrie is no exception to that rule, 70s era fashions and hairdos most certainly do not deaden or lessen its impact one bit to a modern viewer; at least not those hopelessly stuck on small superficial details. 

Well over three and a half decades later, the film still tells a harrowing story about what it's like to be an outcast during an already-confusing time in one's life, and also stands as an astute warning to those who like to poke hornet's nests with sticks. If you do, you pretty much deserve what you have coming to you. In addition to its still relevant themes, the compelling central performances, the artistry of De Palma's direction (which has about the best use of split-screen you will see), the haunting elegance of Pino Donaggio's score and the star spangled beauty of Mario Tosi's cinematography, all ensure that the original will forever remain a classic. We'll see how well-regarded Carrie 2013 is by 2050. And with that, I'm done talking about the new Carrie... until it pops up on the Lifetime Network here in about two years and I have nothing else to watch.







Aside from what De Palma and his crew brought to the table, Carrie's enduring popularity can also be attributed to a trio of terrific performances. The first, of course, comes from Sissy Spacek as the meek, shy, abused outsider who's tormented by her peers at school and has to deal with even worse problems at home. Spacek's impressive performance, a breakout role which garnered her an Oscar nomination, has two very distinct layers to it. While she always enlists our sympathies, she's also downright scary when push comes to shove and, decked in a coat of crimson pig's blood, her telekinetic powers are unleashed in all their fury. Whether victim or avenger, we learn to genuinely care for the character, which makes the build-up to the inevitable tragic climax all the more powerful, and Spacek deserves all the accolades she received for helping to make that happen. Piper Laurie, who also received an Oscar nomination, gives the second standout performance; a scenery-chewing, barnstorming interpretation of a nutso religious fanatic that, once seen, is never forgotten. The third performance of note comes from Betty Buckley, who is often overlooked in favor of the two leading ladies, but in her own way is equally impressive as tough yet tender-hearted gym teacher Miss Collins; one of the few people to show our troubled protagonist a little compassion.






Much of the rest of the cast also contribute pretty solid work. Nancy Allen (who'd later marry the director) is perfectly detestable as Chris; the extremely nasty girl who masterminds the cruel Prom prank on Carrie with help from her moronic boyfriend (a pre-Saturday Night Fever John Travolta; who's actually about the weakest acting link here). Amy Irving (who'd later marry Steven Spielberg) offers a counter-balance as Sue, who puts her popularity at risk trying to help out her tormented classmate by offering up her own boyfriend Tommy (William Katt) as a Prom Night date. P.J. Soles and Edie McClurg (as a few of the other mean girls), Sydney Lassick (teacher), Stefan Gierasch (principal) and Irving's real-life mother Priscilla Pointer as same round out the cast. Apparently a joint casting call was placed for this and Star Wars (1977), with some actors chosen for this project and some going to the other. It was clearly a win win situation for whoever managed to book a job that day. The director's son, Cameron De Palma, appears briefly as an obnoxious little boy riding a bike.







An extremely successful film, both commercially and critically, Carrie spawned its share of clones and a flop Broadway musical that lasted only two weeks, as well as many more genre films meant to appeal directly to a teenage audience. It however wouldn't be until 1999 that an official sequel emerged. Despite not being too bad of a movie overall, Katt Shea's The Rage: Carrie II (which featuring Irving reprising her role), received poor to middling reviews and didn't quite set the box office on fire. Nevertheless, a made-for-TV mini-series was released just three years later. Though more faithful to the book and boasting a strong central performance from Angela Bettis, the overall effect was muted by a 3-hour run-time, a pointless framing device and ugly cinematography. It didn't help matters that the horrific Prom massacre was reduced to a barrage of horrible CGI effects and a moronic, misconceived twist was grafted onto the end. (Apparently, they wanted to turn the movie into a TV series at one point. Yikes!) Oh well, feel free to ignore all that if you want. The original's not going anywhere and it's easy to find. Personally, I think it's one of the few examples of a film being better than its source novel (it was adapted by Lawrence D. Cohen).

★★★1/2
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