Showing posts with label James Caan. Show all posts
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Sunday, 31 October 2021

Complete control… Thief (1981)


It’s hard not to see the similarities between James Caan’s cool and controlling Frank and his auteur director, Michael Mann who leaves his unique stamp all over this incredibly disciplined production. But any observation at that level is pretty much redundant given the results and what we now know of the director’s MO after this debut. From the opening moments when an inscrutably alive Frank drives through dark Chicago streets that appear to be melting in the rain as it mixes with sparse light, this feels as cohesive and complete a vision as filmmaking gets.

 

It’s as if the cinematography captures the word on an emotional level and those streets feel alive with danger and risk, from the ominous dark drench to the pale moonlight just about illuminating the back streets near where Frank is in the middle of executing an audaciously planned robbery. We hit the ground running and even as the credits role, we get a sense of Frank’s character as her expertly drills open a safe then throws away everything he finds that he doesn’t want he is only looking for jewels, everything else carries a risk and that’s not in his plan


Mann had been involved in a TV film, The Jericho Mile set on location at Folsom Prison and he learned so much about the life and survival methods of the inmates that it influenced his writing of Frank as well as later work. Frank is as tough as the Chicago streets he, and Mann, grew up in but after many years in prison, sent down for a relatively minor crime but with sentence extended after having to fight for survival, he has learned how to make his way through any difficulty.

 

Four years out and Franks has a plan to make enough money from specifically stealing untraceable gems and nothing else, to be able to retire and live his life in peace and in the way he wants it. He has been mentored inside by David 'Okla' Bertinneau played by country music legend Willie Nelson who gives an impressive cameo, smiling at his friend with almost fatherly tenderness. He’s the man who has helped give Frank the plan which he has sweetly set out on a montage showing a wife and family, Okla and freedom… Frank’s objectives are strong and he is single minded in strategy and project management with a used car dealership and small bar his cover for the real money making.

Master cracksman at work

His heists are meticulously planned and he has an industrial level of knowledge about the tools of the trade and a small team of loyal experts including right-hand man Barry (James Belushi) who helps disable alarm systems and undermine hi-tech security systems. They are the height of professional criminals and made so by Frank’s determination to get out of this game and have the life he deserved. The story was inspired by real-life cat burglar Frank Hohimer’s book The Home Invaders by and the author provided technical advice on the film too… it feels authentic all round.

 

Franks only a couple of big jobs from being able to retire and, in typical fashion, has identified the woman of his dreams, Jessie played by Tuesday Weld who is also in the form of her life and so far away from her sixties rom-com roots, looking world-weary and still stunning much like Mr Caan! The film’s centre piece is a remarkable dialogue between the couple in a diner, seven minutes during which he lays everything on the line and gives us the vulnerability at the heart of his seemingly impenetrable outer shell: how prison was literally life and death… everything on hold until he can be free. Jessie’s a tough nut to crack, she has her own coping mechanisms, but he wins her over with audacious honesty… I wonder if Mann was being autobiographical here, it’s an extraordinary play by his character.

 

Tuesday Weld

Frank has a lot of ground already to make up with Jessie having left her in the lurch for some hours following a meeting with big crime boss Leo (Robert Prosky who is so good at presenting the sinister through seeming amiability) who wants to bankroll Frank’s career in exchange for a cut of the much bigger action. Franks takes no chances as they meet by the lake side, with Barry overlooking the meet with a high-powered sniper’s rifle but it seems Leo is sincere and is offering bigger opportunities, albeit with higher risk. The whole setting is again magnificently controlled, all darkness and wonderful textures between the water and the city lights… infused with danger and the feeling of life on the edge. The film is full of gorgeous set pieces another being when Frank sits down for coffee and breakfast with a friend and they sit in companiable silence looking out silhouetted against the almost oily surface of the lake.

 

The film is also notable for the score from Tangerine Dream whose electronica could be seen as another alienating “industrial” element in this tale of criminal business and lives ground down by the wheels yet Froese, Franke and Schmölling imbue their synthesised lines with enough emotion to flavour the narrative undercurrents whilst bringing out a visceral edge with twists and turns over the sequenced uncertainty. They won a “Razzies” award for worst soundtrack but those judges were just way off the beat, I’m a big fan of the Tangs’ 70s output and whilst the studio work became predictable for a while, their scoring was spot on for a number of films including Mann’s next The Keep covered elsewhere in this blog.

 

Frank meets Leo in liquid darkness
 

Back to the action and Frank’s preparation for his first job for Leo begins I earnest as they look out on the bank to be robbed, asses the scale of the work and the risks to be mitigated. Meanwhile Frank and Jessie try to adopt only for his past to disqualify him with the scene in the adoption office revealing Frank’s insecurity and defiance…  he’s “state-raised” and disadvantaged for life, we can see why he’s so driven. Leo steps in to help him adopt through other means and we get the feeling that too much of a debt is being raised…

 

The job takes place with dynamic shots of the industrial lance Frank has had built to gain entry to an almost uncrackable safe but the real danger is not from his getting caught but the connection and control Leo wants to exert on this rough diamond… how this resolves itself provides for a breath taking, explosive, final sequence.

 

On the job

Dusty verdict: Thief fully lives us to its reputation and you’d search hard to find a debut as cinematic or as innovative and focused as this one. Caan gives a career-best performance and is strongly supported by Weld in particular… you care about these characters really quickly and that leaves you vulnerable to the film’s narrative undercurrents that flow over in the final third.

 

One for the Blu-ray top shelf!


Tuesday, 13 October 2015

Amused to death... Rollerball (1975)


I’m not sure how I managed to sneak into to see this one in the cinema as I would only have been a young teen… but we were all keen to see this film with its futuristic violence – a winning combination in the Seventies as now as Divergence, Hunger Games and The Maze Runner show.

The film was hard-hitting with the relentless aggression of the game leaving its mark but, watching this film 40 years on its not the most impressive feature of Rollerball. The future 2018 is one dominated by corporations who use sport as a distraction for the masses and also a constant reminder of the futility of individual action. The players work together but serious injury and death make retirement almost impossible.

Contestants, ready!?
Here and now with just three years to go, we have been subsumed by organised amusement with multiple screens bringing instantaneous entertainment, news and two-dimensional emoting. All of this is controlled by huge corporations who, whilst they may dedicate themselves to “doing no evil” are more deeply embedded in our daily lives than many “customers” suspect.

We’re not quite in dystopia but we’re not far off… maybe even just three years.

Game on!
But we don’t have to look into the future for validation of Rollerball’s central thesis; these sportsmen are gladiators and as ever the circus keeps the citizen’s at bay.

Directed by Norman Jewison with a script from William Harrison based on his own short story, Rollerball features the story of one player who refuses to go gentle into the good night and starts to transcend not only his team but the sport itself: Jonathan E. (James Caan). Caan plays with almost too much restraint as the serial winner who, as he keeps on repeating, just loves the game: a very believable “jock” whose will to win is the spark for his rebellion.

Star player

Jonathan plays for Houston a team run by the Energy Corporation, one of the mega-conglomerates that run what seems like a post-political world in which capitalism has won and everyone is commoditised. Executives rule the game whilst women seem to be reduced as playthings with the most attractive offered to the most successful – one of the most shocking aspects of the film as it now happens.

John Houseman
Mr. Bartholomew (John Houseman) runs the Energy Corporation and treats his team almost like slaves as well. After a brutal demolition of the Madrid team he passes through the dressing room throwing out condescending compliments to the victors in ways that most can’t see. All, that is, except Jonathan, perhaps… Bartholomew says that the corporation have run out of ways in which to reward him and, as the star player’s face begins to fall flat, says that they will be devoting a TV special to him, something that has never happened before.

Negotiations...
But, as it transpires this gift of public celebration is only the cue for Jonathon to announce his retirement. It’s never made entirely clear why the Corporation wants him gone but his popularity is clearly dangerous and they need the source of his challenging fame to be removed – he can safely fade away as a former winner rather than continue to stir the blood of millions with his sporting success.

Pamela Hensley - every home should have one
Jonathon lives in the lap of luxury – a TV in very room of his huge house and the best concubine the Corporation can provide – currently Mackie (Pamela Hensley – later the baddie in Buck Rodgers and a big favourite of my teen years!) – but he misses his wife Ella (Maud Adams) and continually re-watches old videos of their life.

She is no longer around and this in itself is a hint of the Corporation’s ongoing attempts to contain their sporting phenomena. Soon Mackie is moved on as well to be replaced by Daphne (Barbara Trentham) – selected more for her loyalty to his employers than anything else.

Barbara Trentham, actress, painter and later married to John Cleese
Meanwhile Jonathon plays on with a team containing Moonpie (John Beck) and coached by Rusty (the great Shane Rimmer… Alan of Thunderbirds!). Their next game is against Tokyo and this time the rules are changed… there will be no substitutions and no penalties: it will be more brutal than ever before.

The coaches try to prepare the team for the martial arts of their up-coming opponents but Jonathan and Moonpie ignore all of this and focus on the strength of their team unity: this is not the way the games is supposed to roll.

John Beck and James Caan
Sure enough, Tokyo are engaged and defeated but at a cost as Moonpie is badly injured and ends up in a coma. The executives want to pull the plug but Jonathan is more and more comfortable in voicing his own opinion and dictating events. The TV tribute is broadcast and he refuses to announce his retirement.

Tokyo get taken down
There’ s striking moment at a viewing party when the guests head off and fire blasters at a row of beautiful trees in the gardens… the revelers burn them all to the ground wanton destruction in the absence of anything more meaningful to do: this is society devoid of direction and self-restraint.

Trees on fire
Jonathan tries to find out more and is frustrated in his search for knowledge as he finds the central library devoid of content. Ralph Richardson is superb in his brief cameo as the librarian without a cause.

Ella reappears, sent by the corporation, in an attempt to break Jonathan’s resistance: everything is controlled and even the love of his life was taken away and given to another man.

Maud Adams and James Caan
But this is a competition now and Jonathan loves the game… he heads into the grand final against New York knowing that the odds are stacked against him but, if he survives what can the corporation do?

Dusty verdict: Rollerball feels slightly hollow after all these years and lacks the visceral thump of my viewing in cinema. That’s probably an indictment of cinema’s trend towards ultra-violence as much as any jadedness on my part…

The gloves stay on in the murderous finale
James Caan makes for a strangely contemporary sporting hero: lost in the singular purpose of “the game” whilst John Houseman makes for a superbly nuanced chief executive: brawn against business.

The film is readily available on DVD and Blu-Ray from Amazon... it's still a class act and a prescient view of our contemporary culture of submission to sensation.