Showing posts with label Joan Hackett. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joan Hackett. Show all posts

Wednesday, 30 September 2026

AI's of Future Past... The Terminal Man (1974)


Funny how I came to this film at exactly the time I needed to...

“I… want you to know what a magnificent, overwhelming picture it is. You achieve moods that I’ve never experienced in the movies before…”

Terrence Malick

It’s hard to understand how this film never had a full UK release, especially given that scriptwriter and director Mike Hodges was fresh from his two Michael Caine films, the smash hit Get Carter and more mixed Pulp (1972), was adapting a 1972 novel by no less than Michael Crichton. But the project was troubled from the start with Crichton originally down to direct from his own script which Warner Brothers felt had departed too much from his book. Out of this development hell came the appointment of Hodges who not for the last time – see Black Rainbow (1989) – had a bad experience with studios.

I admit, I started the film twice as it is a slow starter, spending some half an hour on our introduction to George Segal’s character Harry Benson, and the medical teams assessment and subsequent operation, but give it time and your focus and you will be rewarded – it would be very interesting to watch on the big screen for this reason.

Segal is superb as the computer scientist who is the victim of violent seizures and who is concerned about the potential dangers of advanced computers to humanity. As a subscription to Science Fiction Monthly in my teens and a voracious reader of comics and the works of Harlan Ellison, Philip K Dick, Larry Niven and Frank Herbert, the concerns about artificial intelligence go back along time, even to the fifties and Asimov, Clarke and other scientists writing fiction.

Segal plays his character as mild-mannered – in deliberate counter-point to what he might become during an episode of what the doctors diagnose as Acute Disinhibitory Lesion syndrome. This is an actual condition in which the brain's regulatory system fails to filter thoughts, impulses, and social responses before externalising them: something modern day social media is very adept at encouraging. The team, led by surgeon Dr John Ellis (Richard A. Dysart), Dr. Arthur McPherson (Donald Moffat) and the unsettling Dr. Robert Morris (Michael C. Gwynne) agree that an experimental procedure involving the insertion of an electrical device in his brain is the only way to control his condition. Only the empathetic psychiatrist Dr. Janet Ross (Joan Hackett) disagrees. 

Throughout this part of the film there’s an antiseptic silence to a lot of the scenes, with only the actor’s expressions and their calm voices to add flavour. It feels like the calm rationality before ethe storm and the laughing and joking of hospital workers outside of the surgery acts as a stark reminder of the warmth humanity can usually generate. This is very much Hodges’ aim and, confessing in an interview amongst the Arrow Blu-ray extras, that he was depressed during this period it adds extra poignancy to Harry’s plight. The idea that a man almost phobic about the computer science he understands so well could be saved by placing a small part of it inside his thinking and feeling machine is clearly meant as repulsive.

Harry is alienated from him self and the most feral aspect of his personality – regulating his amygdala responses is tantamount to electronic lobotomy and we all know it. The cinematography and mise-en-scene reflect this with Hodges being very influenced by the modern artist Edward Hopper who painted the urban loneliness of contemporary America and he later told Marl Adams, “I can remember snipping my film down to match the loneliness that Hopper had captured."

“Your images make me understand what an image is, not a pretty picture but something that should pierce one through like an arrow and speak in a language all its own."

Terrence Malick

The operation seems to have been a success but by this point we have decided not to trust most of those involved in this experiment with the exception of Dr Janet. Joan Hackett is someone I remember from Alias Smith and Jones and a tonne of US TV series and films from this era. She, like Segal had great comic chops and like George she also has depth as a straight actor with her sparkling eyes alive with meaning and a humanity lacking in most of her colleagues who are more than happy to use Harry for this long-shot.

Of course the process starts to go wrong as the seizure and electrical response loop speeds up and the brain starts to become addicted to the feedback, pushing Harry closer and closer to ever more violent episodes. He escapes from the hospital and as the line between his Jekyll and Hyde starts to blur, seeks out his old girlfriend Angela Black (Jill Clayburgh) brutally killing her after just one night.

He is out of control and on the rampage across Los Angeles, arriving at Dr Ross’ apartment being both reasonable and threatening she only just manages to avoid the same fate as Angela. The film is as frenetic as the opening is calm and the overall impact is all the more shocking because of it as, like AI developing in an unregulated way, Harry the Experiment makes up his own rules and outthinks his pursuers.

Dusty Verdict: This is, as Mr Malick suggests, a film that does make you feel on a different level and it is quite disturbing as a whole. We are truly taken inside Harry’s world by Hodges’ direction and the chemistry between Segal and Hackett provides the emotional stakes at the heart of this bleak and lonely Los Angeles. Could this happen today? It probably already is in so many ways as the powers that be push for billionaire solutions that rely on machines more than man and on the obfuscation of objective reality leaving us to rely on human instinct in a world they decide is frightening and horrifically out of control.

There’s no way of inserting a machine to regulate global Disinhibitory Lesions…

The Arrow release has both the theatrical release – which did well in Japan, natch, as well as the Director’s Cut from Hodges which leaves the audience with more thinking to do. In the end there’s not so much difference between Harry and Carter, or a number of Hodges male protagonists. This is an important part of his most personal films and deserves to be seen as part of his strand that stretches back to the TV films Suspect (1969) and Rumour (1970) about men on missions of discovery…


Saturday, 20 July 2013

Non-singing detective… The Last of Sheila (1973)

Raquel again...
There’s a genre of seventies film that tries to walk the fine line between comedy and crime. Pretty Maids all in a Row is one example as is this film, written by Stephen Sondheim in cahoots with one Anthony Perkins.
There are no songs from Sondheim but there is a Perkins-like psycho and the aim of the game is to work out who this is.

Mason, Welch, Hackett, McShane, Cannon and Benjamin
In this twisted Christie mystery the main character Clinton Greene (James Coburn) gathers together all of his chief suspects for the hit and run killing of his wife a year earlier. They are to spend a week on his yacht and are all assigned cards denoting a crime a member of the party has supposedly committed. No gets the card for their particular guilty secret and the aim of the game is to work out who actually did what in a series of stage nightly mysteries… a bit like a host a murder party only after the fact.


Career trajectories...
The guests are a mix of high-powered creatives, obviously drawn from the experiences of the two writers… there’s the disappointed writer Tom Parkman (Richard Benjamin in classic period earnest-moustache…) and his quietly uptight wife Lee (Joan Hackett), the good time girl with a heart of gold Christine (the always interesting Dyan Cannon) and the past-his-best director Philip Dexter (James Mason) who is currently reduced to filming commercials.

Clinton eyes his guests
They are joined by the up and coming actress with a great future behind her Alice Wood (Raquel Welch) and her cynical Brit of a husband Anthony (Ian McShane), eager to get ahead but weighed down by lack of actual talent.

Clinton has lured them along by saying he wants them to help make a movie about his late wife… the irony is all on him. The characters gather on the boat and are ushered into their cabins, cracks in each relationship readily apparent.


Clinton has filled his boat with games for all to play but his main recreation will be watching them struggle to untangle each evening’s mystery.

On the first night the party is sent ashore with keys and have to discover the door they open, here they’ll find the clue to one of the crimes and if the person holding that “crime card” finds out first the game is over and they get to keep their secret… or rather their unknown neighbour’s secret.


The second night involves a trip to a deserted monastery which is far more unsettling all round with Clinton having set up tape machines throughout the darkened ruins to freak his guests out. But, whilst this has the desired effect, there is a genuinely shocking development as Clinton is found dead, seemingly crushed beneath a falling column…

Shaken, the guests try to work out what has happened with Tom and Philip leading the investigation. It looks like foul play after they work out that the fatal slab of masonry was from the base of the column and not the top…

Twisted Christie...
Panic starts to settle in by Tom takes charge by asking the guests to reveal what their crime was hoping by elimination to work out who had the most to lose and, by implication, who must the killer be!

This leads to the shocking revelation that Tom’s own wife had been driving the car that killed Sheila… a complete accident from an alcoholic driver but surely she can’t be the killer as well?

There are plenty more twists and turns in this entertaining albeit slightly cheesy story.

Dyan Cannon
It’s a stellar cast and all perform well with Welch being especially interesting given the “single-tracked” nature of most of her early career. Here she is relatively subdued although naturally she gets to show off more in her bikini along with Cannon.

Joan Hackett and Raquel Welch
The dialogue is crisp and quick as these old friends barely maintain civility and look for their main chances and you’d expect nothing less from a lyricist of Sondheim’s pedigree. And that edge of darkness you’d guess comes fresh from the talented Mr Perkins…

Oh and in a shock twist, there is singing, as Bette Midler pops up over the end credits belting out Friends… never had the context for that song: now I understand!

Dusty verdict: Certainly worth keeping for a rainy day when you need something well-crafted but un-demanding!

It’s available on DVD from Amazons but a bit of a collector's item from the looks of it.