Saturday, 12 September 2009
'THE PASSENGER' (1975) aka PROFESSIONE: REPORTER
w/ Jack Nicholson, Maria Schneider, Jenny Runacre, Ian Hendry, Steven Berkoff. Written by Mark Peploe, Peter Wollen and Michelangelo Antonioni. Directed by Michelangelo Antonioni.
Sony Pictures Home Entertainment Region Two DVD. Cert 12.
Commentary Track 1: Jack Nicholson.
Commentary Track 2: Mark Peploe and Aurora Irvine.
For a film so concerned with doubles, dopplegangers and structural oppositions, it seems only appropriate that the DVD of THE PASSENGER should come with two, very different, Commentary Tracks. Leading man Jack Nicholson delivers his first ever Commentary in an impossibly deep and throaty mono-whisper, free associating as he watches the movie with us. On the second Track, screenwriter Mark Peploe responds slightly irritably to a few soft questions discretely posed by his friend Aurora Irvine (a name straight out of an Antonioni film, if ever there was.)
Nicholson opens proceedings by describing THE PASSENGER as "probably the biggest adventure in film I ever had in my life" and his admiration for "Maestro" Michelangelo is palpable throughout. He wistfully recalls the great auteur's fascination with new technology - Jack had just bought a Tiffany digital watch that delighted Antonioni - as well as his total mastery of film technique. It's a point echoed by Peploe. Viewing the film for the first time in some ten years, he marvels at the way Antonioni's non-linear editing style boldly roams over space and time, just as his camera imperiously observes and unifies landscape, colour and diagetic sound (music is kept to a minimum), all the while treating the human form as a kind of "moving space", to use Nicholson's memorable phrase.
Peploe collaborated with a friend from his Oxford days, film theorist Peter Wollen, on the first draft of THE PASSENGER screenplay. Wollen had taught in Iran and worked as a foreign correspondent before writing SIGNS AND MEANING IN CINEMA, an early, groundbreaking attempt to apply semiotics and structuralism to the study of classical Hollywood narrative. It's not totally surprising therefore that THE PASSENGER continually circles round such hot 70s film crit topics as identity, representation, the post-colonial 'other' and the difficulty of narrating historical/political 'truth'. At one point the film further blurs the distinction between the real and the unreal by including actual footage of a military execution, a contentious aesthetic choice which Peploe, in a rare moment of disagreement with his director, remarks is "still very painful to me".
The film's opening section finds television journalist Peter Locke (Nicholson) heading out into the Sahara in order to create an image of desert war for the west, as Jack puts it. The desert figured prominently in the writings of French theorist Jean Baudrillard, who like Antonioni died this year. Both men seem to view it as a primal space existing outside linear time, where meaning and signification - dwarfed by scale, obliterated by sunlight - can be as shifting as the sands. Or, to quote David Thomson, "The desert is a philosophy in THE PASSENGER". For this part of the film, Antonioni encouraged Nicholson to keep his gestures ("twitches") to a minimum, and it's a pleasing change of pace to see the actor be so still, subtle and enigmatic. THE WITCHES OF EASTWICK it ain't.
Frustrated by a lack of 'action' or narrative in the desert, Locke returns to his hotel room, whereupon he discovers the dead body of Robertson, a fellow guest to whom he bears a passing resemblance (the part is played by Charles Mulvehill, in real life a film producer whose long list of credits includes HAROLD AND MAUDE, THE LAST DETAIL, BEING THERE and THE GODFATHER PART 3.) Almost on a whim, Locke decides to swap passports and identities with Robertson. His adoption of this new persona sets the journalist off on a globetrotting journey that takes in London, Munich and Barcelona, and draws him into a deadly game of gun running, torture and mercenary coups.
Peploe confirms that it is Locke who is the passenger of the title (which is curiously presented in quotation marks on both the film's poster and DVD case) - a phantom, a non-person, a tourist who passes through locations and lives, asking superficial questions of his interview subjects and the people that he encounters. His journey through the film represents a doomed attempt to escape an unhappy marriage, the demands of work, the whole mundane world of routine and bourgeois convention without ever deeply engaging with global or personal politics. The film's more prosaic alternative title, PROFESSIONE: REPORTER, was used to avoid confusion with a 1963 Polish movie also called THE PASSENGER.
As an existential road movie that navigates vanishing points, lost horizons and the futile pursuit of freedom, THE PASSENGER has things in common with Monte Hellman's bleak and languid TWO LANE BLACKTOP (1971) - in both films, for example, the leading actress (Maria Schneider and Laurie Bird, respectively) is known simply as 'The Girl'. Critics have speculated that Schneider's character is actually Robertson's wife, although neither of the commentaries discuss this ambiguity - sometimes it's good to preserve the mystery.... To reinforce Nicholson's status as a passenger in his own adventure, it was originally intended for The Girl to do all of the driving. This had to be scrapped when Schneider, a non-driver, was cast in the part. Instead, we're rewarded with one of the film's most thrilling shots - The Girl standing up in a roofless car, her arms outstretched, as she and Locke drive down a beautifully symmetrical, tree-lined road.
This DVD edition restores scenes needlessly excised from the American theatrical cut of THE PASSENGER, including an utterly charming, dreamlike sequence near the end of the film where Schneider and Nicholson rest up in a sun-kissed field full of orange trees. Antonioni famously painted patches of grass greener in BLOW UP (1966) and here the oranges were retouched to be less green and more, well, orangey - although Nicholson remembers that while filming at Munich Airport, Antonioni purposely avoided a bright pink plane that just happened to be on the runway, for fear he would be accused of painting that as well.
THE PASSENGER is perhaps best remembered for its final continuous tracking shot, executed with all the precision of a Tiffany watch and lasting nearly seven minutes, which obliquely records Locke's murder in a hotel bedroom. According to Nicholson, the shot was motivated by Antonioni's desire to avoid a straight-forward death scene. To accomplish it, an entire hotel set had to be constructed, complete with collapsible walls and windows. Martin Scorsese, in a recent appreciation of Antonioni's magnificent oeuvre, sums up this transcendental moment beautifully - "the camera moves slowly out the window and into a courtyard, away from the drama of Jack Nicholson's character and into the greater drama of wind, heat, light, the world unfolding in time."
THE FINAL SHOT
THE REBEL (1961) aka CALL ME GENIUS (US)
w/ Tony Hancock, George Sanders, Paul Massie, Irene Handl, Dennis Price, Nanette Newman, Peter Bull, Oliver Reed. Written by Alan Simpson and Ray Galton. Directed by Robert Day.
Optimum Classic/Studio Canal Region Two DVD. Cert U.
Commentary Track by Paul Merton, Ray Galton and Alan Simpson.
On this excellent Commentary Track comedian Paul Merton proves to be a genial host and amiable scholar of classic British comedy. Merton's previous working relationship with screenwriters Galton and Simpson, and his obvious enthusiasm for their collaboration with comedian Tony Hancock, quickly puts the two older gentlemen at ease, and while their conversation rambles on occasion, there are few dead spots or lapses into straightforward scene description. From time to time, Merton can't stop himself from laughing out loud at some of the on-screen dialogue ("Look what just got back from Ascot") or other bits of business, most notably during the wonderful early scene between hopelessly deluded fine artist 'Anthony Hancock' and his philistine landlady Mrs Crevatte (played by the incomparable Irene Handl.) Merton's enthusiasm for the banter between the two is infectious, so it comes as something of a disappointment to learn from this disc that Hancock refused to work with the actress again - apparently he was not only irritated by her shameless scene-stealing, he also took a deep dislike to the little yapping dog she carried round with her off-set (and who can blame him.)
As Merton points out, THE REBEL represents a unique opportunity to see Tony Hancock in colour, at the absolute peak of his powers, even if he already looks much older than his 34 years. Hancock had previously appeared in the 1954 comedy film ORDERS ARE ORDERS, but THE REBEL was his first star vehicle, a step up even from his phenomenally popular radio and television shows, and he took the project extremely seriously. To Galton and Simpson's chagrin, the comedian insisted on a writing credit, based on some brief early input he had into the story (wherein Hancock's frustrated office drone moves to Paris to pursue his dreams of the art life.)
Nevertheless, throughout the Commentary Track the two writers are unstinting in their praise of Hancock, pointing out that his sublime talent for reading scripts meant he instantly understood every nuance of dialogue and expression. Physical comedy, slapstick, was slightly more of a problem, and the writers remember that the only time that conflict arose between the star and director Robert Day was during the shooting of the film's extended 'action painting' setpiece.
After THE REBEL, Galton and Simpson wrote one more season of the HANCOCK TV show before parting company once and for all from their increasingly conflicted employer, who was apparently concerned that he was perceived as being simply a mouthpiece for the thoughts and words of others. Hancock never again worked with writers of the same calibre. His next film, the dour and very patchy PUNCH AND JUDY MAN (1963), co-written by Hancock and Philip Oakes, is also included on this double disc 'Tony Hancock Collection' set from Optimum Classic, without a Commentary Track or any other bonus features.
Despite the sadness of Hancock's lonely death, Galton and Simpson also insist that he was not, in their company, depressive or aloof - he liked to laugh loudly and frequently, and his ability to satirise his own pretensions and self-deceptions could be said to lie at the heart of his comedy. Although THE REBEL takes some predictably easy pot-shots at Abstract Expressionism and Existentialism (with white-faced beatnik Nanette Newman uttering the immortal and sadly prophetic line "Why kill time when you can kill yourself?"), Hancock's enthusiasm throughout the film for new ideas and experiences seems genuinely heartfelt, even inspiring. Galton and Simpson confide that THE REBEL is apparently Lucien Freud's favourite film, and they also describe in detail the Pataphysical Society's surreal recreation of all the paintings seen in the movie.
As part of the break from the small screen, HANCOCK regulars Sid James, Kenneth Williams, Hattie Jacques and Bill Kerr are notable by their absence, although other favoured members of the TV troupe are present and correct, including John Le Mesurier (here 'outed' as a dedicated fan of jazz pianist Bill Evans), Hugh Lloyd, Liz Fraser and, most memorably, Mario Fabrizi as a coffee bar owner who cannot believe that Hancock wants a cup with "no froth". George Sanders, a suicide like Hancock, is the biggest name in the cast, and was apparently the best paid. Galton and Simpson remember that "the big ponce" had it in his contract that a grand piano would be on set for him at all times, on which he would play Ivor Novello songs during breaks from filming. Equally unlikely is the revelation that Sanders lost his fortune investing in a sausage factory.
Just as THE REBEL's final third represent something of a falling off from the film's first inspired hour, so too does the Commentary Track slightly peter out towards the end. Merton charmingly concludes proceedings with the declaration "Well I think that's lunch." I hope they had froth on their coffees.
APHRODITE AT THE WATERHOLE
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