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Snapshots

The Man Who Fell to Earth
Editor’s Note: I’m gradu­ally fig­uring out that my Snapshots cat­egory is for films which baffle me a little but whose visual or other ele­ments won’t leave me alone. I’d char­ac­terize myself as someone who’s much more com­fort­able talking about plot and char­acter than about, well, any­thing else to do with film. So please indulge me.

The Man Who Fell to Earth (1976, Director: Nicolas Roeg): It really doesn’t sur­prise me a bit that this film baffled the critics upon its release. Perhaps the pres­ence of David Bowie in his first film role led them to believe it would be a musical. Or per­haps they expected a straight-up sci-fi film like some others from that era (Logan’s Run, Rollerball). What they got instead is some­thing like a sci-fi western satire, which of course makes no sense at all. It didn’t help that in the US, twenty minutes of cru­cial footage was excised.

The Man Who Fell to Earth

The Man Who Fell to Earth

Roeg wasn’t at all wor­ried about working with a non-actor like Bowie, having worked with Mick Jagger in Performance a few years earlier. He knew that rock stars like Jagger and Bowie were per­formers, able to inhabit a per­sona just as skil­fully as any actor. And Bowie’s per­form­ance is fine; he’s able to har­ness his phys­ical cha­risma per­fectly playing a cipher onto which the other char­ac­ters pro­ject their own needs.

The film still baffles today, even as it dazzles with some great visuals. The closest I can come to unlocking some its meaning is to say that it’s the story of an alien becoming human. Bowie plays “Thomas Jerome Newton,” a vis­itor from a planet which is dying from drought. His mis­sion is to find water and return with it to his planet. But he quickly becomes cor­rupted by his con­tacts with people and ends up secluded in a huge apart­ment like Howard Hughes. At the begin­ning of the film, his alien intel­li­gence allows him to register some unique pat­ents and form a com­pany that becomes incred­ibly suc­cessful. But his wealth leads those closest to him to betrayal, and the gov­ern­ment, sus­pi­cious of his company’s suc­cess, des­troys his busi­ness, con­fines him and car­ries out med­ical exper­i­ments to see what makes him dif­ferent. There is a mish­mash of ideas at work in the film, but at root it’s the story of an inno­cent cor­rupted by exposure to the venality of human society.

The Man Who Fell to Earth

The Man Who Fell to Earth

His rela­tion­ships are formed with other out­siders, who are drawn to his vul­ner­ab­ility as well as to his intel­li­gence, wealth or influ­ence. Mary Lou (Candy Clark) falls in love with him, and uses him to escape her life as a hotel maid with a booze problem. When he reveals his true self to her in a mem­or­able scene, she is unable to bear it. Nathan Bryce (Rip Torn), a col­lege pro­fessor with a weak­ness for co-eds, devotes his life to sci­entific research for Newton. He’s the only one who really guesses Newton’s secret, and he vows to help him develop the tech­no­logy needed to get him back home. And Oliver Farnsworth (Buck Henry), the man to whom Newton entrusts his com­pany, is a gay man in the 1970s, when dis­crim­in­a­tion would have been much worse than it is now. But each of these trusted con­fid­antes betrays him in one way or another, because of lust, greed, or a desire for power.

The Man Who Fell to Earth

The Man Who Fell to Earth

At the end, he doesn’t even seem to mind so much. “We’d have prob­ably treated you the same if you’d come over to our place,” he tells Bryce when asked if he’s bitter. The angelic being intro­duced at the begin­ning of the film has become as jaded and cyn­ical as the rest of us. The Man Who Fell to Earth is a strange, sad and haunting thing.

Note: The stills are from the standard-def DVD. The Blu-Ray from Criterion looks very nice indeed, and if you have the option, I’d recom­mend the Blu-Ray unreservedly.

The Man Who Fell to Earth
The Man Who Fell to Earth
The Man Who Fell to Earth
The Man Who Fell to Earth
The Man Who Fell to Earth

A few other tid­bits about the film:

  • The last still above, of Brueghel’s painting Landscape with the Fall of Icarus is an important touch­stone, as is W.H. Auden’s poem Musée des Beaux Arts which com­ments on it. Both pieces emphasize that Icarus’ fall was pretty much ignored by the rest of the world. Newton’s plight is sim­il­arly smothered by the world; first by its curi­osity, then by its sus­pi­cion and finally by its indifference.
  • Bowie did record some music for the film but it wasn’t used. It ended up as Side 2 of his album Low (1977)
  • Bowie also used the interior of the space travel set (in the fourth still above) for the cover of his album Station to Station (1976)

Essay by Graham Fuller on the Criterion website

8/10(8/10)

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Black Narcissus

by James McNally on July 18, 2009

in DVD,Snapshots

Black Narcissus
Editor’s Note: I’m intro­du­cing a new cat­egory called Snapshots with this review. These are short takes on older films. Short takes because I’m either too lazy to attempt a full review or else I’m intim­id­ated by the wealth of other crit­ical opinion out there on these films.

Black Narcissus (1947, Directors: Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger): Though Deborah Kerr has top billing, the real star of Black Narcissus is the Technicolor cine­ma­to­graphy of Jack Cardiff, who passed away earlier this year. For a film that came out right after the war, the lush col­ours and exotic locale must have been like a drug to a war-weary world. Kerr plays Sister Clodagh, the leader of a small group of nuns who have been sent to the Himalayas to estab­lish a con­vent school on the site of a former palace that was used to house a pre­vioius owner’s con­cu­bines. The exotic set­ting seems to create ten­sions in the women, pulling them away from their reli­gious devo­tion toward the more sen­sual pleas­ures of the exotic world they’re inhabiting.

The plot is melo­dra­matic, but the images are always strik­ingly com­posed. Surprisingly (or per­haps not so much con­sid­ering England’s post-war aus­terity), the whole thing was shot at Pinewood Studios, with some won­derful set design and matte paint­ings filling in for real moun­tains. Both art dir­ector Alfred Junge and cine­ma­to­grapher Cardiff won Academy Awards for the film.

I will con­fess that I’m baffled at all the ref­er­ences I’ve seen to these nuns as Protestant or “Anglo-Catholic”. Their order is named for the Virgin Mary and although they renew their vows yearly, which is unusual, there was nothing remotely Protestant about their reli­gious prac­tice, nor did I hear any cla­ri­fying ref­er­ence in the dia­logue. Perhaps it is made clear in the novel (by Rumer Godden) upon which the film is based.


Black Narcissus
Black Narcissus
Black Narcissus
Black Narcissus
Black Narcissus
Black Narcissus
Black Narcissus
Black Narcissus

Essay by Ronald Haver on the Criterion website

8/10(8/10)

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