Monday, September 8, 2014

Conan the Barbarian (1982) review


 

CONAN THE BARBARIAN 1982

Arnold Schwarzenegger (Conan), James Earl Jones (Thulsa Doom), Max Von Sydow (King Osric), Sandahl Bergman (Valeria), Gerry Lopez (Subotai), Ben Davidson (Rexor), Sven Ole-Thorsen (Thorgrim), Mako (Wizard/Chronicler), Valerie Quennessen (The Princess), William Smith (Conan's Father), Nadiuska (Conan's Mother)

Directed by John Milius

The Short Version: Irrefutably the signature, most influential Sword & Sorcery adventure. Arnold Schwarzenegger, with the aid of director Milius (and some assist by Oliver Stone), forged a character based on Robert E. Howard's original that became the pinnacle of all things cinematically barbaric. Heavy on violence and primeval doctrine, Conan cuts and clobbers his way through blood-strewn landscapes beneath his sandaled feet, by Crom.

 
A young Cimmerian grows up to avenge the slaying of his people at the hands of marauding cultists led by Thulsa Doom, an evil sorcerer with powers over men and beasts.


Robert E. Howard's famous creation came to the big screen in the form of musclebound Arnold Schwarzenegger, a role the Austrian bodybuilder was born to play (although devout Howard fans would disagree). Having already starred in films such as STAY HUNGRY (1976), THE VILLAIN (1979), and THE JAYNE MANSFIELD STORY (1980), it was this savage tale of high adventure that put Schwarzenegger on the map, and made him a legend in cinematic history. Milius's script (Oliver Stone gets co-credit, but little of his input survives) mixes and matches various Howard stories and characters to create the film version of Conan. Opinions differ on Milius's faithfulness, and or adherence to Robert E. Howard's original material. If anything, CONAN THE BARBARIAN led many to the flock of Howard worshipers to see more of who and what this Cimmerian warrior was.



The entire look of the film is meticulous in its execution. The alluring landscapes captured by Duke Callaghan's camera gives the adventure that sweeping aura such pictures need; and Ron Cobb's production design is the finest example of prehistory architecture the Sword and Sorcery genre has ever seen. There are a number of moments where the film looks like a Frazetta, or Boris painting come to life.

 
A review on this movie would be remiss without mentioning the fantastic score by Basil Poledouris. His soundtrack is one of the keys to CONAN's success. It's hard to imagine the film without it. Of the upper echelon of manly music, just hearing the main theme is enough to make a guy feel like forging his own sword; or chopping down some trees at the very least. Words don't do Basil's goosebump inducing score justice. It's just that damn good.

 
As Basil's bombastic overture and elegant cues overpower many scenes, there's not a great deal of dialog in this movie; which is good considering it plays like an opera. There's more blood and body parts per square inch compared to the number of lines uttered throughout. The visuals sell Milius's movie. His penchant for engaging speeches serves the film well, piling on macho bravado and philosophical pontifications like Arnold packing on pounds of muscle in the gym.



Coincidentally, Schwarzenegger was inhumanly massive prior to working on CONAN. He ended up losing 30 pounds as per the directors request so as to look less like a man straight out of the gym, and more like one whose sculpted form came from strength through adversity. 

  
Talking about Tough Guys, there's none tougher than perennial 70s macho man, Big William Smith, the very definition of the Tough Guy. Reportedly passed over to play the title barbarian, Smith ultimately snagged the role of the man that brings Conan into the world. Despite his brief screen time, Smith has stated in interviews he was on set for 13 weeks, and during his stay, he found time to beat Arnold at arm wrestling. I wonder if anyone ever asked Smith what was best in life?


James Earl Jones and that memorably deep tonality essays Thulsa Doom -- formerly a rampaging merchant of metal (relieving both the swords and the lives from those with impressive bladesmanship), and now the messianic leader of a cannibalistic cult of snake worshiping hippies. 



Jones is a firm believer in The Riddle of Steel; that, in his interpretation, flesh is stronger than steel -- "what is steel compared to the hand that wields it?" This clashes with Conan's father's proclamation that you can put faith in no one in this world, but steel you can trust. As it turns out, Conan's father's sword (that is forged over the opening credits) is broken during his battle with Rexor; and Doom's flesh doesn't stop him from having his head separated from his shoulders at the end by the same broken sword that he'd stolen at the films beginning. During their last meeting, Doom reminds Conan that he has made him, and all that he is; even referring to him as his son. He states, "I am the wellspring from which you flow" -- this just before Conan makes Doom's neck a wellspring from which his blood flows. I will go out on a (severed) limb and state that The Riddle of Steel is answered only by the flesh of the man that holds it. Individualism. A man's destiny.


CONAN THE BARBARIAN is arguably the supreme example of the Sword and Sorcery genre (although THE SWORD & THE SORCERER from the same year gives it a run for its money), yet there's a lot of the former, and very little of the latter. Milius made a conscious decision to keep as much of the film grounded in reality as opposed to a full-on story peppered with supernatural fantasy. What little fantastical elements survive lack optical effects enhancements, and have an organic feel about them. Thulsa Doom's evil magic is subtle -- relegated mostly to hypnotic powers. His ability to transform into an enormous snake is seen in very brief shots; the camera cutting away to our stealthy heroes maneuvering around the underground lair amidst a cannibalistic orgy; Doom's power over serpents allows his dark magic to turn them into poisonous arrows; and this is the extent of his sorcerous ways visualized onscreen.



The bloodletting in CONAN was unparalleled in American mainstream cinema at the time. Milius alludes to his gory prehistoric savagery in his 1973 feature, DILLINGER, an AIP production with an abundance of red erupting from the many holes made by machine gun fire. His penchant for Shaw Brothers level of splatter was in evidence there, and was mastered by the time CONAN rolled around. The cannibal orgy towards the end, while never gratuitous, is pushing the envelope. You can see corpses being split open, or strung up, headless for their meal preparation. Possibly one day a version will surface with much of the cut footage put back in (more on that below)


The inclusion of the Wolf Witch that literally, and very nearly tears into Conan's flesh during a sex session is as Dungeons & Dragons as it gets outside of the animated demons that attempt to claim a nearly dead Conan. There's also a giant, mechanical snake. According to the actress that played the witch, Cassandra Gaviola (Gava), she made another appearance in the picture, but this encore cut in the final edit.


The giant snake is a pretty impressive construct. According to articles related to the films making at that time, this mechanical monstrosity was 36 feet long, and cost $100,000 to build. Reportedly it didn't work very often. A giant rubber snake was also used.


Looking back, CONAN THE BARBARIAN likely would have lost some of its visceral punch had there been more fantasy elements. The violence would have been alleviated to a degree. It's just the right amount for the sort of tale its storyteller wanted to tell.


SEEING CONAN THE BARBARIAN FOR THE FIRST TIME

As a then 7 year old, I remember having an increasingly heightened curiosity leading up to CONAN's release back in 1982. I'd been introduced to the character not from Howard's novels, but via Marvel's color comic book, and their far more adult B/W comic magazine, The Savage Sword of Conan the Barbarian. I was never allowed to own the latter till I was 9 years old in 1984. I'd always read them at the barber shop much to my mother's chagrin. I didn't care about the car magazines on the table in there, I cared about Conan. The comic book was fine with my mom since it was nowhere near as gruesome, nor was it fraught with sexual proclivities like the magazine. It was forbidden, so naturally I gravitated towards it. I remember the son of my babysitter in the early 80s was huge into Heavy Metal music and the barbarian iconography that was a natural fit for that musical styling. His walls were adorned with fantasy paraphernalia; much of it revolving around Sandahl Bergman, including a life-sized poster on the inside of his room door. When CONAN was released on videocassette later in the year, my father bought a copy of it. My mom's sister and her boyfriend were invited over to watch it. Naturally, I was not allowed to see it, but I did sneak down the stairs leading into the den to hear some of what was transpiring onscreen. After my parents divorced in 1983 I was able to finally see CONAN THE BARBARIAN (1982), and I was not disappointed at all. CTB was a big influence on me as a young kid, aiding in shaping interests I still hold today. I enjoy this picture just as much now as I did back then.


Reportedly threatened with an 'X' rating multiple times, CONAN THE BARBARIAN had to be trimmed for its 'R' rating. Cut scenes, or unfilmed sequences were numerous with many of them involving gore and violence. A selection of these are listed below:


  • Conan's mother's decapitation was shown, but the effect was said to have not been realistic enough, so it was cut, and the shot of only her hair as the head falls was used. Personally, this actually works better than had a severed head twitching in the snow been seen.
  • The Pit Fighting sequence was said to have run much longer -- with a running series of battles -- as opposed to the montage edited together for the final cut. Valeria was to have been introduced there, although it would seem she and Conan don't meet at this point. A female gladiator is among those Conan battles with. A few shots of this duel are in the finished version, but we aren't aware it's a woman. Conan fells her with his weapon, then decapitates the woman warrior, hoisting her head in the air. The shot of Conan holding up a severed head in the film is from this scene.
  • In one of the villages Conan and Subotai visit, a thief attempts to steal his sword. The Cimmerian responds with relieving the man of his hand. Publicity materials feature this scene, but it's not in the release version.
  • When Conan, Subotai, and Valeria climb the Tower of the Snake, they encounter a three-eyed monster (two in front, and one in the back of its head) that is summarily put down by Subotai. Considering Milius wanted to avoid too much of a supernatural influence, it's logical this scene was discarded for that reason.
  • A different ending was written, but never shot that had Conan and Subotai parting ways in a closing bit of male bonding. 
 

With the films popularity around the world, that meant clones and rip-offs were a bounty reaped by hungry movie producers seeking a big hit of their own. Italy was where the bulk of the CONAN clones came from, and none of them approached the majesty of Milius's movie. A handful were made on domestic shores, too. Some of the best are the aforementioned THE SWORD & THE SORCERER (1982), THE BEASTMASTER (1982), DEATHSTALKER (1983), and HUNDRA (1983); that last title is of special interest in that it's a female version of the story with an equally spectacular score by Ennio Morricone. Incidentally, HUNDRA got a rip-off in the form of RED SONJA (1985), co-starring Arnold Schwarzenegger. Some of the best of the worst offenders are ATOR, THE FIGHTING EAGLE (1982), THE SWORD & THE BARBARIAN (1983), THE WARRIOR & THE SORCERESS (1984), and WIZARDS OF THE LOST KINGDOM (1985).

 
A sequel to CONAN came in 1984 titled CONAN THE DESTROYER. It delivered a far heavier dose of fantasy and monsters that the original lacked. Audience reaction was even more divided this second go round. In 2011, a mostly horrible remake surfaced from Lionsgate. A 90 million mega-bomb, it was a failed attempt to create a new franchise with character spin-offs. Amazingly, producers are trying again with a reported LEGEND OF CONAN film starring Arnold in what has been reported the first of a trilogy. It remains to be seen if this becomes a reality considering the poor showing of the remake, and lack of audience interest in Arnold's spate of films since his comeback.


Arguably the finest example of the Sword and Sorcery formula, John Milius created a unique world that was influential on cinema around the globe. It cemented its star as a legend among the new crop of Hollywood action heroes that dominated the 1980s. Castigated by some, and celebrated by many, CONAN THE BARBARIAN (1982) asks what is best in a celluloid legacy -- to crush the opposition, see pretenders driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of your detractors, by Crom. 

This review is representative of the Universal Blu-ray.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

10 To Midnight (1983) review




10 TO MIDNIGHT 1983

Charles Bronson (Leo Kessler), Gene Davis (Warren Stacy), Andrew Stevens (Paul McAnn), Lisa Eilbacher (Laurie Kessler), Geoffrey Lewis (Dave Dante), Wilford Brimley (Captain Malone), Robert F. Lyons (Nathan Zager), Kelly Preston (Doreen; billed as Kelly Palzis)

Directed by J. Lee Thompson

***WARNING! This review contains nudity***

The Short Version: Charles Bronson does a dirtier Harry in this 1983 Cannon thriller. Both sleazy and slickly made, J. Lee Thompson's fourth directed Bronson vehicle is among the actors best remembered works. Often offensive, frequently compelling, Bronson takes on a sadistic naked killer with a penchant for disemboweling women, and will stop at nothing to put him away. Not for the squeamish, this trashy quasi-horror movie brilliantly balances its exploitation and exposition, then blows you away with one of action cinemas most shockingly rewarding endings ever.


Warren Stacy is an office equipment repairman who has trouble meeting women. His self-imposed sexual frustration leads the disturbed Warren to kill the women that refuse his advances. No-nonsense cop Leo Kessler knows who the killer is, but hampered by a legal system that seems to protect the guilty and endanger the innocent, Leo takes matters into his own hands to stop Warren before he can kill again.



Charles Bronson followed up the unpleasant DEATH WISH 2 (1981) with this even more unsettling slasher movie decked out in murder thriller tresses. Rarely has trash been directed as well as it is in J. Lee Thompson's morbid movie. It's never extremely graphic, but there's something inherently uncomfortable about nude, or scantily dressed women being terrorized and killed by a knife-wielding psychopath with a preference for butchering in the buff. 


The script by William Roberts covers more bases than this sort of material normally does -- carving some strikingly well-rounded characterizations in a way that Michael Winner's sordid DEATH WISHers from the 80s never mustered. It chastises an inadequate legal system and the slimy counselors whose job it is to help get sick bastards back on the streets; special attention to Geoffrey Lewis as Dante, a lawyer who pushes for the truth, but his truth comes in the form of a dollar sign. Meanwhile, the script portrays Kessler as a gruff old-timer with an abhorrence for red tape and all those sticky formalities. Kessler is saddled with a much younger partner in the form of Paul McCann (Stevens), and he's strictly by the book. 


Bronson does wonders as the hardened lawman, coming to life in ways Paul Kersey never did. Aside from one being an architect and the other a cop, Kersey is like a silent, tortured soul whose only lot in life is to sweep up street scum, and operate as an inadvertent jinx to any potential female companions. Leo on the other hand, is alive with an angry verve often associated with an elder statesman longing for simpler times. Kersey was a vigilante and Leo is driven to it by the end upon realizing the (f)law will likely set Warren free. 

By comparison, Leo Kessler is more Harry Callahan than Paul Kersey. Leo's words of wisdom often include such pearls as "The way the law protects those maggots out there you'd think they were an endangered species", and "I remember when 'legal' meant 'lawful'. Now it means some kind of a loophole".


Despite their glaring differences, and McCann being a "profound pain in the ass", both men get along, and work very well together. Some of the dialog riffs off the age difference between them. This dichotomy is a balancing act with some heavy exploitation elements while giving the audience something to think about between two men with different views of the law -- one who follows the rules, and one who opts to break them. Scriptwriter Roberts even finds time to develop a bit of romance for McCann and Kessler's aggressive, but perky, and very attractive daughter, Laurie. As to be expected, she becomes a target of the naked killer, Warren Stacy. 


Gene Davis redefines creepy in the role of Warren, a young man with a massive amount of social and mental issues. Incapable of co-existing -- much less having relationships -- with women, Warren's easy out is to simply exterminate them. Lacking any refinements in manners, or social graces, the charmless, frustrated slasher is resigned to stabbing with a different sort of knife. Warren is instantly unlikable. It's almost as if he doesn't want women to like him. It's one thing to be uncomfortable about meeting a woman, but Warren is forceful and abrasive; often ruining any chance with the opposite sex as soon as he opens his mouth to speak; and this is a good thing since any sort of co-mingling with this sadist will result in a knife to the gut. 



Davis the actor is a real trouper, though, considering he runs around minus clothing the bulk of his screen time. In a time period where DNA wasn't an option, killing in the nude works in Stacy's favor, while acting as a metaphor for his sexual performance -- substituting a knife for his penis.


Warren's interactions with the fairer sex may all end in bloody disaster, but his run-ins with Kessler are all gems. It's in these bits that some minor humor emerges from the cesspool of sleaze 10 TO MIDNIGHT is dipped in. One of the best is when Warren is brought in for questioning, but is released because of a lack of evidence. Moments before he's let go, Kessler indulges in some good old fashioned excessive force after whipping out Warren's dick gobbler in a bit of 'evidence obtained under duress'. Even so, Leo knows he's got the right man -- it comes with age.


The final 15 grueling minutes when Warren gets inside Laurie's dorm room she shares with three female friends mirrors the sickening Richard Speck murders of 1966. One of her roommates is a young Kelly Preston (billed here as Kelly Palzis). Up to this point, 10 TO MIDNIGHT has been provocative in its message, and gratuitous in its violence; now it becomes harrowing and right disturbing as the buck naked slasher systematically disembowels Laurie's roomies while searching the place so as to put his knife in her. It's modestly gory, but the scene is shot and edited so masterfully, it ends up feeling even more nasty than what is shown.


10 TO MIDNIGHT (1983) was a success for Cannon and another intensely violent thriller headlined by Bronson. The actor had already done a Dirty Harry impersonation in 1973 with THE STONE KILLER. In this picture, Bronson is a dirtier Harry. Copiously padded with male and female nudity, and capped by an incredible shock ending, 10 TO MIDNIGHT ranks high on the Bronson meter; as well as being a greasy high point in Tough Guy cinema.

This review is representative of the MGM DVD.
 
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