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A Most Underrated Year: Revisiting the Films of 1981 (October)

Enter the Ninja (10/2)
Zoot Suit (10/2)
Montenegro (10/9)
My Dinner with Andre (10/11)
Galaxy of Terror (10/23)
Halloween II (10/30)
Looker (10/30)

While overall the films released in October 1981 don’t match the production quality or critical acclaim of a number of films released earlier that year, October’s releases had something for everyone: a romantic comedy, an eventual art house classic, a thriller, a couple of cult action and sci-fi films, and a fair amount of horror. The films released in theaters in October 1981 grossed over $75 million domestically, less than half of the previous month’s gross. October 1981 might seen more as a month of guilty pleasures than of timeless classics, but nonetheless there are still a few notables to revisit today. But let’s start with the films that didn’t make the notable list:

Disney’s live action The Watcher In the Woods (10/9) starring Bette Davis and Carroll Baker, about an American family moving into a haunted British country home, was originally released in April 1980. The story hits the ground running with an ominous tone and is darker than the typical Disney live action movie of that era. But due to terrible reviews and abysmal box office upon its initial release, a new ending was shot by a different director and the film was re-released in October of 1981. The $5 million it earned at the box office in 1981 was still a disappointment against its $9 million budget. Bob Brooks’s dark thriller Tattoo (10/9) starring Bruce Dern and Maud Adams was also originally slated for release in 1980 but was pushed back by a year. Dern plays tattoo artist Karl Kinski, whose obsession over fashion model Maddie (Adams) leads to stalking, kidnapping and abuse (which led to some protests against the film). Dern fully commits to the deranged character of Karl, making for some uncomfortable scenes, but the overdone script and uneven tone make the film mostly forgettable.

Full Moon High (10/9) written and directed by Larry Cohen is a schlocky horror comedy starring Adam Arkin as werewolf that goes back to high school. Arkin makes the most of the material he has to work with, but the silly humor and predictable performances make this a film that leaves you scratching your head as to why you spent an hour and a half of your life watching it. Paternity (10/2), directed by David Steinberg, is a romantic comedy starring Burt Reynolds and Beverly D’Angelo that doesn’t crack the notable list due to a script that tries a little too hard and doesn’t hit the mark. Reynolds plays Buddy Evans, a single 44 year old man man in New York who hires Maggie (played by D’Angelo) to be the surrogate mother of his child. They start as complete strangers but Reynolds and D’Angelo play them with a comfortable familiarity that makes their eventual feelings for each other plausible. Though it’s pretty much forgotten today, it still earned almost $19 million at the box office (double the budget) and was in steady rotation on cable TV in the early 80s.

All the Marbles (10/16) stars Peter Falk as a low level manager for The California Dolls, two women wrestlers working and suffering their way across the country through dingy, smoke filled arenas to further their careers with no clear idea of what “making it” will actually be (wrestling in Japan? TV wrestling?). The poundings in the ring take a physical toll on Iris (Vicki Frederick), and Molly (Laurene Landon) relies on pharmaceuticals thanks to Harry’s forged doctor’s prescription. The wrestling scenes are well choreographed and shot, but the rest of the film suffers from substandard lighting and sound editing, and soap opera level schmaltz that doesn’t effectively play on the emotions, but rather just pulls the audience out. It earned $6.5 million in North America. Director Jim Sharman’s Shock Treatment (which he co-wrote with Richard O’Brien) was the now forgotten follow up to The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Six years after Rocky Horror’s release, Brad (Cliff de Young) and Janet (Jessica Harper) find themselves in a town set inside a television studio and run by a powerful corporate sponsor. Despite members of the original cast including Patricia Quinn and Nell Campbell (who played Magenta and Columbia in Rocky Horror) appearing in Shock Treatment, the film was a critical and financial failure and disavowed by fans of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. The Canadian productions Silence of the North (10/23 US) and The Pit (10/23 Canada) rounded out October 1981’s non-notable films.

And now the notable films of October 1981:

Enter the Ninja (10/2) is a classic low budget action movie by The Cannon Group that was a huge personal favorite of mine forty years ago, and a film that I’ll still watch every so often as a guilty pleasure. There are several movies that didn’t make the “notable” list for October 1981 that surpass Enter the Ninja’s production level and story quality, but its cult status gives this film an honorable mention for the month. When the film first hit cable TV around 1982-1983 I was a ten year old hooked on Marvel Comics’ Daredevil stories featuring The Hand written and drawn by Frank Miller. Italian actor Franco Nero plays Cole (though his dialogue was dubbed), a modern day ninja who arrives in the Philippines to find his friends Frank (played by Alex Courtney) and Mary Ann (Susan George) struggling to protect their farm from greedy businessman Venarius (Christopher George). Cole and Frank take on Venarius’s men, but Venarius fights fire with fire when he hires Cole’s nemesis Hasegawa (Sho Kosugi). Considering the film’s numerous tropes (the greedy businessman who will do anything to get what he wants, the protagonist as a one-man army, a henchman with a hook in place of a hand) Franco Nero brings more to the role than most actors would have, showcasing his professionalism, talent and dedication in spite of a clunky script (you can’t help but chuckle at the opening sequence, complete with production smoke that makes no sense in the daylight, the least stealth ninjas you’ll ever see in a movie, and Franco Nero’s very noticeable mustache under his mask). Overall Enter the Ninja is a low rent martial arts film, with barely two dimensional characters in an overly predictable plot. But in spite of everything the production lacks, Enter the Ninja is a FUN movie with Franco Nero the personification of cool. While it’s not the best showcase of the great Franco Nero’s work, he’s all in and carries the film. Without him it would have been forgotten. Enter the Ninja ultimately grossed $15 million against its $1.5 million budget.

Zoot Suit (10/2) written and directed by Luis Valdez (who also directed 1987’s hit film La Bamba) is a powerful drama about a Mexican-American family in 1940’s Los Angeles that is upended by the arrest of their son Henry Reyna (played by Daniel Valdez), who along with several of his friends is on trial for murder. The story is based on a real life event (the Sleepy Lagoon Murder of 1942) and set against the backdrop of racial tensions in Los Angeles that led to the Zoot Suit Riots of 1943. In the film, Henry and his friends languish in jail against insufficient evidence and a court that finagles the concept of due process in a racially charged effort to find them guilty despite the earnest efforts of Henry’s lawyer George Shearer (played by Charles Aidman) and reporter Alice Bloomfield (Tyne Daly). Edward James Olmos (Blade Runner, Stand and Deliver, Battlestar Galactica) is Zoot Suit’s cool narrator and guide El Pachuco. Zoot Suit is an adaptation of Valdez’s Broadway play of the same title (he also wrote and directed that version), and he incorporates these theatrical roots by occasionally moving the camera back to represent parts of the story as a stage play, complete with shots of the audience in their seats. While it’s a bold directorial decision, ultimately this move becomes distracting and unfortunately can draw the viewer out of the emotionally powerful scenes. At times Zoot Suit crosses into melodrama, but it’s themes of family, identity and social justice are clear as Valdez puts his heart into the story and his vision onto the screen. While the film wasn’t highly praised by the critics at the time of its release and only grossed $3.2 million against its $2.7 million dollar budget, Zoot Suit was ultimately honored with selection to the National Film Registry of the U.S. Library of Congress in 2019.

Montenegro (10/9) is a quirky, cerebral comedy by Dusan Makavejev starring Susan Anspach as Marilyn, an American housewife living in Sweden with her husband and children. She’s bored, undersexed (at one point literally setting her bed on fire due to her husband’s lack of interest) and coolly unstable as she just tries to get through each tedious day. Her life takes an unexpected but welcome turn when she misses a flight and accepts a ride from a group of Yugoslavs who take her to their provincial watering hole Zanzibar. Over the course of the night she goes with the flow, getting drunk on strange liquor, ending up in an attic decorated with red lights and sleeping on a musty bed with her new “friends.” Elements of their initial interaction would scream “human trafficking” in this day and age, but Makavejev’s script and direction bring the audience eagerly along for the ride. Is this a diversion for Marilyn, getting it all out of her system? Or is it another example of the organized chaos she unapologetically leaves in her wake? If you can get past the uneven opening scenes, Montenegro is a beguiling film due to Anspach’s performance, the supporting characters that have been given quirky scenes that act as connective tissue for the story (and at times solidifying Marilyn’s lack of desire to rush home), and scenes heavy on ironic humor. At times viewers might expect the film to take a turn into an old school European erotic comedy, but even with the story’s surreal erotic sheen, Montenegro stays more grounded than expected with a subdued tone and understated humor in the vein of Bill Forsythe’s classic films Gregory’s Girl and Local Hero. I also highly recommend Makavejev’s 1985 lighter but no less quirky follow up film The Coca-Cola Kid starring Eric Roberts.

Galaxy of Terror (10/23) directed by Bruce D. Clark and produced by Roger Corman’s New World Pictures, is a cult sci-fi horror film that always seems to be available on one streaming service or another, with a painted movie poster that gives more of a 60’s sci-fi vibe than early 80’s. It begins with a long pan across the wasteland of the mysterious planet Morganthus to the stranded derelict ship Remus where a crew member, consumed by intense fear and surrounded by the massacred bodies of his crew members, fights for survival (unsuccessfully) against an unseen alien. Commander Ilvar (Bernard Behrens) is tasked with leading a rescue mission to Morganthus with a less than enthusiastic crew. After a rough landing that damages their ship, Baelon (Zalman King) leads the scout team to investigate the Remus, finding the ship in shambles with no survivors. When new team member Cos (Jack Blessing) is killed by a tentacled creature, Baelon recommends repairing their ship and leaving as quickly as possible. Ilvar reminds him they’re on a rescue mission and there are still four crew members of the Remus unaccounted for. They investigate a mysterious pyramid and one by one they’re preyed upon with gruesome outcomes based on their own personal fears. For a low budget cult sci-fi film from 1981 (I hesitate to use the term “classic”), I’m giving this film a lot more latitude. James Cameron (Aliens, Titanic, Avatar) worked as production designer, giving the sets surprisingly high production value in spite of the film’s $1.8 million budget. But Cameron’s impressive work and the best efforts of the cast (which includes Robert Englund, Erin Moran, Edward Albert, Sid Haig, Ral Walson, Grace Zabriskie, and Taaffe O’Connell, who really give their all in this film) are unfortunately brought down by an overdone script, slow pace, a very controversial scene that almost got the film an X rating, and over the top music and sound effects that distract rather than complement the film. In spite of the film’s limited theatrical release, it still earned $4 million against its $1.8 million budget.

Looker (10/30) written and directed by Michael Crichton is probably the most prescient film of 1981 when revisited today, taking a deep dive that mirrors current Deepfake technology combined with the financial stakes behind the corporate advertisements that dominate day to day life. Whenever I talk about this film with a fellow cinephile, my conversation usually begins with “Hear me out…” as I try to convince them Crighton’s foresight makes it worthy of revisiting. Top Beverly Hills plastic surgeon Dr. Larry Roberts (played by the great Albert Finney) is puzzled by the string of commercial actresses requesting his services to correct seemingly imperceptible flaws on their faces and bodies down to the millimeter. Actress Lisa (Terri Welles) is his fourth successful patient, but as she prepares for a date her doorbell rings and she’s flashed with a bright light that momentarily stuns her, causing her to fall off her balcony to her death. A mysterious man (Tim Rossovich) leaves a pen and a button behind. The next day, as Larry looks over his latest patient Cindy (Susan Dey), he’s visited by Lt. Masters of the LAPD (played by Dorian Harewood) with questions about Lisa and another patient who had also died under suspicious circumstances. Their files are missing from Larry’s records, as are his pen and a button on his jacket, which satisfies Lt. Masters’s belief that Roberts is a suspect. His previous patient Tina (Kathryn Witt) arrives to see him and desperately asks him to reverse her surgery. She quickly leaves in a state of paranoia that she’s being followed. Roberts looks through her purse she left behind, finding a vial of cocaine and a list of measurements from a company called Digital Matrix run by John Reston (James Coburn). Larry and Cindy infiltrate Digital Matrix and find their work involves using advanced technology to scan actors and actresses bodies in order to be digitally added to television commercials, and they’ll do anything and eliminate anyone that gets too close even if it means using their latest weapon. Ultimately Looker flopped with critics and at the box office, earning $3 million against its $12 million budget. At the time the film’s plot was far fetched and required a high level of suspension of disbelief for the story elements and plot holes that are at times filled in with overly expository dialogue. But forty years later Looker’s strong points are in its parallels to today’s concerns over digitally manipulated images and the impact on media, politics, etc. Looker’s visually engaging cinematography, production design and editing hold up better than most films from 1981, and the cast led by Albert Finney, Susan Dey and James Coburn doesn’t play down to the flawed script. Upon further review you’ll see that in today’s age of Deepfakes that Crichton just might have been on to something.

Halloween II (10/30) starts where 1978’s Halloween left off: it’s October 31st and despite six bullets from Dr. Loomis (Donald Pleasance), escaped mental patient Michael Myers (Dick Warlock) is still on the loose in Haddonfield as Laurie Strode (Jamie Lee Curtis) is sent to the hospital for a stab wound from their initial meeting. The town is on high alert for Myers, with the body count quickly piling up. The film’s pacing is a little slow and spends too much time on the minor characters (as Michael’s soon to be victims) instead of Laurie, which keeps Michael Myers busy but gives Jamie Lee Curtis little to work with in the first half of the film. In spite of setups that are overly drawn out and jump scares that sometimes lack punch, Halloween II is still notable for Michael Myers place in pop culture and the longevity of the Halloween franchise. This sequel directed by Rick Rosenthal didn’t live up to the critical and financial standards set by 1978’s Halloween, earning just over $25 million at the North American box office compared to the initial film’s $47 million box office return.

My Dinner with Andre

Release Date: October 11, 1981
Starring Wallace Shawn and Andre Gregory
Directed by Louis Malle, Cinematography by Jeri Sopanen

My Dinner with Andre (10/11) directed by Louis Malle (Atlantic City) and starring Wallace Shawn and Andre Gregory, has long been referenced as the classic example of arthouse cinema almost to the point of cliché (as well as occasional parody). But ironically many cinephiles I know have never actually watched this film. And of those I know who have, some walked away from it wondering what led the film to be as exalted as it has been over the last 40 plus years. For me the beauty of My Dinner with Andre has always been in its simplicity as a production and its sincerity (props to Malle, Shawn and Gregory for taking a long, at times esoteric conversation based on Gregory’s actual travels and turning it into a feature film), and with each screening my fascination with it never fades.

The opening shots of Wallace Shawn (The Princess Bride, Toy Story, Vanya on 42nd Street) walking along Canal Street and into the heavily graffitied subway of “gold old, bad old New York City” have the expected grainy patina of a low budget film of that era, and the camera setups give the feel of a 16mm student film (but hey, that’s what makes it artsy, right?). Shawn plays Wallace, a struggling New York actor and playwright who meets with theater director Andre to reconnect over dinner at an upscale restaurant. At the beginning of the film Wallace admits to the audience he had been avoiding Andre for several years but took the invitation at the advice of his agent in the hope of getting some work to pay the bills. The look of ambivalence on Wallace’s face says it all as he walks up to the restaurant, feeling out of place and under dressed once he walks in. Andre greets him with warm welcome, and as soon as they place their orders of quail their conversation kicks into another gear as Andre recounts his travels over the last five years since he left New York. Wallace sits through dinner with curiosity and interest but tempered with occasional confusion. Andre’s incredible retelling of his travels is an existential and at times fantastical deconstruction of his physical journey, his emotional experiences and his psychological evolution, which are then countered by Wallace’s more grounded views on life, his practical interpretations of coincidence, and the appreciation of his own simple lifestyle in which he comes home to his girlfriend, reads Charlton Heston’s biography, and is thankful for the cold cup of coffee waiting for him in the morning.

My Dinner with Andre is a low budget filmmaker’s dream scenario of an entire story taking place with two main characters in one main location. The simplicity of the camera set ups and coverage shots are countered by the complexity of Andre Gregory’s long, intriguing monologues (props to him for not only memorizing these long stretches of dialogue, but also for performing the long continuous takes of him speaking). The flow of Wallace and Andre’s conversation gives the impression it could have been filmed in real time over the course of two hours, though it was actually a two week shoot primarily in Virginia. Early on you wonder how you can sit through almost two hours of a conversation as a fifth wheel, but you ultimately feel connected. It’s a testament not only to their performances and Malle’s direction, but to Andre Gregory and Wallace Shawn’s ability to script an incredibly nuanced conversation between two emotional opposites. As My Dinner with Andre winds down, the simple piano notes playing over Wallace’s taxi ride home add a nostalgic feel, as if you’re witnessing Andre and Wallace unknowingly having dinner for the last time. It’s a memory Wallace will be carrying with him for years to come, looking back on it as an unexpected but pure moment of two acquaintances opening up to each other. It’s also a reminder of how we need those moments, the connections, and those friends in our lives we can truly talk to and reconnect with no matter how much time has passed (Malle would again direct Shawn and Gregory in 1994’s Vanya on 42nd Street). My Dinner With Andre rightfully deserves the praise it received upon its release and the respect it has earned over the course of forty plus years. It earned over $5 million against its $475,000 budget.

Next Up: Fante’s Inferno continues its retrospective with the films of November 1981!

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A Most Underrated Year: Revisiting the Films of 1981 (April)

April

Atlantic City (4/3/81)
Nighthawks (4/10/81)
Excalibur (4/10/81)
The Howling (4/10/81)
Knightriders (4/10/81)
The Last Chase (4/10/81)
The Hand (4/24/81)
Ms. 45 (4/24/81)

While March 1981 could be considered the month of noir, April 1981 had something for everybody with eight notable films that included two gritty New York City action thrillers (Nighthawks and Ms. 45), two horror films (The Howling and The Hand), two very different but immensely enjoyable films with knights battling in armor (Excalibur and Knightriders), a crime drama (Atlantic City) and a hard to find dystopian film that barely made a blip upon its release but developed a cult following (The Last Chase). While Excalibur and Atlantic City had the most acclaim of April’s lineup, each of the other films are must sees forty years later.

Even though April 1981’s comedy releases recouped more than their individual budgets, none make the notable list. Hardly Working, written and directed by Jerry Lewis, was a forgettable comedy about a guy that just can’t get things right at numerous jobs. It grossed $25 million domestically (plus $24 million international) despite the terrible reviews and having been shelved for almost two years prior to its release. Carl Gottlieb’s comedy Caveman (April 17) starring Ringo Starr, Shelley Long and Dennis Quaid almost quadrupled its budget with a $16 million gross, but even with the film’s charm and the cast’s on screen chemistry, forty years later it’s a curiosity piece built on slapstick that wears on an adult audience. The comedy Going Ape! starring Tony Danza as the inheritor of three circus orangutans earned $5 million at the box office, but based on the film’s quality it’s safe to say its budget didn’t come close to that amount. Writer/director Jeremy Joe Kronsberg also wrote the successful films Any Which Way You Can and Every Which Way But Loose starring the beloved orangutan Clyde and a guy named Eastwood, but Going Ape! was unable to sustain the late 70’s/early 80’s orangutan craze (sarcasm), falling flat upon its release and barely rating as a guilty pleasure forty years later.

Cop thriller Nighthawks directed by Bruce Malmuth stood out in a crowded April 10th weekend, with Rutger Hauer as an international terrorist taking his wares to the crime ridden early 80’s New York City, and Sylvester Stallone and Billy Dee Williams as the NYPD cops tasked with catching him. Early in the film undercover sergeants Deke DaSilva (Stallone) and Matthew Fox (Williams) showcase their unorthodox methods in the decoy unit as they take out New York City’s street crime one thwarted mugging at a time. Meanwhile in London, Wulfgar Reinhardt (Hauer) is Interpol’s most wanted terrorist, planting bombs in support of “the cause” (which is actually not specified in the film). But Wulfgar’s misguided zeal has made him a loose cannon, with little thought of the children killed in the London bombing, and killing one of his own contacts without realizing he was carrying a passport with Wulfgar’s picture. Now he needs a new face and a new territory to earn the terrorist network’s trust as well as the money owed to him. But Interpol is one step ahead of him, banking on Wulfgar’s ego bringing him to New York City to capitalize on the press coverage in the world’s largest media market. DaSilva and Fox are assigned against their will to the new anti-terrorism unit (ATAC) in anticipation of Wulfgar’s arrival in New York. As they grudgingly work their way through the thorough but mundane training by Inspector Hartman (Nigel Davenport), Wulfgar arrives in NYC with a new face and new targets in mind.

For a police thriller set in the crime ridden, early 80’s New York City starring Sylvester Stallone, Billy Dee Williams and Rutger Hauer (in his American film debut), Nighthawks is a pretty restrained film. Unfortunately it drags in the second act, overdoing it with Hartman’s classroom anti-terrorism training, but director Bruce Malmuth makes great use of the New York City locations, especially the scene at the Roosevelt Island tram. Cinematographer James Contner catches every layer of dirt on the buildings, every piece of garbage on the street, and New York City’s depressed haze from the rooftops. Hauer’s performance as Wulfgar (great name…) is a primer for his signature role as Roy Batty in Blade Runner one year later. Stallone and Williams make a great and believable team as they confidently walk where most wouldn’t as an army of two, knowing their street smarts (and the shotguns under their coats) give them an advantage over the street thugs of NYC. Williams is always cool and badass (though under utilized at times in this film), but it’s a really muted performance for Stallone, which makes Deke DaSilva the anti-Cobretti when compared to Stallone’s 1986 over-the-top cop thriller Cobra.

Ms. 45 (April 24), directed by Abel Ferrara from the screenplay by Nicholas St. John, is a hard hitting revenge film starring Zoe Tamerlis as Thana, a mute garment worker who uses the gun of one of her attackers to take her revenge on the lecherous men of New York City. The opening title, accented by five loud, clear gunshots prepares the audience for an hour and twenty minutes of Death Wish inspired vengeance, but nothing can prepare the audience for the brutality of first ten minutes of the film, which are very hard to watch. Thana’s daily life involves the gauntlet of men harassing her and her co-workers in New York’s Garment District, but her stoic innocence and vulnerability is shattered upon her return home from work when she is brutalized in two separate attacks outside and inside her home. She kills her second attacker, and in the process of disposing of his body uses his gun to protect herself and ultimately hunt the seemingly endless string of sleazy, dangerous men that draw themselves to her. Ferrara’s in your face directing style pulls no punches, but what is the line between a scene shot in an unflinching manner and a gratuitous one? Or between hard hitting drama and exploitation? But it’s a hard hitting, well shot independent film, making Ms. 45 noteworthy for 1981. Ferrara skillfully films the city streets in Thana’s thirst for revenge, from daytime shots of abandoned lots and buildings to stylized night shots that showcase Thana’s own personal transformation from meek seamstress to stylish killer (especially the scene shot at Bethesda Fountain in Central Park). But make no mistake, Ms. 45 is a film that is endured as much as enjoyed, but can still be respected for its overall cinematic merits.

In director Joe Dante’s classic horror film The Howling Dee Wallace plays Karen White, a Los Angeles news reporter dealing with severe trauma she suffered after going too deep undercover to unmask a sexual predator. At the advice of psychologist George Waggner (played by Patrick MacNee), Karen and her husband Bill Neill (Christopher Stone) visit his Colony for patients to continue her therapy, which they will find out is not what it seems. Bill is attacked by a werewolf and himself undergoes a transformation during a moment of infidelity with Colony resident Marsha (Elisabeth Brooks). Dee Wallace carries the emotional weight of the film from the opening scenes, but The Howling takes awhile to get to the crux of the horror, meandering through Karen’s psychological trauma and her strained marriage with Bill before living up to its title as a werewolf film. Dante got a lot of production value out of the film’s $1.5 million budget, highlighted by the locations, production design and Rob Bottin’s makeup effects for the werewolf sequences. Despite the limits of the horror make-up effects of that era when (unfairly) compared to today’s standards, there is something the latex, slime and fur brings to the screen that is missing from a flat, lifeless CGI effect, and shows the difference between “lifelike” (practical) and “realistic” (CGI). But Joe Dante’s The Howling is not a nostalgia piece for special effects comparison, but rather a layered story that’s part horror, part psychological thriller and just the right amount of camp. Definitely worth revisiting.

Martin Burke’s dystopian The Last Chase (April 10) shows its age forty years later (if you can find it), but its dated veneer shouldn’t discount it from the list of notable films of 1981. Since its cinematic blip on the radar and subsequent run on cable TV, The Last Chase hasn’t exactly worked its way up to “forgotten classic” status, but the theme of this film and the great cast makes it more engaging today. Lee Majors plays former race car driver Frank Hart, who twenty years after his career ended for causing an accident that killed two drivers, lives a tired, solitary life working as a spokesman for a now auto-less Boston’s transportation authority. Fed up with pushing anti-car propaganda by day, at night he works on a secret project reassembling his old race car for a cross country “escape” to California with the help of prep student Ring (played by Chris Makepeace). But they’ll have to outrun former Korean and Vietnam War fighter pilot J.G. Williams (Burgess Meredith) to get there. Read my full review here.

To include Oliver Stone’s The Hand (April 10) in the list of Michael Caine’s questionable film choices back in the 80’s (see Water and Jaws: The Revenge as examples) is both unfair and an inaccurate assessment of a very effective psychological thriller and diamond in the rough for 1981. Caine plays Jon Lansdale, successful cartoonist of the newspaper comic strip Mandro, who loses his drawing hand in a car accident. The loss of his livelihood takes a toll on his relationships with his wife and daughter (played by Andrea Marcovicci and Mara Hobel), and he moves to California to start over in a teaching position at a local college. But he’s haunted by his severed hand, now with a life of its own and back to hurt those around him. The Hand is an underrated film, with a chilling, understated performance by Michael Caine. My full review can be found here.

Atlantic City

Release Date: April 3, 1981 (U.S.)
Starring: Burt Lancaster, Susan Sarandon, Robert Joy, Hollis McLaren, Kate Reid
Directed by Louis Malle; Screenplay by John Guare; Cinematography by Richard Ciupka; Editing by Suzanne Baron

Director Louis Malle’s drama Atlantic City is technically a 1980 film, having premiered in France (September 3, 1980) and Canada (December 19, 1980) due to their co-production of the film, but I’ve included it in 1981’s list of notable films not only for its April 3, 1981 U.S. release date, but also the $12.7 million U.S. box office and the five Academy Award nominations it earned that year (Best Picture, Director, Original Screenplay, Actor and Actress).

The film begins with former gangster Lou Pascal (Burt Lancaster) watching Sally Matthews (Susan Sarandon) perform her evening ritual of rubbing lemon juice on herself in front of her kitchen window.(there’s a good reason for this) from his modest apartment near the Atlantic City boardwalk. It’s a serene moment to open the film, but Malle (My Dinner With Andre, Au Revoir Les Enfants, Vanya on 42nd Street) took screenwriter John Guare’s script and crafted a drama that expertly transitions the ebbs and flows between the quieter character driven scenes and the violent crime moments in an Atlantic City that has seen better, and rougher days.

Cut to a Philadelphia phone booth where a scruffy David (Robert Joy) scopes out a stash of cocaine left for a drug deal and swoops in to swipe it just before the intended recipients can pick it up. He takes it on the road with his pregnant girlfriend Chrissie (Hollis McLaren), making plans for when the baby arrives, even if those plans are not born out of good judgment. But their car breaks down on the highway and they’re forced to walk and hitch a ride in the back of a flatbed truck to an Atlantic City that is in a state of decay and irrelevance, evidenced by the demolition of one of its once classic hotels. David and Chrissie walk the boardwalk to one of the casinos lugging their gear like two old school hobos, standing out among the more decently dressed gamblers as they look for Sally, who’s none too happy to see them at her work and their latest attempt to mooch off of her. But yet again she falls prey to sympathy for her pregnant sister and takes David and Chrissie to her apartment just as a dapper Lou leaves his next door apartment to start his day’s work.

Lou’s job is taking care of the bedridden former beauty queen Grace (Kate Reid) by cooking her meals, walking her dog and doing her shopping. She treats him horribly but he takes it in stride (can anyone else besides the great Burt Lancaster play it this cool?). Meanwhile at Sally’s apartment, David has no problem taking her for granted, pushing another guilt trip and stealing the wallet from her purse. Her connection to the hopeless couple goes farther a strained sisterly bond: David is Sally’s ex-husband who left her for Chrissie.

Lou catches Sally on the boardwalk running back to her job. He drops off Grace’s poodle for a grooming and begins his rounds collecting small change bets for a numbers game. Sally takes a blackjack class under the watchful eyes and lecherous hands of her strict teacher Joseph, hoping to one day work her way up to dealer. As Lou drops the days bets off at a local club, an anxious David tries to cut the owner Fred in on the sale of his recent score of cocaine. Fred knows where the stash came from and refuses to do business with David, but gives him the number of a potential customer. David schmoozes Lou into letting him use his apartment, and back at Lou’s place he cuts the cocaine with powdered laxatives to double the day’s score from $2,000 to $4,000.

Lou shows David around Atlantic City, the stomping grounds he never left since he worked for the men who worked for the likes of Lucky Luciano and Meyer Lansky. He’s an understated, charming old man, but he’s not in David’s game to fill a desperation for conversation. Lou wants back into bigger action than the quarter bets he collects for Frank. They walk into the hotel where the deal will take place, but David asks Lou to take the stash up for him and collect the cash while he waits in the lobby. Lou is suspicious of a set up but David convinces him his shabby attire would work against him in the deal. He reluctantly takes it, but more as a kind uncle than a hardened dealer. As Lou walks into a smokey poker game to close the deal, David walks the streets but he’s stopped and chased by the dealers he stole from in Philly (Vinnie and Felix), sold out by Frank. He climbs up a car parking rack (a very good sequence) but is unable to get away and stabbed.

Lou surprises himself by closing the $4,000 deal and washes his face to regain his composure. He’s recognized by his old friend Buddy working as a bathroom attendant and they reminisce about their old organized crime days over a shoeshine (complete with a story about Atlantic City’s former kingpin Nucky Johnson). He leaves the hotel to the sound of sirens and flashing police lights and sees David loaded into the back of an ambulance.

Sally is working in the oyster bar when a police detective brings her wallet that was found on David. They rush to the hospital but arrive just as David is pronounced dead. Sally is neither heartbroken or surprised, and when she tries to make a collect long distance call to David’s parents in Saskatchewan they won’t even accept the charges (does it get more Atlantic City than making a phone call as Robert Goulet croons outside of the phone booth?). Lou is there to walk her home, but they stop into a diner where Lou makes the call to break the news to David’s parents. As they walk into their crummy apartment building, they finally introduce themselves and call it a night.

Lou tries to wind down with a shot of whiskey and counts the $4000 in his pocket. He watches Sally through their windows as she starts her nightly routine of rubbing lemon juice on her skin to remove the smell from her work at the oyster bar. Inspired, or rather (ahem) invigorated, he pays Grace a visit. The next day he brings Sally the paperwork for David’s services and then treats himself to a new suit before dropping off another stash of cocaine to the poker players in Room 307. With renewed confidence Lou shows that he’s in control of the transaction by firmly not accepting anything but the cash. But that newfound swagger doesn’t diminish his loyalty to his old friends, and Lou celebrates in his new fortune by helping Buddy.

He meets Sally as she gets off work to let her know David’s body will be returned to his parents in Canada. She’s suspicious to his motives but he convinces her he’s on the level. Over lunch she tells Lou her dream of moving to Monaco to work as a blackjack dealer. Intrigued by Lou, she asks him to teach her things about life and the world, but draws a line when he asks to see her again. They return to their apartment building to be met by Vinnie and Felix hell bent on reclaiming their stash. They pay Lou no mind, but manhandle Sally as they search her for the missing cocaine. Lou stands helpless, his “old school” quasi gangster persona nothing more than a shell. Sally’s apartment has been broken into and ransacked, but Lou’s was untouched so he takes the stash, packs a bag and gun, and he’s out the door.

No spoilers here. Atlantic City weaves a story that lays just the right amount of sympathy for the aged hero and nostalgia for a long gone era without compromising the crime and suspense. As the third act plays out, we begin to see Lou for who he really is, rather than who he portrays himself to be. Burt Lancaster is a gem in each of the films he starred in throughout his career, and it’s hard to imagine another actor that could have brought the same pathos and resilience to the screen in Atlantic City. He and Sarandon are perfect opposite each other as two boardwalk working stiffs developing a realistic May/December relationship, and the supporting cast brings the additional emotional weight that engages an audience in the ramifications of their actions: from the ne’er do well David’s thirst for the quick big payoff with no regard to the dangers it poses to the mother of his child, to Chrissie’s naivete and inability to take full responsibility for stealing her sister’s husband. This film is a near flawless crime drama with Richard Ciupka’s cinematography representing the bleak day to day of a near forgotten city that lost hope for better days ahead, seamlessly cut together by editor Suzanne Baron. But the main theme of Atlantic City is more than nostalgia, but also the desire and sometimes desperation to hold on to one’s own relevance in a changing world.

Next up: We round out April 1981’s notable films by revisiting old school and new(ish) school Medieval times with John Boorman’s Excalibur and George Romero’s Knightriders!

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