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Dir. Donald Cammell
The films I've found myself
obsessing over now are those that cannot be easily defined - by genre and/or
tone. They can have clear things to them that can simply categorise them, but
the content is far more complicated. They are usually more profound, regardless
of being lurid genre films, because they impact you with more potent takes on
political messages, allegories or depicting anything from sex to violence. They
don't need an actual political message - as mere entertainment or provocation,
they can still touch uncomfortable or misused topics through mere cinematic
pleasure (and displeasure). White
of the Eye is a deliberately peculiar film. At odds with its
standardised serial killer plot - someone killing women in violent rituals - by
only having two murder scenes shown and by concerning itself with Paul
White (David Keith), a sound system
technician who is made a potential suspect by the police, and his
wife Joan White (Cathy Moriarty),
whose romantic view of him is slowly turning. Considering its made by The Cannon Group - a company which
undercut its American Ninjas with films like
this - a film that is mostly a drama of a family unit falling to pieces turned
into a psychodrama of the most elliptical and unsettling of ways is something
very different that what cinema usually is.
Again, most of this film could be
the same as a made-for-TV weepy about a family falling down. The wife suspects
her husband is having an affair, which is the case, and she had once had a
violent breakup with her first lover Mike Desantos (Alan Rosenberg) over him, complicated when Desantos appears again.
A daughter is between them all who could be harmed by this. What the film does
however around this content is it this with a serial killer story, using perversion
of such a story in a way much more intellectually rewarding while leaving me on
edge for the whole film. Filmed in the eighties - prosperity, ridiculous perms
on both genders' heads, slasher films - it misses the real meat to merely say it's
a critique on American ideology when it can go further. With his co-writer China Cammell, warping a novel he hated
into this adaptation, it nonetheless reminds the viewer, more powerfully, that in our apparent bliss, regardless of era
and nationality, regardless of how much our kitchens cost, people can be
wonderful human beings but also psychopathic. Flaws can be found and grow if
not treated. That you can literally find the worse nightmare in your bathroom,
in a scene that I'm never going to get out of my mind involving a thread. The
landscape outside is wonderful, from dunes to vast plains, but the city the
film is set in, no matter how big it is, is swallowed up by it. The worst in
human beings can exist in the apparent complacency of public, commercial life.
Very little violence is shown.
The most gore shed, reminiscent of Dario
Agrento's Tenebrae (1982) and
his fixation for pale, white walls and blood, is a tomato sauce being
splattered, the change still vile in suggestion of the brutality shown. A
reminder of Peeping Tom (1960) that
horrifies. Everything is ready to break into said violence without explicit
mutilation. Paul White is not what he's expected to be, his wife showing her
rage openly when it feels he has betrayed her, and Mike Desantos was violent
before, released from jail and with apparent mental illness, talking about a TV
in his head. Flashbacks to the original relationships between the three bleeds
into the current day, slowly complicating and showing the grim reality of the
situation. And then the film goes insane on purpose. All these years, I thought
a character actually strapped hotdogs to themselves thinking they were
dynamite. Actually seeing the scenes, they are dynamite, but the heightened
tone the film enters means they still reminded me of hotdogs. In fact it adds
to the terror of that final quarter this quirk of mine, absurd but horrifying
in how far it goes. It takes the delirious tone of a Andrzej Żuławski film, like Possession
(1981), where the organised chaos of the tone that White of the Eye develops into still conveys the most animalist in
people even if the content is silly on paper. The acting has a rawness
throughout, worth praising especially from Moriarty,
turning into a madden frenzy when that finale takes place. When logical reality
is replaced with the notion of heightened emotions affecting that reality, it
has an immensely powerful effect. The result, far from ridiculous in an
undermining way, is adding to the disturbing nature of what takes place.
The film switches through time
periods with a fluidity that blurs them together. The editing, a trademark in Cammell's small filmography, breaks
scenes and moments to lingering pieces when needed. Cammell, in both scenes of violence and out of them, examines
objects in extreme close-ups, adding a layer that makes them new. A police
officer's teeth in close-up, using floss, no connection to the narrative, is
made alien, new, to the viewer as well as unsettle by seeing any wire,
regardless of being dental, against human anatomy. The film looks like a glossy
eighties Cannon Group film, going
against the content inside. Night scenes are intentionally grainy and vague,
creating a tone to even love scenes by the fire where it's all not it seems.
The flashback tale is intentionally washed out in tone. The music by Rick Fenn and Pink Floyd's Nick Mason
adds as well to the film, atmospheric and adding a ghostly edge. The result, on
paper, feels like a film anyone could make. The result, onscreen, called White of the Eye isn't. Its leaves with
the aftershock of what has happened. As an expression of the failures of the
family unit, it uses its distortion to startle.
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Abstract Rating (High/Medium/Low/None): MEDIUM
Cammell still follows a narrative style you find in many films
closely, but how he does so is drastically different. It's as much a credit to
all the people on and offscreen who worked on it too in how the film effects
you as it does. Tragically not able to build a filmography beyond four films
and an unfinished short, Cammell's
safest chance at the highest ranking is his famous co-directed film with Nicolas Roeg....Performance (1970).
Personal Opinion
Shell shock. I've waited years to
see White of the Eye, and it was
even more than I hoped for. Praise for Arrow
Video for releasing it finally in the UK in early 2014. I have to calm my
nerves after seeing it now.
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