Damage

Tags

1990's, Damage, Drama, Erotic Drama, Jeremy Irons, Juliette Binoche, Leslie Caron, Louis Malle, Miranda Richardson, Rupert Graves

Film Title

Damage

Director

Louis Malle

Starring

• Jeremy Irons as Stephen Fleming
• Juliette Binoche as Anna Barton
• Miranda Richardson as Ingrid Fleming
• Rupert Graves as Martyn Fleming
• Leslie Caron as Elizabeth

Erotic obsession and the devastation of infidelity are dispassionately captured in Damage, directed with clinical hands by Louis Malle and performed admirably by the cast. It’s not a film for all tastes, but for those willing to view an intense and glacial unearthing of attraction, Damage may well interest you.

Stephen Fleming is a former doctor, who is now in the sphere of British politics as a government minister. His life is largely ordered and well off, with his loving wife Ingrid and two children; grown up Martyn and young Sally. While his life is pretty impressive and successful, you get the feeling that Stephen desires more out of what he says as a slightly dull and stuffy existence. That very thing finds him when he meets Anna Barton, a new girlfriend of Martyn’s who is gorgeous yet glacial. Stephen is immediately captivated by the icy Anna, who silently allows and entices his attractions to manifest and culminate in an affair. For Stephen, he is experiencing sexual bliss and something out of the ordinary, while for Anna it is more clouded and enigmatic. She seems to enjoy this thrill of the chase when it’s on her terms, yet remains passive outside of the bedroom with her hand clearly on Stephen’s heart. knows that what he is doing is wrong, but the beautiful Anna has awakened something within him that can’t be easily tamed. It completely consumes him from every angle and his ordered world is turned upside down. The affair intensifies, even though Martyn announces that him and Anna are to be married. It is Anna who mainly seems to control what is going on, telling Stephen that she is going to marry and still have relations with him. Yet after dinner with Anna’s mother who hints at her daughter’s damaging influence, considers breaking things off with her. Before this can happen though, revelations and sadness sweep over as the affair’s impact is brutally drawn out.

Louis Malle’s direction is one of measured pacing and subtle hints, that allows Damage to move along with a sharp eye on the affair and the ways it tests everyone. A lot of the tension in the film is found in the glances between Anna and Stephen, with each thinking they know the other’s thoughts and desperately wanting to get physical. There isn’t a moralizing factor in Damage and while and Anna are obviously hurting others b their clandestine actions, Malle refuses to pass judgement and presents them as two people who just can’t quit their desire, regardless of the consequences. The view of the characters will no doubt be what the audience wants it to be, but kudos to the script that explores the depths of obsession and how incendiary desire can become on even the most decent person. Which brings me on to the sex in Damage, which is animal and messy, up close and uncomfortably personal. It isn’t movie style sex though the people aren’t without appeal, it is depicted as a lustful thing that isn’t always pleasant or earthy. That may sound like a criticism, but it isn’t because Damage shows the burgeoning affair with an uncompromising air making it fierce but ultimately  bruising. That’s why the sex in it is so different and unusual, it boasts an intimacy that never lets you look away through the cold and arresting treatment of things. Anyone going in expecting to be aroused will no doubt be disappointed, as Damage focuses more on the awkwardness and attempts to remain concealed best conveyed through body language. Sex and desire is played out as an exercise in both emotions and longings that are brought up yet slowly begin breaking through, with often compromising and ultimately tragic results in the long run. As smart and piercing as Damage is, it isn’t completely above the level of soap opera is some of its moments. Thankfully, these moments are only really a few in what is largely a successful and strangely gripping dive into the rivers of erotic longing, that wisely for the most parts rises above the need for melodrama. In fact, emotions are kept largely at simmering level until inevitable tragedy and heartache and that’s when Damage really soars, as the moments are so unexpected and emotionally violent. Some may say that the film is too cold, but that is to miss how objectively it views the characters and their actions. The music mirrors the bubbling tension and breaks in tranquility, before discovering a well of sadness that comes in handy when all is laid out on the table.

In this brewing drama of wrenching consequences, the assembled actors admirably perform with all they have got, with spectacular results. In the lead of the bewitched government minister, Jeremy Irons subtly portrays both an agonizing guilt and an almost school boy infatuation that refuses to remove itself from him. Irons is a pro at playing the stiff upper lip aspects of the part, while hitting home the deep obsession he feels whenever Anna is around him that causes him to jeopardize everything in his life he has worked hard for.  Juliette Binoche has the right seductive allure and remoteness for the role of Anna, which she plays wonderfully. The part is a difficult one because Anna is someone who holds a lot back, but when you someone as talented as Binoche, the results are compelling. Through little flickers and nuances, she hints that there may be more feeling to Anna behind her icy surface, yet we can never be quite sure as she knows how to manipulate others too and her actions are not always what you expect. Her combination of aloof poise, come hither glances and possible danger are employed in a most striking way, with Binoche a sensual yet mysterious femme fatale. It isn’t difficult to see why Stephen risks everything for the melancholy yet arousing Anna, she really is a beautiful yet complex woman( due in no small part to the intelligence and suggestion of Juliette Binoche.) Yet the real fireworks and best performance in Damage is from the always interesting and dependable Miranda Richardson. Starring as the dutiful and caring wife who slowly comes to notice little things not adding up and earning a distrust of Anna, there is an elegance and grace to Richardson’s work that soon gives way to volcanic shock. And when I say shock and anger, she really goes for the jugular when everything spills out about the affair. It’s a soaring piece of acting and one that burns into the memory, owing to how deeply felt and bravely astonishing Miranda Richardson is. Rupert Graves has probably the least engaging part of the cuckolded Martyn, but he manages to really invest a sense of being bowled over by Anna and not being able to see what is right in front of him. Leslie Caron really makes her presence known in only a couple of scenes. Playing the wise and withering mother of Anna, she exemplifies an understanding of her daughter’s actions and knows exactly what she will do if she can. I had fun seeing Caron in the film as she largely says what everyone else is thinking, laced with a toxic undercurrent of foreknowledge.

A quietly intense and measured erotic drama that packs a punch as it goes on, Damage provides a striking view of overwhelming attraction and the brutal fall out from ones actions in the name of passion.

Blow Out

Tags

1980's, Blow Out, Brian De Palma, Dennis Franz, John Lithgow, John Travolta, Nancy Allen, Thriller

Film Title

Blow Out

Director

Brian De Palma

Starring

• John Travolta as Jack Terry
• Nancy Allen as Sally
• John Lithgow as Burke
• Dennis Franz as Manny Karp

A well crafted thriller that focuses on someone discovering something they weren’t supposed to and how important sound is in the big scheme of things, Blow Out invites you into a suspenseful and intricate web of conspiracy and one man fighting the system. All of this is under the eagle eye vision of Brian De Palma, whose serious approach adds another layer of emotion to a potent and enigmatic cocktail.

Jack Terry is a sound man who while good at his job, has largely spent most of his time working on sleazy horror movies. He has something haunting him from his past, but passes everything off with something of a cynical shrug and smile. Working on yet another low-budget movie, he is struggling to find the perfect scream for the main murder scene. Late one night, he is out recording nature sounds near a bridge. Nothing much is happening until a car veers off the road and into the lake, following a strange sound. Jack jumps in and rescues a young woman by the name of Sally from the car, though he is unable to save the other man who dies. Once at the hospital, Jack swears he heard a gun shot that preceded the blow out and has the sound that could back this up. He grows even more curious when he learns that the man in the car was a presidential candidate who was launching his campaign, but those closest to the man and others tell him to forget what he heard and keep his mouth shut. Getting to know Sally, who is a ditzy and skittish girl who remains coy about what she was doing in the car, Jack attempts to piece together what he heard and just how big the cover up that is forming is willing to go to hide the true events of the ‘accident’. Long story short, it gets very complex. Meanwhile, a mysterious and sinister man known simply as Burke( who has something to do with the tangled events) begins murdering young women in the area, with his plan being to eliminate Sally in the end by making it look like another serial killer crime. Pictures are published of some of the incident by a sleazy blackmailing man Manny Karp, which helps Jack splice a film with his sound that helps suggest that it was murder. Due to the fact that the images aren’t crystal clear poses another stumbling block, yet he also gets to understand the naive Sally a bit better, as she clearly has some involvement albeit as a pawn. Even with proof, no one seems to believe Jack and tell him to let it be. But Jack is not going to remain quiet and soon sets about desperately trying to prove what’s going on. With nearly everyone either turning Jack away or wanting the conspiracy to remain silent, Jack must fight and hopefully uncover the full extent of this cover up before it is erased for good, along with himself and Sally.

Although De Palma has been criticized for overusing visuals to tell a story by some quarters( I personally don’t agree, but that’s a matter of opinion), no one can deny the grim and serious centre of Blow Out, that enables an emotional undercurrent pertaining to Jack and Sally to effectively slot in among the conspiracy. With this neat homage to the equally compelling Blow-Up, De Palma fashions a compelling mystery about political agendas and consequences found when all the stones have been upturned. Paranoia is at its apex here, with the unfurling mystery and various vignettes of what Jack discovers and we as the audience see. De Palma is on deep and sober form with this film, which is reflected in the intricacy of how big the political events and schemes that Jack stumbles on are told, leaving some room for us to fill in with deliberate hints that are never quite as simple as they appear. That isn’t to say that De Palma abandons his trademark style though, as his many brush strokes and composition are well placed and compliment the overall impact of Blow Out. From a riveting scene in which Jack listens to the tape back and it cuts back and forth in time with the sounds it has picked up, the obsessively detailed sequence of Jack  to a swirling camera used when Jack finds that someone has erased his tapes, it’s both a stylish film and one that has a startling downbeat tone that slowly feeds into it. Plus, the cinematography of largely red, white and blue bathes Blow Out in a strangely surreal shade that also references the political aspects found in the thriller. Voyeurism plays heavily into Blow Out, with the focus being on ears and all things pertaining to them instead of eyes. And worthy of note is the refusal to adhere to a bravery and heroic ending. Without spoiling it, I’ll say that Blow Out features a gut punch of an end that you won’t see coming and brings with it a haunting tone that colours everything. De Palma’s film is not without the irony that a lot of his work as ( check the opening scene that satirizes cheap horror movies) but the pervading feeling of darkness and tension is what truly makes the film. Sound is frequently manipulated, distorted or raised throughout Blow Out, stressing the importance of what we hear and perhaps the things we aren’t meant to in the first place. As a film that largely concentrates on the impact and overall usage of sound, Blow Out provides a fascinating insight into the mechanics behind it all. Sure some of the technology is different today from what’s depicted here, but the perspective it takes on how crucial it is to cinema allows for compelling nuggets of information. And the score of Blow Out beautifully layers on the mystery and menace in stunning strokes that often match the action perfectly, along with a sorrowful element that comes into fruition later on.

John Travolta is excellently cast as the slowly more determined Jack, who before was slightly cynical about his lack of prospects that his skill as a sound man were wasted on. The crash and what he hears spark him into life, as he discovers a real purpose( in both the mystery and Sally) and Travolta brings an effective amount of idealism and decency that benefits the role. He has that worn, every man quality going on as he unearths just how big the situation is that he has come across and with haunted eyes, you feel for the man as he tries to do the right thing in a climate of danger. Nancy Allen is just as successful, portraying a girl whose niceness and green nature are repeatedly taken advantage of. Kudos to Allen for not playing Sally as a complete bimbo and turning her into someone sympathetic and in over her head. The immense John Lithgow, armed with hardly any dialogue and a stare that could melt ice caps, is the terrifying adversary, whose skills in killing are brutal, efficient and cold-blooded. Seriously, Lithgow is deeply chilling here you feel like you’re in the Arctic whenever he appears. Dennis Franz rocks it as the greasy and oily blackmailer, who would do just about anything for a buck and does so on many occasions.

A grim, tense and even emotional in parts thriller burning with paranoia and unexpected shock, Blow Out showcases Brian De Palma with maturity on the mind and armed with a dark story that flows well with his customary visual style.

And I must thank Pete and Paul for suggesting this movie to watch.