Thursday, September 5, 2019

Humanism and unforgettable faces: the cinema of Ermanno Olmi (Part 1 of two)

Back to the binge: The summer’s best rep-house film festival in NYC was, hands-down, the Walter Reade’s comprehensive retrospective of the fiction films of the extremely underrated (at least in this country) Ermanno Olmi. The fest allowed NYC movie buffs to take in the full range of Olmi’s fiction (he made dozens of docs, but that will wait for another time). It showed that, whether his choices were sheer perfection or misguided, he maintained a singular vision of the world for more than a half-century.

Olmi’s work was clearly the “next step” in neorealism, utilizing two tenets of that movement — the use of real locations and the use of non-professionals as actors — to create highly unique and quietly emotional dramas. His Catholic beliefs were reflected in his films but, more than anything, he was a humanist whose fiction films spotlighted a love of nature and an understanding of human foibles.


This particular entry will discuss seven of his initial fiction features, leaving out his Pope-ography A Man Named John (1965), which he was displeased with, and The Circumstance (1973), which I wasn’t able to catch when it was screened. I close this piece out with his biggest arthouse and film-festival “hit,” The Tree of Wooden Clogs (1978).

That film was a turning point for him, as it made it easier for him to find funding to make whatever he wanted to make — which included at least two whimsical big-scale films that sadly the miss the mark. He never made a bad fiction film, but some of his later works go in very strange directions, in terms of plotting.
*****

Olmi’s first feature, Time Stood Still (1958, no current U.S. release), was made when he was assigned to do a documentary about the building of a dam by his employer, the Milan division of the Edison Company (who, rather amazingly, allowed him to make fiction films on the weekends with their equipment!). The plot involves an older worker who has been overseeing a dam for a long time and is joined for a short while by a younger man. The two forge a kind of comedy team, with the older man being quiet and proper, and the younger man louder and playful. The drama of the film comes when an avalanche finds the two taking cover in a small WWII-era church in the area.



The first thoughtful conversation the two have is about a book the older man is reading, one the younger man admires. The older man says it depicts a time “when men were men… now they will sell each other out.” His advice to his colleague at one point is the pithy (and wise) “Listening to old people is never a mistake.”

Olmi’s first transcendent moment occurs when the older man takes care of the young gent when he falls ill in church — a light shines on the statue of the Madonna in one memorable image. The film is pleasant, lightweight and fun, as when the young man rocks out to a song by singer-actor Adriano Celentano (who was Olmi’s choice in 2008 to present him with a lifetime achievement award at the Venice Film Festival).


The seven films discussed in this piece all illustrate that the “smaller” Olmi’s ambitions were for a film, the better his films were. He was a master at crafting character studies, but the later films that imparted “big statements” sometimes fell short of the mark (and contained tangents that were better than the main plot of the film).

Il Posto (1961), available from Criterion, is one of the finest examples of his “small” work, as it is a character study about a young man from the provinces who travels to Milan to apply for a civil service job. The film is a low-key masterwork — it conveys the inhibitions of its lead character (Sandro Panseri), the protocol-driven pastimes of the civil service office, and the demure flirtation between our young hero and a young woman (Loredana Detto), conducted through glances, small details, and gorgeous location footage. Olmi uses a minimum of music in several scenes to better focus the viewer on the concerns of the characters.


The real masterstroke in the film, one that prefigures the digressions Godard took us on in Two or Three Things I Know About Her (1967), are the scenes in which we catch glimpses of the lives of our hero’s coworkers. In these moments we get a better idea of why the office functions the way it does (friendly in some regards and ridiculously territorial in others).

Parts of the testing (the physical and psychological parts) can be seen here, with English subs:


The film (which can be found in its entirety here, with no English subs) was shot on weekends using equipment owned by the Edison Company. Olmi was still an employee during the whole early period of his filmmaking career and was able to use the company’s resources to fashion his characters’ universe. Olmi got great performances out of his non-professional cast, including Panseri (who alternately looks like the young John Turturro and the young Jerry Lewis) and Detto (whom Olmi married).


His next film, The Fiancés (1963, available on Criterion as I Fidanzati), also deals with provincial Italians encountering the business world of the big city. In this case, the lead (Carlo Cabrini) nurses his love for a girl (Anna Canzi) from his home town while he does specialized work for his company in Sicily. We thus get a love story that is punctuated by documentary-style sequences about small-town life (the opening scene set at a dance hall is sublime) and the alienation and sense of “exile” felt by Italian workers in Sicily.


The love story that fuels the film is quite old-fashioned for early Sixties. It is passionate but takes place via letters and the occasional long-distance phone call. The fact that we feel for the leads as strongly as we do — especially when their romance is punctuated by sequences about the functioning of a factory — is a testament to Olmi’s storytelling and his very unique methodology.


The non-professional performers here are uniformly excellent, although Cabrini has a very tough-looking face that clashes with his character's sentimental demeanor. He looks at certain points if he wandered into the film from a spaghetti Western or a gangster picture.


Despite Olmi’s clear preference in his later years for “fairy tale” storylines (faith-based dramas with unnatural occurrences), one of the most interesting and durable aspects of his art is found in his modern urban tales. One Fine Day (1968, no current U.S. release) is the polar opposite of Il Posto, as it follows a balding, middle-aged ad exec (Brunetto Del Vita) who is financially comfortable, cheating on his wife, and has no moral compass whatsoever.

The ad exec’s life changes in a flash when he is driving one day and hits a farmer with a pushcart (the scene can be found here, without English subs, but it's mostly visual). The farmer ends up dying, and we watch the ad exec’s lawyer begin to brief him on what “really” happened  (read: the narrative that will get him off in court).

It is at this point that Olmi could’ve gotten preachy, but instead he uses his fine eye for documentary to simply chronicle the machinery of justice and shows us how the wealthy are allowed a different standard of justice than the poor. As always with Olmi’s best work, it’s astonishing to consider that the cast are all non-professionals. The lead in particular has a stubble-covered shaved head (because of hair loss) that indicates both age and vanity — and seems to be his own “look” in real life.

The jarring scene where the exec’s lawyer instructs him on how to recount the accident is a superb turning point, a moment where the viewer suddenly realizes what the film is really all about. And a final quick montage of the accident as it really happened, being “reviewed” by the exec indicates that, despite his getting a mere slap on the wrist, he realizes the gravity of what went on and won’t escape the memory of it.


The Scavengers (1970, no current U.S. release) is an absorbing, very small-in-scope period piece made for Italian television. Olmi could’ve made a suspense thriller out of the material but instead crafted another insightful, gently moving character study. It concerns a WWII veteran who comes home to his small town and can’t find steady work. He meets up with a clever old man who is making money by finding scrap metal — in the form of unexploded bombs from WWI hidden in the countryside.

Olmi’s veteran hero becomes the old man’s partner, using a modern metal detector, rather than the senior’s intuition-based methods of discovering the soil-covered bombs. (A segment from the film can be found here, minus English subs.) The average viewer, conditioned by years of Hollywood suspense films, watches them work, all the time thinking, “Will this be the bomb that kills them?”

If you’ve read this far, you'll know that is the very last thing that Olmi wanted to show, so instead we witness another group of scavengers getting blown up  and even then, we don’t see the carnage caused by the explosion, just the scavengers being taken away on stretchers.

The finale is suitably downbeat and would never pass muster in a Hollywood blockbuster. Our hero finally decides he’ll listen to his girlfriend's protests and stop searching for the bombs. His old partner tells him he’s a coward, but we know the young man made the right choice — because he eventually would have ended up being taken out of the area on a stretcher.


The last “ordinary” contemporary film that Olmi made in the Seventies (although it’s far from normal for any other director) is the wonderful light comedy In the Summertime (1971, no current U.S. release). The film follows a schlemiel character (Renato Paracchi) who colors maps for a living — and gets very angry if his editors at the publishing house change the hue of his colors.

In addition to that extremely OCD profession, he has another very unique profession — he is a student of heraldry who likes conferring titles on interesting people he randomly meets in his travels across the city. This is an utterly charming (and bizarre) scenario that is underscored by his fixation with a door-to-door saleswoman (Rosanna Callegari), whom he is convinced is a princess.

The romantic thread wanders into overtly silly areas, ending in a broadly comic scene where our antihero causes a ruckus at a refined flower show. But, as is always the case with Olmi, there are also tangents that are just as good as the central plot, as when the leads visit a “count” who has a vintage collection of ornate instruments. An enchanting passage that ends too soon and does nothing to advance the plot, but who cares?

The last section of the film finds the lead getting arrested for his heraldic hijinks. It seems an old man he conferred a title on was a pensioner who abruptly lost his pension when he became “nobility.” The key witness for the defense is the saleswoman, who declares that our antihero changed her life, and that she is now a princess because he made her feel like one. (The whole film can be found here, without English subs.)


Olmi’s work was never overtly sentimental in the noxious Spielbergian mode, but at times (as he did quite often in the next film), his writer’s mind produced some moments of sheer beauty. This young woman’s profession of faith in the schlemiel-hero is one of those, a moment in which a crazy yet harmless vocation can be seen as a beautiful gift that emboldens everyone who receives it.

One wishes Olmi made more contemporary urban comedies, but In the Summertime was the last one. One also wishes the compilation of three shorts he made in the Sixties, Racconti di giovani amori, was accessible to American audiences; the first wonderful short, “The Crush” (1967) is on the Criterion disc for Il Posto, but the other two are nowhere to be found (and the compilation was left out of the Lincoln Center retro).

Olmi’s best-known film is undoubtedly his masterfully low-key epic The Tree of Wooden Clogs (1978, available from Criterion). Based on stories told to him by his grandmother, the film follows the activities of a group of peasant farmers in the Lombardy region at the turn of the last century.



When I interviewed Mike Leigh for the Funhouse, he cited it as his “desert island” film, one he never tires of re-seeing. In rewatching it for this spree of Olmi’s work, I realized how the film “works” on the viewer in a subtle (again, non-Spielbergian) way and, thanks to the Criterion edition, discovered how Olmi’s methodology was used to best effect in this 180-minute picture that seems plotless but is in fact constructed out of a series of significant events.


Many films were said to have revived the neorealist model of filmmaking and taken the “next step” in that movement. Tree truly did build on what Rossellini, De Sica, and company created in the post-war period, while also offering something new and original — a faithful historical recreation that deals not with nobility and the “tragic” lives of the rich but with the day to day struggles and victories of the poor.

Olmi wasn’t often credited as the d.p. on his films (he had that title on only four of his fiction films and on a small amount of his many, many documentaries), but interviews with his colleagues find them saying that he was indeed behind the camera shooting the bulk of his films himself (and assigning that task in the credits to another crew member). Although the framing is uncommonly “fixed” here, it is noted in the extras on the Criterion disc that Olmi shot Tree using a handheld camera, which makes this evocation of a long-gone era look like a documentary of the period.



The characters in the film are seen going about their daily chores, engaging in trades that were rendered obsolete when farming machinery came in. We also see a number of rituals that provided entertainment (storytelling, singing) for the community of peasant farmers. In case we don’t understand the farming, gardening, and social rituals, Olmi carefully inserts a smart tool for exposition — the young children and grandchildren of the farmers ask their elders what is happening, and so we learn the significance of certain practices.


The crew members who speak in the Criterion extras say that Olmi requested that the cast members and nearby farmers in the Lombardy district — who were the grandchildren of the type of farmers depicted in the film — bring to the shoot any artifacts from the period that they might have in their homes, to enhance the sense of verisimilitude.

Some of Olmi’s films have plots that relate directly to his faith. In Tree that aspect is conveyed mostly through the use of Bach on the soundtrack. A priest is (of course) a key member of the community, but it is the Bach compositions that add a spiritual aspect to the proceedings, without ever hammering the point home. 


The word “serenity” is used to describe the film in the DVD supplements, and that is indeed the phrase which best describes the mood of the film. Even when an event is deeply moving, the modest nature of the characters and the land that provides their livelihood (which Olmi specified in interviews is indeed a central “character” in the film) makes it apparent that the filmmakers are not wringing tears out of us, but rather showing us how our forebears lived.


The dearth of information about Olmi in English makes, again, the Criterion supplements invaluable. In the extras, it is noted by his crew members that he did have a have a script for Tree which he gave to the crew, but not to the actors. He wanted the performers to contribute to the dialogue by putting his ideas in their own words.

Thus, the way he directed his cast was to speak to them quietly and individually, telling them what he needed them to express as their characters, all the while suggesting that they put it in their own words. This instinct for discovering the right person for the right role never failed him, he claimed in interviews. Having seen 17 of his films in a short span of time, I can report that, while some of his later storylines are uneven or misguided, the acting in his films never hit a false note, since the authenticity of both the character’s “look” and their behavior was Olmi’s first concern.

And faces. He says in one of the two interviews on the Criterion disc that “Faces are the most important thing in cinema.”


While Tree was popular the world over and won many awards, including the Palme d’Or at Cannes, it was drubbed by Leftist intellectuals in Italy, who felt that it conveyed a sort of “mourning” for the time when workers were mistreated by their “padrones.” Novelist Alberto Moravia in particular — who was a very close friend of both Bertolucci and the ultimate iconoclast, Pasolini — condemned the film for not showing the peasants revolting against one cruel action taken by the landowner in the film’s final scenes.

Olmi responded quite eloquently to this charge on a 1981 episode of the British series “South Bank Show,” which is found on the Criterion disc (the clip above with English dubbing is from this show). He maintained that the peasants’ response to this event was bearing “silent witness” to it. We know they will remember it for the rest of their lives, and they are not in a position to stage an uprising. (A Marxist speaker is shown in a carnival scene in the film, but the unions that liberated the peasants from the padrones — as depicted in Bertolucci’s 1900 — arrived years later.)

Instead, the filmmaker emphasized that the rebellion that occurs in the film is when the main boy (who receives the gift of the titular clogs from his father) attends school outside the confines of the farm, as is urged by the local priest. That influx of knowledge will change the community, and though the result will create a small change, it is a decisive one (as school wasn’t considered as an option for children in this region in the period depicted in the film).


All the stories that can be found in English depict Olmi as a mellow, easy-going perfectionist (quite the combination). Thus, it’s exhilarating to see the filmmaker defend his film in such an eloquent (yet still pissed-off) way, especially on a foreign TV show.
*****

Some bonuses:

The Lincoln Center Olmi festival trailer. Very well-edited but could’ve been much longer. (As it was, those of us who saw the films at the Walter Reade saw this every time we saw a film there and never grew tired of it.)



A Cinzano ad made by Olmi, with the Bee Gees’ “Odessa” on the soundtrack!


Saturday, July 20, 2019

The smiling renegade: the many lives of Deceased Artiste Rip Torn

You give a man a nickname, he has to live up to it. The wonderful actor Rip Torn, who died on July 9 at the age of 88, dealt with a moniker so unlikely that a lesser man would’ve been felled by it. Not Rip he was a performer who gave himself over to his craft and at various times seemed to be living like the larger-than-life characters he often played.

The man clearly had an appetite and unslakeable thirst for life, and so it was always a pleasure to see him show up in a film or TV show. He established his name in theater and went back to it often throughout his career. But for most of us who were his fans (and I can easily qualify both my late father and I as such), Rip was an All-American wild man, an actor could not be forgotten and often elevated the lousier films he was in.

I encountered the man only twice, for extremely brief periods of time, but both events are burned into my brain. The second one was at a tribute to Torn’s films that was held at the Anthology Film Archives back in March of 2009. I did a pitch for an interview directly to Mr. Torn and noted that we could publicize anything he wanted in exchange for his time (making clear the Funhouse is a non-profit show). He slapped me on the shoulder and laughed, saying, “I’ve been paid less!!!”

The occasion at which this occurred was one of those classic events in NYC that, for whatever reason, didn’t get the imprimatur of being cool, so it was very underattended. I think I estimated that about 25 people showed up on a Saturday afternoon, right smack in the middle of the East Village. The majority of that number seemed to know Rip’s kids, so the “civilians” were few in number. What everyone missed, though, was a blissful trip through Rip’s own favorites of his big- and little-screen work.

The young Torn, theater star.
The screening included several items, starting out with a television show in which Rip played a juvenile delinquent. Among the other items were complete shows: his depiction of Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself,” and the “Arthur After Hours” episode of “The Larry Sanders Show.”

Rip was there to answer questions and offer comments he started the latter while the recordings were playing, saying stuff out loud in the audience. When he was doing the Q&A an audience member asked him if he had studied dance, since he did a very nicely executed jump in the juvenile delinquent role. He said he had indeed studied dance and could still do stage falls. He proceeded to demonstrate, as all of us in the theater winced, thinking he might really break a bone or joint. But, of course, he made the fall and never hit the stage and then wanted to try another.

The Whitman show was made for a prime-time CBS Bicentennial series of programs and is a great example of educational TV addressing serious issues in the life of an artist by not really addressing them (as in, who is Brad Davis’ character in relation to Whitman?). The lead performance by Torn is indeed wonderful.


Torn frequently acknowledged in interviews that “The Larry Sanders Show” rejuvenated his career and got him many jobs some of which one avoids like the plague (although Freddy Got Fingered does have its bad-film advocates), but the work did pay the bills. He was *always* good in the show, but the writers and producers really let him shine in the “Arthur After Hours” episode, which thankfully is online for free:


The most amazing thing shown that afternoon was a film that apparently Torn had the only copy of his son Tony noted that they had discovered a print of it in a closet. It’s a b&w low-budget experimental short from 1969 titled “The Bearding of the President” that features Torn reciting monologues from Richard III as Richard Nixon (putty nose and all). As I remember it, a psychedelic band is heard in the background and we see TV monitors on which appear the other cast members from the stage production Rip had recently done in which he played “Richard Nixon III” (Geraldine Page and Al Freeman Jr. are the two I remember). The film is missing from Torn's filmography on IMDB (as of July 2019).

The weirdest "showing" of this film I found online was that Bob Fass, the legendary free-form talk-radio host on WBAI, played the film's audio on his radio show one evening in February 1976 (with Rip and producer Mark Weiss in the studio).

Rip as Nixon in "Blind Ambition" (1979).
It’s a wonderful short and I hope it will materialize somewhere someday. I asked Tony Torn about the history of the film and he mentioned that it began as a stage production of the Shakespeare play but also spawned a few live performances with Rip doing the speeches as the Jefferson Airplane played behind him! That is confirmed by a passage in Grace Slick’s memoir Somebody to Love found here.


Rip seemed to have a connection with the Jefferson Airplane for a short time at the end of the Sixties: He modeled for the cover of the band’s Long John Silver album, and his bad-ass pirate image was also used on the cover for the single of the title track. He also can be seen enjoying the Airplane playing on a Manhattan rooftop (with a lady who seems to be in a stage of dishabille) in the Godard/Leacock/Pennebaker film “One AM.” (see below for more info)


“The Bearding of the President” is mentioned in a study of Nixon in the media. Producer Mark Weiss spoke about the film in a Tweet about Torn’s death: “Very saddened at the loss of my old friend Rip Torn. He was a force of nature. @BarbaraKopple and I worked with him on a batshit crazy short film called “The Bearding of the President” (Nixon) in 1973. If we can find a copy we’ll put it online.”
*****

Many New Yorkers encountered Rip on the streets. I first said hello and briefly chatted with him in the men’s room of a corporate center where an awards ceremony was taking place. The ceremony in question was the D.W. Griffith Awards (a bash thrown by the National Board of Review, a mystery panel of filmgoers whose one goal is to beat the other film-voting bodies to the punch). I was one of the writers for the magazine Films in Review, which was a product of the NBR. Rip was at the awards in conjunction with the release of Where the Rivers Flow North (1994).

There were bathrooms both behind the stage, for the celebs, and out in the lobby, for the rabble. Rip wound up in the wrong one – the one for the public. I was taking a break from the show and had to speak to him when he reached the sink. What to say to a guy who has given an incredible number of performances you’ve adored? (Should I mention that my father deeply loved his work and called me “Big Boy” as a child, based on Rip’s intonation of that name in Coppola’s insanely wonderful urban screwball farce You’re a Big Boy Now?)


I instantly dug something out of my back pocket. Mentioned that I loved all of his work, was devoted to “Larry Sanders,” but most especially was taken by the hauntingly grim “Naked City” episode he did in 1962 with Tuesday Weld, called “A Case Study of Two Savages,” in which the duo play fictional variations on Charles Starkweather and Caril Fugate. Not missing a beat, Rip instantly replied, “You know that Arthur Penn showed that to the crew of Bonnie and Clyde?” I did not and said so.


I could think of nothing further to bug him with and was so stunned that he had a piece of trivia right at his fingertips that I just shook his hand (we were all finished at the sinks) and said thanks. Even in microscopic encounters, the man gave off “Artie energy.” We never know why a particular performer draws him or herself to our attention but I’d readily volunteer that it happens without thinking when we *believe* they are the character, or the character is simply them in a magnified state.

Torn fused with his characters to the extent that, while they had different backgrounds, they always had a glimpse of his rebellion, madness, and Texan stoic sentiment (as when Rip addresses Norman Mailer’s crying kids in Maidstone after the fight he’s had with their dad, saying that “You know it’s okay – and *your dad* knows it’s okay...”)
*****

I talk a lot on the Funhouse TV show about the American cinema of the late Sixties and early Seventies, which now and forever is “the gift that keeps on giving and giving and….” One of the many signs that the films were indeed quite unlike anything that came before or after is that unique and “off-Hollywood” performers like Torn who starred in countless theatrical productions finally got starring roles in films.

While most folks writing about Rip’s death instantly went to his 1990s comedy credits (“Larry Sanders,” Defending Your Life), those who wanted to center in on his earlier film work invariably landed at the fight he had on-camera with Norman Mailer in Maidstone (1970).

Rip and Norman, in happier times.
Photo by Susan Wood.
I’ve talked about Maidstone many times on the Funhouse and even in these pages at one point I uploaded the moment *after* the fight, which contains amazing exchanges between Torn and Mailer, in which Torn basically explains Norman’s own film to him and gives him an honorific (“I salute the champ of shit”).

From the same period, though, are other truly mind-bending moments with Rip. A handful of them come in the unfinished experiment “One AM,” a collaboration by Jean-Luc Godard with Richard Leacock and D.A. Pennebaker (assembled by Pennebaker into a film called One PM). We spoke about this film on the show with Pennebaker, and he noted that Godard at that time believed a political revolution was imminent, particularly in America.

So, who did Uncle Jean pick to play the spirit of the revolution? Well, why not old Rip? There are several memorable scenes starring Rip and one unforgettable moment where we see Godard giving him direction (Leacock and Pennebaker thus giving us a look at Godard’s work with actors; something that was pretty much never seen in documentaries). In one sequence Rip is dressed up as a Confederate soldier in a classroom of predominantly black students. Torn discusses the uniform with them and what it represents and then encourages them to fight back at him, even giving one student a toy machine gun. Godard is present throughout and giving Rip direction in the moment, which is very unlike Uncle Jean....



The "maverick" period of the late Sixties/early Seventies was awash in antiheroes, so who better than Torn to be one of the movie stars of that era? He played the lead role in Joseph Strick’s adaptation of Tropic of Cancer (1970) but was even more intense in the effectively claustrophobic psychodrama Coming Apart (1969) as a shrink who covertly films the encounters he has with women in his "bachelor apartment" (he's married).

The film is similar to Jim McBride’s David Holzman’s Diary (1967), in that we’re watching a man who is compulsively filming his life. Here, though, there’s an incredibly creepy aspect to it, and the device would’ve merely been a cheap gimmick without great actors in the lead roles. Rip played a LOT of villains and thus was able to shade his characters so that we understand why the women around this doc find him so damned charming. But *we* know better….

Filmmaker Milton Moses Ginsberg certainly drew on many aspects of underground film, most prominently by using the off-kilter framing of Warhol, Morrissey, and company. He incorporates the “pop” noises the film-within-the-film makes when it starts and stops; Morrissey had included an annoying beep in the transitions in his Heat in ’68.

Torn’s shrink is filming the women from a camera secreted in a casing that he declares a “kinetic art object” if asked about it. The camera is pointed at a couch but at a side angle, so we see the rest of the image courtesy of a giant mirror hung behind the couch. At various points, Torn will approach the camera and change the angle surreptitiously thus, we get other perspectives, including a clear view out the window (onto Manhattan buildings that no doubt cost very little to move into at the time) and a more direct shot of a topless girl doing a go-go dance in the apt (Rip’s character is an absolute dog when it comes to women and is also, naturally, playing mind games with all of them).


The actresses in the film are all very good, but Sally Kirkland steals the proceedings away from Torn as a free-spirited woman who gets the explosive final scene in the film to herself. Her character is the only younger woman who directly challenges the shrink (the scenes between Sally and Rip seem to be the one place in the film where improvs were encouraged). In fact, a key scene finds her trying to photograph herself and the shrink as they start to have sex a violation of trust that infuriates Torn’s character (who, of course, is filming her without her consent throughout).

Filmmaker Ginsberg made a few films after Coming Apart, but one can see that his intense approach was suited specifically to the maverick American cinema of the early Seventies and not the post-Jaws/Star Wars era at all.


One of the most impressive film vehicles for Torn was the low-key character study Payday (1973). The lead character is a country singer, but very little of the film is connected to music. What the picture really ends up being about is how some creative people (dare we call them artists?) can really be pretty horrible human beings.

The film is a slice of life observing Torn’s country singer character, who is capable of generosity and kindness, but is more often prone to cruelty or simply exiling a person from his circle. The film is a quintessential early Seventies antihero saga, until the hour and fifteen-minute mark, when everything changes for the worse and we see Rip’s character for who he really is.


Unlike most other early Seventies low-key gems, Payday features an ensemble of performers who never went on to stardom. The two recognizable names in the credits are the executive producer jazz reviewer Ralph J. Gleason and the songwriter who provided four tunes for the film Shel Silverstein.

No less a writer than Nick Tosches he who explored American roots music before that phrase was even coined loved the film for its focus on the screwed-up and violent aspects of a country star’s life (did I neglect to mention that Rip’s character carries around a bag of pills and capsules he gives out freely to whomever he likes, including his dear old mom?). In Creem (July 1973) Uncle Nick rhapsodized about the film for a page and a column.

After reciting the many ways in which real-life country stars had skirted the law while committing various crimes (including murder), Tosches notes that he checked out Payday because a reviewer in Country Music magazine absolutely loathed what it said about the sacred world of country. Tosches felt differently:

Payday is a great fucking movie. It’s the story of the last couple of days in some rising country star’s seedy life. Filmed on location in Alabama, and utilizing a lot of real characters (the clientele of Mr. Ed’s Bar in Selma and a local disc jockey, for example), the flick follows Maury Dann (a composite of Hank Williams and Ernest Tubb, who had a penchant for firing his .32 at random from the window of his car as does Payday’s Maury) as he [Nick recounts a lot of plot, including the finale.]” Nick closed out: “Good shit. A few more movies like Payday and the world of twang just might be coaxed into joining the present century.”


*****


At the height of the maverick era in Hollywood, two British filmmakers were conducting the same bold experiments in storytelling in England (of course, there were also the French, Italian, and Czech New Wave filmmakers, and Brazil's "Cinema Novo" movement). One was Ken Russell; the other was Nicolas Roeg. Roeg (Deceased Artiste tribute for him here) was wise to snag both Buck Henry (Taking Off) and Rip (Coming Apart) to play the lead American males in the superb sci-allegory The Man Who Fell to Earth (1976).

As I noted on the show when doing a tribute to Roeg in recent weeks, Man is an allegory not only about how Americans treat those from other cultures but also about escape via alcohol. Novelist Walter Tevis stated in interviews that all of his works be they contemporary urban sagas, like The Hustler, or humanist sci-fi, like Man were about his own alcoholism. Torn had his private battles with this problem, but here he observes Bowie's character as Bowie slowly becomes addicted.


Rip played Nixon once again in the TV miniseries Blind Ambition (1979), the story of Watergate from John Dean’s perspective (Dean was played by Martin Sheen). Torn’s Nixon is terrific – rather than simply do another David Frye impression, he seems to be playing what’s going on inside Nixon’s head (paranoia, uncertainty, egomania, “situational” ethics). It’s one of the reasons to stick with the series for its full length (besides Theresa Russell as Mo Dean).


One of the oddest items in Rip’s filmography (besides “The Bearding of the President”) is a comedy he directed in the late Eighties that has a screenplay by Funhouse deities Terry Southern and Harry Nilsson (Terry’s last produced script and Harry’s only produced script).
Terry Southern and Rip in NYC, 1973. Photo by Susan Wood.
It’s quite awful – mostly because it’s a one-joke affair. Whoopi was used to doing one-woman shows at that time so she tears up the scenery here, to no real effect (and yes, the punchline is really, really obvious). My favorite detail about the pic: Whoopi sued the producers, saying she had final cut on the film and that it had been ruined by Rip and company. The judge decided against her, decreeing that there was no way to have made the film better (it’s gotta hurt when that goes in the court transcript).


“The Larry Sanders Show” truly was the turning point in Rip’s later career, giving him as it did a whole new lease on life as a busy supporting actor in comedies. But he never stopped playing in dramas while “Sanders” was doing very well on HBO, he starred in the low-budget independent film Where the River Flows North (1994). The film didn’t rate a mention in any of his obits but it was one of many examples of Torn continuing to work in quality material while his star was “on the rise” again and he was scoring supporting roles in mainstream comedies like Men in Black and Dodgeball (which, of course, were mentioned prominently in his obits).


He kept on appearing in dramas (regardless of their budgets) into his ninth decade. His final film, the indie feature Bridge of Names (2012), finds Torn playing the lead’s father. He is around for less than ten minutes (starting at 58:00 here) but the depth of emotion that he put into even relatively minor roles in smaller-than-small movies was indeed genuine.


And since Rip was nothing if not a consummate partier (which was covered in depth in the media), I wanted to include this piece he did with NYC talk-show host Bill Boggs in 1997. Torn was on Broadway in The Young Man From Atlanta and he went to the Joe Allen restaurant with Boggs to talk about his career. It’s not an in-depth piece (that can be found here) but it does find Rip in “Artie” mode. The man was indeed a force of nature.


In closing, a montage of Torn’s work that was put together years ago for a film festival. There are a lot of his latter-day not-so-good comedies (I’m being kind although thankfully the editor did avoid Summer Rental, about which, the less said the better), but as the video continues you do see him as a young buck in Sweet Bird of Youth (1962) and some of his early film roles.


Tips of the hat go to Robert Nedelkoff, the members of the Nick Tosches Appreciation Society on FB, and the redoubtable Charles Lieurance.