Showing posts with label Steven Speilberg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Steven Speilberg. Show all posts

Saturday, June 11, 2022

His Adventure on Earth: E.T. at 40

Of all the classics released in the summer of '82, E.T. is the one I have the least nostalgia for. And by least I mean zero. Not to say that I didn't like it at the time. I did. The movie worked just as well on me as it did with most everybody else. It pushed all my emotional buttons (let me tell you, between this, Wrath of Khan, and Mick's death in Rocky III, I did a lot of crying at the movies in June of '82!) but the thing is I was just the wrong age to really fall in love with it. You know, 13 is just not the age where you think E.T. is cool. It's your younger sibling's movie, if you have any, not yours. That said, there's no denying the power that E.T. had over audiences that summer. It's uncanny how perfectly attuned to the mood of the moment Steven Spielberg was. It was almost as if he had been given psychic access to the audience's deepest emotional cravings before making it. 

Prior to its release, though, expectations for E.T. were shaky at best. The above item from Cinefantastique 's May-June issue penned E.T.'s obituary in advance ("Universal hopes to make a bundle on the secretive Steven Spielberg picture before word of mouth kills it."). This not only seems crazy in hindsight, betting against Spielberg seemed pretty crazy then, too. I mean, it's not like his track record had been spotty. 1941 may have tanked but the win column was still firmly in the guy's favor. I mean, for God's sake, his last movie was Raiders of the Lost Ark. 

Maybe the fact that E.T. had been filmed under such tight security naturally generated suspicion. Who knows? Personally, I think Spielberg had earned the benefit of the doubt but whatever. Of course once the public saw E.T. after its release on June 11th, 1982, the reaction was immediate. Between Spielberg's direction, the uniformly excellent performances of its cast (particularly of its talented child actors), Melissa Mathison's sensitive screenplay, and John Williams' score, it instantly claimed equal footing with cherished classics that had been around for decades. It brought audiences together in a way that many people had assumed couldn't be done anymore.

In the early '80s, Walt Disney Studios was struggling to regain the family market that, for decades, had been their exclusive bread and butter. The kind of all-ages movies that Disney used to specialize in seemed to have gone out of style in a more savvy, cynical, sensation driven era. I expect the thinking within Disney was that, well, it wasn't their fault that they couldn't score hits like they used to because the audience for movies with the sort of innocent outlook that used to define their brand just wasn't there anymore. But then Steven Spielberg came along with E.T.

In every way, E.T. was exactly the kind of family movie that Disney wished it could still make. Faced with changing times, Disney had come to believe that their best option was to shake up the perception of what a Disney movie was and to go a little darker with movies like Dragonslayer and The Black Hole. Ironically, every time they did that, the movies still stiffed at the box office (even when the movies themselves turned out good). But just by sticking to his guns and following his heart Spielberg had, unintentionally, beat Disney at their own game. As Variety said at the time, E.T. was "the best movie Disney never made."

The look of E.T. himself, designed by Carlo Rambaldi (Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Alien), is so familiar and so taken for granted that I think it's achievement as a piece of design is underrated. The bottom line on E.T. is if E.T. himself didn't work, if audiences didn't 100% buy into the reality of this creature or if they found the look of him to be off putting in any way, the movie would have fallen apart. The whole movie rested on his wrinkled shoulders and the fact that they nailed it is a much more impressive achievement than it's given credit for. This wasn't like adapting a non-human character from a comic book, you know? It a different thing than getting, say, Rocket Raccoon right. That's a case where the design has been already laid out. You can adapt it and modify it but the basic idea has already been established. This, however, was about inventing a creature from whole cloth and hoping that audiences will a) believe it and b) fall in love with it. Additionally, Spielberg didn't have the same option here that he had with Jaws in which if it proved that his star attraction wasn't convincing on camera, that he could just choose to show it as little as possible. No, E.T. had to deliver. 

When making a scary alien, there are certain elements that you know have to be there in order to make an intimidating creature. When designing a predator (or The Predator, for that matter), you know you have to incorporate fangs, claws, etc.. Size, too, of course can be important. Making a lovable creature, though, is a much tougher assignment with no ready formula to follow. But somehow everyone involved with E.T. intuitively found a way. Beyond the emotion that was able to be conveyed with E.T.'s large, expressive eyes (modeled after Albert Einstein's), it was ingenious to make E.T. - with his diminutive shape and impossibly thin neck that stretches and contracts - break the mold of being just a man in a suit. When you see classic movie monsters like the Creature from the Black Lagoon or the Xenomorph from Alien, as incredible as they look and as impressive as the suits are, you know there's a guy inside of them. They're sophisticated enough outfits where you don't see a zipper running up their back or any seams showing but yet you recognize that underneath it all they're still a full sized adult in a costume. The mechanics of how they pulled it off aren't a mystery. But E.T. broke away from that. 

Unlike the aliens or creatures in horror movies, whose impact is largely derived from how little we see them, once E.T. is revealed, he has to be seen full on, all the time. There's no hiding him, no resorting to quick glimpses of just an eye or a claw. He has to hold up to the audience's constant scrutiny. We know that he's not just a puppet like Yoda because we get all kind of full body shots of E.T. in action, but at the same time the shape of the costume obfuscates how it all works. Is it an actor in a suit? Is it a puppet? Is an animatronic creation? It's all of those things and they all combine to create a seamless performance on screen (two different little people along with a 12 year old boy born without legs all took turns being in the E.T. suit). The craftsmanship behind him is so good and it calls so little attention to itself that all the work behind making him happen disappears and that allows us to connect with E.T. as a character, not as a special effect. On some level, it's almost as if people find it easy to believe that E.T. somehow just walked onto the set like any other actor.  

As much as the film still holds up, I think to fully appreciate or understand the response to E.T. and the mania that greeted the film, you really had to be there. The reaction to it when it was new and in theaters is different than seeing it now and being able to objectively appreciate its virtues as a well-crafted film. In '82 it was more than that. It was a phenomena. This was a movie that your dad might cry at. You know, like in public. That was crazy. 

Something else I feel you also had to really be there to fully understand is the impact of Spielberg in his prime. To have Raiders and E.T. in back to back years (along with producing Poltergeist) on top of having Jaws and Close Encounters (and the TV movie Duel!) to his name, that was just a string of hits that no one else could touch and '82 was the peak. After that, Spielberg was - by his own choice - not content to stay in the same lane, despite absolutely owning that lane.

The rest of Spielberg's pop stuff in the '80s was limited to the Indy sequels while past that he was working on stretching as a director and expanding his range with more serious fare like The Color Purple and Empire of the Sun. Great movies but just not the kind where kids hung the posters in their bedrooms. After those back to back summers of '81 and '82, Spielberg (to his credit) didn't try and just keep repeating that particular brand of success. There will forever be a sense of magic associated with his name but the summer of '82 was the moment when his name cast the most powerful spell. We talk a lot about franchises dominating the box office today but in his prime, Spielberg was the franchise. He was able to occupy a singular spot in the pop culture landscape that no other director has matched. 

Over the years, the temptation for Spielberg do a sequel, a prequel, a remake, or just about anything to exploit the value of this insanely successful property must have been - and likely continues to be - enormous. He could say he was making an E.T. 2 today and it would instantly be a Huge Fucking Deal. Despite that, he's continued to leave it alone and I have to say I find that to be pretty cool. Even when he mucked around with it for the Special Edition in 2002, digitally removing the F.B.I. guy's guns, he soon thought better of it and vowed to never tamper with the movie again. Spielberg's refusal to make E.T. into a franchise has allowed this movie to do what few other films with the same level of success have done: remain pure. 

Not to pat Spielberg too hard on the back for having integrity but when you look at the godawful Fantastic Beasts movies or how adapting The Hobbit, which should have been two movies at best, ballooned into a bloated trilogy, you see how intense the pressure to squeeze every last dime out of a property is. The fact that Spielberg never did that with E.T. is no small thing, in my opinion. The thing is, I don't even think it's hard to imagine that there could be a story worth telling with an E.T. 2. Even now I believe there could be a follow up that wouldn't necessarily cheapen the original but whether that's true or not is something we'll never know. When E.T. says goodbye to Elliott, that was our goodbye to the character too. 

Forty years later, E.T. remains a singular creation. When we talk about it, we don't have to specify whether we're talking about the first one or the original rather than the remake. When you talk about E.T., you can only be talking about E.T.

That's a pretty remarkable thing. 

So rare, in fact, that it qualifies as an alien concept.

Saturday, June 4, 2022

It Knows What Scares You: Poltergeist at 40

The tagline on the teaser poster for Poltergeist touted it as being "the first real ghost story," which seems like an odd claim to make. Maybe the fact that this Steven Spielberg production was set in a prosaic, lookalike suburban neighborhood rather than in a stereotypical "haunted house" was what was supposed to make it more "real." More likely, I think the intent was to suggest that Poltergeist would be the first movie to take a serious look at paranormal phenomenon, making it a spiritual successor to Spielberg's Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977). Close Encounters had treated the sort of tales that had become part of U.F.O. lore, such as ordinary people witnessing unexplained lights in the sky, not as a subject of ridicule or the stuff of tabloid headlines but imbuing them with a sense of wonder and the implication was that Poltergeist was going to treat the supernatural world with the same respect and be an Encounters of the Paranormal Kind

With a screenplay written by Spielberg himself (based on his own story) along with writers Michael Grais and Mark Victor, the early signs of ghostly activity in the Freeling family household, located in the planned community of Cuesta Verde in California, are purely mischievous with chairs being moved and rearranged, silverware being twisted out of shape, and lights mysteriously getting brighter. 

This all suggests a movie that will be taking a subtle approach and for awhile, Poltergeist actually does hold to that. The early section of Poltergeist is stocked with small moments and details that make its everyday world feel real and recognizable, whether it's JoBeth Williams' Diane Freeling singing the Miller High Life jingle to herself as she changes her kid's (Star Wars) bed sheets or Craig T. Nelson's Steve Freeling reading a Reagan biography in bed. After Diane becomes aware of the strange activities occurring in her home, the former '60s hippie turned '80s yuppie is unfazed, just looking to embrace the peaceful cosmic vibe. As she tells a concerned Steve, "It's like another side of nature. You know, a side that you and I are not qualified to understand. When you overreact, it makes what happened much too important." About forty minutes in, though, the gnarly looking tree stationed outside the bedroom window of Diane and Steve's two youngest kids comes to life in the middle of a thunderstorm, crashing its limbs through the window and attempting to gobble up eight-year-old Robbie Freeling (Oliver Robins) and as quick as that, we're off to the races. 

The only thing that stops the tree from making a meal out of Robbie is a tornado (!) that touches down with pinpoint accuracy in the Freeling's backyard, tearing the tree out of its roots and sucking it up into the sky like something out of The Wizard of Oz. While Diane, Steve, and their oldest daughter Dana (Dominique Dunne) are busy with that distraction, the Freeling's youngest, Carol Anne (Heather O'Rourke), is pulled into a portal to The Other Side that opens up in the bedroom closet so, you know, things escalate quickly from the bent spoons and stacked chairs stage of this haunting and whatever semi-serious foundation the movie had laid down up to this point is out in favor of letting viewers gorge their eyeballs on state of the art FX devised by George Lucas' Industrial Light and Magic. 

Previously, the makers of ghost stories - from The Haunting to The Changeling - had been guided by the belief that less was more when it came to things that go bump in the night but Poltergeist was a true ghost story for the '80s where the decade's overriding motto was "more is more."

Keeping Poltergeist's three ring supernatural circus from spinning out of control is its wonderful cast. We stay invested in the Freelings from start to finish and we always believe the truth of what's happening because this family feels so authentically real. The trio of paranormal researchers that come into the Freeling home, led by Betrice Straight as Dr. Tesh, are also instantly endearing. It would have been easy, even expected, to have at least one of these researchers turn out to be a low level creep of some kind, an opportunist who tries to leak information about all the weird happenings in the Freeling home to the National Enquirer or something. But no, they're actually all just decent, caring people. Once Dr. Tesh realizes after just one night with the Freelings that her team is over their heads ("Marty won't be coming back.") and Zelda Rubinstein's big gun psychic Tangina is called in as a heavy hitter, we see that Tangina is also just a straight up good person who is only there to help and isn't a quack or is someone out to con the Freelings. You could argue about the effectiveness of these professional's expertise ("This house is clean!") but they really do try! Across the board, I think Poltergeist features the nicest group of characters ever to be gathered in a horror movie. 

The one single asshole in the whole thing is James Karen as Mr. Teague, the slime ball real estate developer who only paid to move the headstones. Fuck that guy!

One of the most enduring myths of the summer of '82 is that Steven Spielberg's E.T. was responsible for the box office failure of John Carpenter's The Thing, with the public choosing the uplifting alien tale over the nihilistic one. While I used to buy into that myself I have come to believe that Spielberg's space goblin has been an innocent scapegoat all these years. If you're going to peg The Thing's failure on any of its competitors, the movie that you really need to look at is Poltergeist

Poltergeist and The Thing were the two big ticket horror films of the summer, both high profile, big budget, FX-laden shockers (and both from legendary horror directors!). Poltergeist arrived at the box office on June 4th, 1982, two weeks before The Thing, and it was an immediate hit, the kind of crowd pleaser that the downbeat Thing wasn't. Where U.S. Outpost 31 was stocked with surly, alienated, foul mouthed loners (God bless them all!), Poltergeist won the hearts of America with a warm, loving family. Most importantly, even though it was PG, Poltergeist still legitimately delivered on the scares. It emerged as the hot horror movie that summer in a way that The Thing couldn't match.  

Sure, Poltergeist was no Texas Chain Saw Massacre (let's face it, nothing else ever has been) but Tobe Hooper had already proved with the 1979 Salem's Lot TV miniseries that he could still deliver big scares without being graphic and with Poltergeist he was able to give the hardcore horror crowd a satisfying fix while not alienating the wider mainstream audience. I'm not going to bother to wade into the ancient debate as to who really directed Poltergeist. As much as there's a powerful Spielberg vibe (why wouldn't there be?), I consider it to be a Tobe Hooper film, full stop. 

My one disappointment with Poltergeist is that it didn't jump on the burgeoning 3D bandwagon! I know that was never an actual consideration on the part of anyone involved so I can't actually hold it against the movie but just the same I feel like an opportunity to change the game was missed. All love to Parasite and Friday the 13th 3D and Jaws 3D but I believe Poltergeist in 3D would have sold the format as being more than just a gimmick.

Poltergeist could have been the Avatar of its day, legitimizing 3D years ahead of time. With so many moments that are tailor made for the format, it would have looked incredible (imagine how stunning the hallway shot would have been!). I only wish that someday someone would convert it to 3D and give it a theatrical release. Yeah, I know it will never happen but it sure would be cool if it did. For a movie with such a canny sense of showmanship, 3D would have been the perfect fit.

Early on in Poltergeist, Steve Freeling is giving a guide through one of the Cuesta Verde homes, pitching a couple on life in the community with "You know, we have a saying around here...the grass is greener on every side." All three groan as soon as he says it but in America in the summer of '82, the grass kind of did feel greener on every side. Whether it was true or not, America felt like the land of plenty. We were riding high and Poltergeist was a gaudy ghost story made with the belief that, in the '80s, bigger was better. 

It's not the specters on screen that make Poltergeist feel haunted now but the bittersweet awareness of time gone by. Forty years later, it lingers as a reminder of the ghosts of summers past.