The British film Don’t
Look Now, originally released in 1973, was best known at its time of release
for a shockingly frank sex scene. There is much more to the effort beyond a five minute diversion, but sometimes Puritanism speaks louder that artistry. Even today, its
depiction of oral sex could still be considered graphic. Oddly enough, this
passage was improvised on the spot as means of counterbalancing the dark, dismal, menacing tone present in the rest of the film. Passing the censors only by way of a
cleverly fractured editing job, the scene nevertheless relies more on suggestion than
salaciousness.
This does not, of course, mean that viewers can’t piece
together what is really happening on screen. A jealous Warren Beatty even demanded its
complete excision because of the involvement of female lead Julie Christie,
then his girlfriend. Director Nicholas Roeg ignored the threat. Rumor had it that
Christie and Donald Sutherland, her on-stage husband, had not faked their
love-making. There remains some lasting controversy as to whether the sex scene was simulated or unsimulated, even now. Fortunately for film-goers, one scene does not a movie make.
Though
constructed on its face like a Gothic horror tale, the film is really about the
grieving process. Specifically, we mean the psychological impact of grief that
follows the death of a child. Two parents, one American, one British, lose a child. Her name is Christine, and though her physical death occurs in the first few frames of the work, her presence will feature prominently throughout the rest of the movie.
She perishes due to accidental drowning, a complex mixture of camera work that resembles Psycho's infamous shower scene. The
tragedy occurs at the family's English country estate, necessitating an abrupt change of
scenery. Some months following the funeral and all other necessary arrangements, the
husband, John Baxter (Donald Sutherland), agrees to help restore an ancient
church in Venice. His wife, Sharon Williams (Julie Christie), comes along for a
badly needed distraction. Venice seems like the right thing to do at the time, though they find that their problems arrive along with them.
Both are still shaken from the experience, seeking
explanation for the unexplained and inexplicable. Sharon finds comfort in the company of two
sisters, one of whom is a psychic. For all her perception into the spirit
world, the clairvoyant lacks eyesight and requires constant assistance to move from place to place in
the material world. Encountering the blind medium by happenstance at a
restaurant, Sharon recognizes the truth that the elderly prophet has
presciently revealed. It makes a profound impact upon a mother yet to fully come to terms with her daughter's demise. Stopping temporarily at an ornate Catholic Church, Sharon
decides to lights a few candles in her child’s memory.
Her husband is skeptical, inclined to bury himself in his
work rather than seek answers. He himself holds a barely acknowledged gift of psychic perception that he is only beginning to understand. While Sharon requires the skills of a medium to communicate
beyond this life, John’s second sense provides periodic, but perplexing clues. However, his
refusal to explore this gift beyond the superficial casts him further and further into denial. With
time, his visions grow increasingly more and more disturbing, making them
impossible to ignore. Christine, his daughter, died while wearing a red mackintosh.
Its precise shade pops up time and time again at odd moments throughout, introducing a potent,
reoccurring color symbolism. This motif is present through the rest of the running
time.
In a film which draws a distinction between belief in the wholly
knowable and the thoroughly unknowable, Don’t
Look Now shows organized religion in a favorable light. Bishop Barbarrigo (Massimo Serato) is a humble, devout man who
provides helpful council to John Baxter. The Bishop also feels the same malevolent,
unsettling visions as John Baxter, though neither man discusses them with the
other. A serial killer is on the prowl in Venice, and both men can somehow channel an identical sense of macabre foreboding. To Baxter, this extrapolation takes
the visual form of Christine in her last moments on Earth.
To the sightless woman that Sharon continues to visit, powers like these are divinely inspired,
and nothing to be trifled with in the least bit. In this world, women are the most
perceptible and most highly attuned sex. Even two men with a significant sixth sense
pale in comparison to the intuition of the women that surround them. In the atmosphere of a psychological thriller like this one, ESP is as much a hindrance as a help. What is viewed first as a
skill quickly becomes a liability. Characters are eventually destroyed by these mysterious forces, though in the beginning they hold great promise. The pursuit of the
supernatural only backfires in the end.
Technically speaking, a novel approach to editing keeps the
viewer consistently off-balance. Choppy, multi-angle shots seem quaint in
this day and age, but were unusual for the early 1970’s. Today’s pacing and
jump-cuts have increased the tempo and the procession of images. Classified as
a horror film in its time, works of the genre today feature hyperactive cutting, increased
gore, and constant psychological terror. In line with a Hitchcock film, Don’t Look Now allows the tension
on-screen to build to a few salient moments of agony and fear. If released now,
it would be categorized primarily as a drama.
Though an enjoyable film, director Roeg’s self-professed “exercise
in film grammar” sometimes overshadows plot development. A truly robust and
sufficient study of grief would place more of an emphasis upon character, and
less upon spooky ambiance, no matter how creatively rendered. Some films demand
that their audience silently collect visual clues to patch together a
comprehensible narrative. This scavenger hunt aspect can alienate viewers just
as much as it attracts them.
Modern viewers will either love the film or find it somewhat
tedious. Nevertheless, the movie is an excellent example pulled from the
most critically acclaimed period of British horror. Don’t Look Now is much in line with the cult classic The Wicker Man, released the very same
year. These days, this cinematic work may be more important for how
thoroughly it influenced the current generation of British film directors. For most viewers, it has become a footnote in a bygone era.
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