Cop Hater (1958) 87th Precinct Noir

The new MGM DVD of March 15, 2011 has dictated an updated review.

A police procedural Film Noir, based on the 1956 novel "Cop Hater" by Ed McBain. It was the first in a series of books and films about the 87th Precinct in New York City. The film was produced and directed by William Berke (Shoot to Kill (1947), FBI Girl (1951)). The film was written by Henry Kane. Cinematography was by J. Burgi Contner.

The film stars Robert Loggia (Somebody Up There Likes Me (1956), The Garment Jungle (1957), Scarface (1983), Lost Highway (1997)) as Detective Steve Carelli, Gerald S. O'Loughlin as Detective Mike Maguire, Ellen Parker (Mike Hammer (TV Series)) as Teddy Franklin,
Shirley Ballard (The Second Woman (1950), Scandal Sheet (1952), The Laughing Policeman (1973)) as Alice Maguire, Russell Hardie (Fail-Safe (1964)) as Detective Lieutenant Peter Byrnes, Gene Miller as Hank Miller, reporter, John Gerstad (No Way to Treat a Lady (1968)) as Forensics Lieutenant, Hal Riddle as Mercer, Vincent Gardenia (Murder, Inc. (1960), Mad Dog Coll (1961), The Hustler (1961), Hickey & Boggs (1972)) as Danny the Gimp, Steve Franken, and Jerry Orbach (Mad Dog Coll (1961), Delusion (1991)) as Gang Leader Mumzer.

The murder of three detectives in quick succession in the 87th Precinct leads Detective Steve Carella (Loggia) on a search that takes him into the city's underworld. Written by Evan Hunter using the name Ed McBain, the book was inspired by a television show he greatly admired, Dragnet. McBain chose to set his 87th Precinct series in the fictional city of Isola though for all intents and purposes it's Manhattan.

Plainclothes detective Mike Reardon is awakened by an alarm clock. He's got graveyard shift. He is on the way to work when he is shot to death from behind with a .45. Detective Steve Carella and his colleagues from the 87th Precinct are obsessed with looking for their friend's killer, and they have no real clues nor any idea that this is just the beginning of a series of police murders.

Mike Reardon (Alan Bergnan)

NYC street murder scene

David Foster Reardon's partner is the next victim, in an alley near the entrance of his apartment. There the killer has left behind a footprint and some .45 shell cases at the crime scene. All the footprint provides is a make of shoe, an identifying bent nail on the heel, and a possible weight of the murderer that, one of the detectives jokes, narrows it down to three million suspects.

Carelli (Loggia) & Maguire (O'Loughlin)

Detctive Lieutenant Byrnes (Hardie) and Maguire

The city is in the grips of a heat wave in July 1956, it's hot and humid, not many buildings have air-conditioning. Most citizens seek relief from fans, or open windows, some resourceful denizens will even drag their mattresses out on firescapes.

Heat Wave

Alice Maguire (Shirley Ballard) cooling off.

Steve Carella and Maguire (O'Loughlin) question all the likely leads. A few nights later the unknown killer ambushes and murders Maguire. Maguire  though was able to get a shot off and scratch the killer's face. A blood drip trail gives the detectives an idea as to the severity of the killers wound. From the evidence supplied from under the fingernails they get more clues. Steve Carella fears he will be the next target if he fails to stop him. A young Vince Gardenia plays a junky stoolie. Jerry Orbach is a teen gang leader who's crew gets mixed up in the proceedings.

Danny The Gimp (Gardenia)

Mumzer (Orbach)

Teddy (Parker) is Carella's mute gal pal, she is a cutie and becomes part of the final confrontation after she has just emerged from the tub wearing only a bath towel and the proceedings get on the very brink of kinky as Teddy is backed onto a table while the killer is seated before her, you wonder which gun he may use. Alice Maguire (Ballard) is equally toothsome parading around in her bra and panties for a good majority of her scenes.

The films biggest problem is that the investigation sequences seem a bit too rushed in spots and very detailed in others making the film uneven, and there seem to be hardly any location shots which gives the film a cheap production feel on the whole. At least you do actually see the actors and some of New York City in the same shots, unlike the recently reviewed The Case Against Brooklyn.  Cop Hater is not very noir visually, it's cafe au lait - Noir Lite,  but it has an excellent femme fatale. 6.5- 7/10 with the new DVD.

Original review here: Cop Hater original review

Lost Highway (1997) Bizarre Noir from the Twilight Zone

We are all just sparks of consciousness traveling at light speed through the void. 

R rated for BIZARRE, VIOLENT and SEXUAL CONTENT and for Strong Language, a blue screen MPAA film rating at the beginning of David Lynch's Lost Highway, pretty much enticingly sums up one of the best of the 1990s Neo Noirs.

Directed by David Lynch (Blue Velvet (1986), Twin Peaks (1990–1991 TV series), Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (1992), Wild at Heart (1990), The Straight Story (1999), Mulholland Drive (2001), written by David Lynch and novelist Barry Gifford (Wild at Heart (1990)). The captivating cinematography is from Peter Deming (My Cousin Vinny (1992), Mulholland Drive (2001), Twin Peaks (TV Series, (2017)) and the unsettling mood Music is from the great Angelo Badalamenti (who has collaborated with David Lynch on many projects since Blue Velvet).

The film stars Bill Pullman (The Last Seduction (1994), Zero Effect (1998), The Killer Inside Me (2010)) as Fred Madison, Patricia Arquette (True Romance (1993)) as Renee Madison/Alice Wakefield, Balthazar Getty (Natural Born Killers (1994)) as Pete Dayton, Robert Loggia (Somebody Up There Likes Me (1956), Naked City TV Series (1958–1963), Scarface (1983)) as Mr. Eddy/Dick Laurent, Robert Blake (Black Hand (1950), In Cold Blood (1967), Electra Glide in Blue (1973)) as The Mystery Man, Gary Busey as Bill Dayton, Pete's father, Lucy Butler as Candace Dayton, Pete's mother, Michael Massee as Andy, Richard Pryor as Arnie, Natasha Gregson Wagner as Sheila, John Roselius as Al, Louis Eppolito as Ed, and Jack Nance (Hammett (1982), Blue Velvet (1986), Wild at Heart (1990), The Hot Spot (1990)) as Phil.

Fred (Pullman)

Psychological Noirs have always been part of Classic Film Noir, the best know one is 1950s In A Lonely Place.  Lost Highway is vaguely similar to one of its predecessors 1966's Mister Buddwing, Lost Highway is a powerful psychological anxiety filled noir, though where Mister Buddwing dealt all externally with the story, in Lost Highway it is all internal. In this case we get a clue straight up front, from the credit sequence. A powerfully graphic image of headlights speeding frantically down a dark highway, each dashed centerline flashing like fragments of thoughts. This sequence is accompanied by David Bowie's haunting "I'm Deranged" with a tinkling discordant piano, we are not dwelling with a "normal" world. We are observing a surreality through the eyes of an insane man, it's frightening, the ultimate noir, life as a lost highway in a void, with no map, and no way back.

“I like to remember things my own way. How I remember them; not necessarily the way they happened.”

Fred Madison (Pullman) jazz saxophonist. Club Luna. Married to a red haired Bettie Page channeling ex-porn star Renee (Arquette). Hollywood Hills minimalist homestead. Fred jealous. Fred stressed. Fred bummed out. Fred can't get it up. Renee restless. Renee straying off the reservation.

Arquette in Bettie Page Mode

Renee (Arquette) in Bettie Page bangs

Read? Read what?

Renee: You don't mind if I don't go to the club tonight
Fred:  What are you going to do?
Renee: oh stay home and read.
Fred: Read? Read what? [he chuckles bitterly, as if they don't have a book in the house]

Fred calls home to check on Renee, no one is there to pick up the phone. While Fred blows sax, round heels Renee is too, probably doing her own virtuoso playing the skin flute. Sleazeball lounge lizard Andy (Massee) and Mr. Eddy aka Dick Laurent (Loggia) are the suspects.

A videotape shows up with the mail. It's a tape that would be physically impossible to shoot, but it shows Renee and Fred in bed in their womb colored bedroom.

More mysterious videotapes arrive compounding Fred's anxiety.

Fred already at the edge goes off the deep end when at a party at Andy's house he "meets" the "Mystery Man" (Blake) dressed in black. It's not quite what it seems, the music dies out and Fred has a conversation with him, it's probably all in his head and the Mystery Man is possibly the personification of evil sparked by jealousy. The Mystery Man tells Fred that "We met at your house. As a matter of fact, I'm there right now. Call me", Fred doesn't believe him the man gives him a cell phone....

Mystery Man (Blake)

Mystery Man: Call Me. Dial your number. Go ahead.
[Fred dials the number and the Mystery Man answers]
Mystery Man: [over the phone] I told you I was here.
Fred Madison: [amused] How'd you do that?
Mystery Man: Ask me.
[Fred's facial expression turns from amused to serious as he's clearly remembering the anonymous video tapes]
Fred Madison: [angrily into the phone] How did you get inside my house?
Mystery Man: [voice] You invited me. It is not my custom to go where I am not wanted.
Fred Madison: [into the phone] Who are you?
[Both Mystery Men the one with Fred and the one at Fred's house laugh mechanically]
Mystery Man: [voice] Give me back my phone.
[Fred gives the cell phone back to the man in front of him]
Mystery Man: It's been a pleasure talking to you.

There is a lot of speculation as to the nature of the Mystery Man, one interpretation is that Fred's uncontrollable jealousy invites EVIL into his "house" i.e., his head. He could also be the personification of Fred's insanity.

Renee (Arquette) in a Bettie Page pose

Bettie Page

You can get a good idea of how much Patricia Arquette looks like Bettie Mae Page (April 22, 1923 – December 11, 2008) Bettie was an American model who gained a significant profile in the 1950s for her pin-up photos. She was often referred to as the "Queen of Pinups", her jet black hair, blue eyes, and trademark bangs have influenced artists for generations. In 1949, Page moved to New York City, where she hoped to find work as an actress. In the meantime, she supported herself by working as a secretary overlooking Rockefeller Center. In 1950, while walking alone along the Coney Island shore, Bettie met NYPD Officer Jerry Tibbs, who was an avid photographer, and he gave Bettie his card. He suggested she'd make a good pin-up model, and in exchange for allowing him to photograph her, he'd help make up her first pin-up portfolio, free of charge. It was Officer Tibbs who suggested to Bettie that she style her hair with bangs in front, to keep light from reflecting off her high forehead when being photographed. Bangs soon became an integral part of her distinctive look. (from Wikipedia)

Soon Fred finds himself just like in the last video tape in his bedroom next to the bloody, dismembered corpse of Renee and then sitting in solitary on Death Row watching the lights flicker as another fellow inmate is electrocuted.

Murder scene on video tape

Murder scene reality flashback

The second half of the film is either a dream or a hallucination. Fred imagines another scenario, another life. He becomes Pete Dayton (Getty), the jail guards find Dayton in the cell that held Fred Madison, who has apparently vanished into thin air. The guards let Dayton go. Dayton works as a mechanic in Arnie's (Pryor) garage, he has a girl Sheila (Wagner), and lives with his folks (Busey & Butler). A gangster Mr. Eddy (Loggia) is a regular patron at the shop. He like's Pete for his expertise in taking care of his cars, a Mercedes and a Caddy.

Pete Dayton (Getty)

Mr. Eddy/Dick Laurent (Loggia)

One day Mr. Eddy shows up with Alice (Arquette) his mistress, who this time is in blond bombshell (a combo Marilyn Monroe, Jane Mansfield, Diana Dors) mode. Pete is awestruck, mesmerized, and soon with accelerated encouragement from Alice they are screwing feverishly on a regular basis in hot sheet motels.

Arquette In Bombshell Mode

First look Alice (Arquette) "This Magic Moment"

The blonder they are on the outside the nastier they are on the inside

From both the Madison and Dayton versions of reality we learn that Renee/Alice was most possibly a prostitute who met Andy at a club, and that Andy worked for Dick Laurent/Mr Eddy recruiting women for his porn film business. One day Andy approached Alice about a job. She was given an address and when arriving told to wait in the foyer. When she was finally admitted into the house she found herself at what looked like a private party of a dozen or so male guests run by Mr. Eddy. She was made to strip at gunpoint and we last see her on her knees before Mr. Eddy.

It's not surprisingly left to the imagination, in a perverted sort of updated Classic Noir Hayes code homage, but she apparently serviced the group, and when Pete asks her how come she didn't leave or call the police, Alice doesn't deny to Pete that it was because she liked it. Even these revelations don't deter Pete who is apparently been as they say "fucked stupid" by Alice, and when she greedily proposes a heist of Andy's house so that she can escape Mr. Eddy he's down with it.

The details of recurring characters saying the same lines, the fact that both Renee and Alice are in the same photographs and porn films, constantly reinforces the derangement of Fred Madison in his alternate realities, nothing is ever spelled out. You just don't quite know what's what and this results in endless interpretations of the film.

Lost Highway is filled with Neo Noir stylistics, flashbacks, Dutch angles, low key lighting, extreme closeups, shadows, and monochrome, muted, and contrasting colors.


Noirsville

Arnie's

Andy (Massie)

porn film Renee

Sheila (Wagner)

"There's no such thing as a bad coincidence."

"You killed him."

"You'll never have me."

Bill Pullman has a deer in the headlights, fatigued, Dan Duryea/Zachary Scott vibe in this. Michael Massee does a great, pencil thin mustache sporting, greasy looking sleazeball, his demise is unforgettably Lynchesque. Robert Loggia's Dick Laurent/Mr Eddy as a slightly odd ball gangster with a hair trigger personality is entertaining. Robert Blake as the Mystery Man is very creepy. Patricia Arquette is wonderfully decadent as Renee/Alice the films duplicitous, psychotic, sweet and sour Femme Fatale.

Lost Highway is Lynch at his most audacious. It's lovingly been referred to as a “psychogenic fugue," an elaborate ellipse, or a ride on a Moebius Strip rollercoaster.  The score by Badalamenti, the various soundtracks, and the sound design all complement and greatly enhance the films eerie, nightmarish, disturbing atmosphere. A prime time Twilight Zone for adults. 10/10

Video bonus I'm Deranged - David Bowie