Before I talk about this week’s movie, Dressed to Kill (1980), please allow me to share the story of my one-scene stand with writer/director/producer Brian DePalma and a guy named Joe during a press junket for a different DePalma movie.
Yes, you read that right! It was 1984, and I was a Junior earning my B.A. in Communications at Fordham University. I wrote for the more freewheeling of the school’s two newspapers—titled the paper, appropriately enough. So I was invited, along with my fellow college film critics, to attend a press screening of DePalma’s upcoming thriller Body Double at Columbia Pictures’ Manhattan headquarters. Before and after the screening, I’d been chatting pleasantly about movies and such with a young fella we’ll call “Joe.” After the screening, DePalma was peppered with questions. One guy was particularly eager to learn more about the filming of the super-hot, marvelously over-the-top make-out-verging-on-sex scene on the beach between stars Craig Wasson and Deborah Shelton, a sexy homage to Vertigo with the camera swooning and swooping around the couple. (Ironically, both actors were dressed.)
DePalma said he’d be glad to demonstrate how he’d done it, if he could have a male and female volunteer from the audience. Just for fun, Joe and I volunteered. We figured DePalma would just walk around us and discuss the blocking of the scene and such. To our surprise, DePalma said, “Okay, start kissing.” We thought he was kidding, but no, our fearless director said, “Okay, roll ’em. Put your arms around her….” Honest to God, there we were, two college writers who barely knew each other, kissing and moaning and manhandling each other just like in the movie scene, while DePalma simultaneously directed us and explained the anatomy of the scene to the audience. I can’t speak for Joe, but I must blushingly admit I was so caught up in our hot love scene, I barely heard a word DePalma said! I guess Joe and I displayed natural chemistry together, because DePalma seemed quite pleased and our audience was
clearly enjoying themselves, too. We each had a honey at the time, so nothing else came of our little one-scene stand, but I won’t lie to you: it was lots of fun. I’m glad we didn’t have to undress, though!
|Yikes! Is Liz seeing a body double?|
The more sensitive moviegoers among us have often accused DePalma of exploiting women; shamelessly manipulating audiences (but isn’t that part of a director’s job?); and ripping off classic directors, especially Alfred Hitchcock (for plots and camerawork) and Dario Argento (for stylish giallo-style bloodletting). But just like Hitchcock had been at the peak of his powers during the 1950s, DePalma was
similarly riding high from the 1970s through the ’90s, giving thriller-lovers the ride of their lives. Since he began making movies in the 1960s, DePalma has embraced many genres, including offbeat comedies; horror; gritty crime dramas (including Scarface and The Untouchables, both stylish and suspenseful remakes); war dramas, and even science fiction. But DePalma was best known to movie buffs of my generation as our Master of the Macabre. Sisters (1973), Phantom of the Paradise (1974), Obsession (1976), Carrie (1976), and The Fury (1978) were fine warm-ups, but I’ve always felt that it was DePalma’s 1980 thriller Dressed to Kill (DtK) that really put him on the map and set his style in stone.
|*YIKES!* Er, sorry, lady, wrong floor, gotta run!"|
|"Whadda ya wanna do tonight, Liz?" |
"I dunno, Peter, whadda you wanna do tonight?"
With DtK’s Janet Leigh manqué dead, the leading-lady crown is passed to high-class blonde call girl/stock-market whiz Liz Blake (Carrie’s Nancy Allen—Mrs. DePalma at the time). Liz witnesses the murder as she leaves a “date” she had in the building. Police Detective Marino (Dennis Franz) growls, “What kind of building is this? Everybody’s gettin’ laid after lunch?” (Is that an asset or a liability to the local housing market?) Like so many thriller protagonists, Liz just had to pick up the straight razor and get her fingerprints all over it! Since no one else saw the real killer, Marino tells Liz she’s the most likely suspect. Marino also grills Kate’s psychiatrist, Dr. Robert Elliott (Michael Caine), who pleads patient confidentiality. “Mrs. Miller is beyond the point of bein’ embarrassed by anything you might have to tell me,” snaps Marino. Dr. Elliott knows the truth: the killer is one of his patients, Bobbie, a transvestite who leaves threatening messages on Dr. Elliott’s answering machine (played by the voice of Phantom of the Paradise’s William Finley), sneering that he killed Kate to take revenge on Elliott for nixing his sex-change operation (or gender reassignment surgery, as we say here in the 21st century). Having made eye contact with Liz at the murder scene, Bobbie’s got her on his hit list.
Luckily, Kate's teenage son Peter (Keith Gordon, on whom I had a crush at the time; now he's a film director himself with films like A Midnight Clear and the film version of The Singing Detective), has been playing amateur detective with various DIY gadgets his electronics-whiz brain has cooked up, including hidden mics and cameras and homemade mace with which he saves Liz on the subway after she’s trapped by both Bobbie and a street gang. Grateful Liz and vengeful Peter team up to smoke out Kate’s killer. Their only weapons are Peter’s inventions and Liz’s, um, feminine wiles. She strips to black undies and lacy garters, talking dirty in a nighttime therapy session with Dr. Elliott in order to distract/seduce him long enough for her to find his patient records and get the suspected killer's name. Nancy Drew was never like this!
But, surprise—Dr. Elliott himself is Mrs. Bates, er, Bobbie! NYPD officer Betty Luce (Susanna Clemm), whom Liz thought was Bobbie when she spotted Luce tailing her just before the subway scene, shoots Dr. Elliott in the neck before he can murder Liz, and he’s off to Bellevue. The Psycho motif comes full circle as kindly Dr. Levy (David Margulies) explains to Liz, Marino, and Luce that Elliott was a dual personality, with Bobbie going homicidal whenever Elliott became “masculinely sexual,” like when he was attracted to Kate and Liz. But the end of DtK is more DePalma than Hitchcock or Argento, starting with a hilarious scene at Windows on the World, where Liz cheerfully explains the fine art of gender reassignment surgery while a horrified lady lunching at the next table overhears them. (This scene usually suffers in TV’s “pan-and-scan” version—like cutting out all the gore and sex wasn’t enough!) The film ends with a “The nightmare’s not over!” set piece involving the most surreal view of Bellevue you’ll ever see; a sexy nurse; and Elliott on the loose to menace poor Liz as she tries to unwind in Peter's shower. Don’t worry, Liz is just having a bad dream after her nerve-shattering experience. Luckily, the caring Peter is there to comfort her just before the end credits. *Whew!* Any questions?
The passing years have made DePalma's once-controversial attitudes towards women and sex, at least as portrayed in DtK and his other thrillers, seem almost naïve at best, and sometimes nastily sexist at worst. Much as I enjoyed Nancy Allen and Keith Gordon in the movie, can you really see lovable nerd Peter ending up with sexy, worldly call girl Liz in the real world? Granted, opposites reportedly attract! Having said that, as a filmmaker, DePalma knows his craft, having learned it from the masters, making his work seem like homages rather than rip-offs. In DtK, his lush visual style is aided and abetted by Ralf Bode’s gorgeous cinematography. DePalma has a terrific eye for composition, making effective use of screen tricks such as split screens and 360-degree shots, conveying lots of info in each shot. For instance, pay close attention to the scene where Angie Dickinson steps out onto the Met’s steps and sees her handsome stranger proffering her lost glove from the cab’s window. Don’t blink, or you’ll miss Caine as Bobbie during the camera’s glide from Dickinson to the taxi! DePalma plays with the audience’s emotions like a master puppeteer; he knows how to time events and effects for maximum suspense. Moreover, DtK successfully combines laughs and scares, especially when it comes to urban terrors like subway thugs. (Ironically, one of the actors who plays one of the thugs who chase Nancy Allen in the subway scene was later arrested for assault in real life.)
DePalma’s directorial style strikes a fine balance with the actors’ genuine warmth and spunk. As Dr. Elliott, Michael Caine comes off as urbane yet concerned about Kate and his other patients, at least until we see his true colors. (And Caine looks surprisingly convincing in drag, too, though I understand body doubles were sometimes used as well.) As Kate Miller, Angie Dickinson makes your heart go out to her, with her gentle voice, sad brown eyes, and wistful, hopeful smile. When Dickinson sets out for a sexual adventure, she seems like a lonely soul looking for love and affirmation, not some bold hussy. When she’s brutally murdered, you feel terribly sorry for her and furious at the bastard who’d do this to such a sweet lady. In their only scene together, Dickinson and Gordon project real warmth and caring about each other. You can believe this kid loved his mom, in a healthy way (something you sure didn’t see in Psycho!), enough to want to nab her killer himself. To paraphrase one of my favorite lines from Diva (1981), the role of hard-bitten call girl Liz Blake suits apple-cheeked girl-next-door Nancy Allen so badly that it suits her very well! If DePalma was counting on his then-wife’s wholesome aura (Allen is one of the few people who can make the foulest swear words sound cuddly) to make her raunchy character appealing, he was right on the money. I really liked the gentle tenderness that grows between Allen and Gordon; it makes their characters’ unlikely relationship more believable in spite of itself. I also found it endearing that with everyone else in the film, Allen’s Liz wears either slutwear or elegant yet sensual dressy outfits, but with Gordon’s Peter (Peter & Gordon!), she wears demure sweater-and-skirt ensembles, T-shirts (not tight ones, either) and jeans, and flannel pajamas. Even her hairstyle looks more wholesome in her scenes with Peter! Finally, let’s not forget Dennis Franz, who steals every scene he’s in as polyester-and-vinyl-clad, crude, no-bullshit New York cop Marino. Franz was so good in this role, he’s been pretty much playing it ever since: After teaming up with DePalma and Allen again as a sleazy photographer in Blow-Out (1981), Franz went on to greater fame playing crude but essentially likable cops on TV, most notably on Steven Bochco’s Hill Street Blues and NYPD Blue. Vinnie and I love Franz’s sarcastic way of expressing himself; it’s as if he’s mentally making quotation marks with his fingers.
Unlike his beloved Hitchcock, who let his blonde heroines smolder from within, DePalma puts his female characters’ sexuality right out front and center where moviegoers could see it! Every woman in DtK but Angie Dickinson seems to have super-glossy fire-engine-red lips, making them look, depending on your mood, either sexy in a trashy way, or as if they’d just bitten someone and drawn blood. And wouldn’t you know they all have sexy underwear! How come we never see the guys’ underwear?
Finally, I just couldn’t wrap up this look back at DtK without mentioning something that I, as a native New Yorker, always get a huge kick out of. Filmmakers often play fast and loose with a major city’s geography so as to be able to use its more picturesque sites for key scenes. DePalma is no exception. Angie Dickinson’s museum scene, the interiors and paintings, actually belong to the Philadelphia Museum of Art, but when Ms. Dickinson goes outdoors, she’s definitely on the steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Vinnie and I always joke that she gave that handsome stranger one hell of a merry chase!
|"Didja hear the one about the |
Hitchcockian Blonde? This'll kill ya...."
So does DePalma with DtK — a merry, mad chase through cinematic plot devices old and new. Whether you enjoy the film for what it is or squawk about its cheerfully “politically incorrect” mindset, you sure as hell won’t be bored! I guess that’s why it’s stayed with me when so many more “respected” films haven’t.
As luck would have it, today's TotED blog post happens to coincide with Brian DePalma's retrospective at the Brooklyn Academy of Music (a.k.a. BAM). Here's a link to Time Out New York critic David Fear's interview with DePalma and writer/director Noah Baumbach: http://tinyurl.com/3tw2ptaReplyDelete
Twitter pal Kristina (a.k.a. @HQofK) says: "Thanks, i read & liked: gives new meaning to 'a guy named joe') haha" :-) Thanks, Kristina!ReplyDelete
Never knew about your public makeout scene, but it does sound memorable. Nice review of the film and discussion of De Palma. Agree that some of 'his' best moments seem homages to greater directors. Haven't seen any of his films in years, so perhaps it's time to re-watch a few.ReplyDelete
Steve, thanks for your feedback! Glad you enjoyed my DtK blog post. Vinnie's been itching for me to tell the BODY DOUBLE story for years! :-) I don't mind talented directors staging homages to the greats who came before them, as long as they're done well. It's been said that there are only about a dozen basic plots, and it's the writer and/or director's job to put their own spin on it. Well, DePalma's films have certainly had my head spinning, one way or another! :-)ReplyDelete
Loved this post, Dorian. Wow, you really are a movie expert. I am humbled and bow down to you. Ha! I wish though that your blog type were a bit larger and easier to read. We 'oldies' need that extra bit of help. But I just go to 125% and that does the trick. (I know, I solved it, but just thought I'd mention it anyway.) I saw this DRESSED TO KILL ages ago (not to be confused with the Sherlock Holmes film of, I think, the same name.) and remember very little about it but your post brought it all back to life for me.ReplyDelete
I think it's time for me to queue it up on Netflix. That's a lovely picture of Michael Caine, by the way. I am such a big fan of his. Yes, in this film your heart does go out to Angie Dickinson. All she's looking for is a good lay and look what happens. Is this a cautionary tale? Ha!
Love the headline of your post!!
Yvette, thanks a million for your praise; I'm especially tickled that you liked the title! Yes, there is indeed a Sherlock Holmes movie with Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce called DRESSED TO KILL; I've been wondering if anyone would mistake one for the other, with chaos possibly erupting! :-)ReplyDelete
You're very kind to dub me a "movie expert," but I'm really only an expert (of sorts) on the particular kind of movies I happen to like: tongue-in-cheek romantic suspense/adventure films with a Hitchcock feel to them, or variations on those themes. Nothing wrong with specializing, right? :-)
I'm sorry about your initial trouble with the smaller font this time around, though I'm glad you were able to magnify the text. You see, I was trying to save space because the DtK blog post was longer than my usual posts. I use my reading glasses when I'm writing or otherwise using my computer, so I sometimes forget others might be squinting to see what they're reading -- oops!
Loved your quip about the "cautionary tale" of poor Angie Dickenson's character "looking for...a good lay"! I'm a big fan of Michael Caine, too. One of these days I must blog about one of my favorite Caine films, like SLEUTH, THE IPCRESS FILE, or GAMBIT, among others.
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Another thought I've had about DRESSED TO KILL's characters: for the record, I must say I particularly feel for young Peter Miller when he overhears Detective Marino grilling Dr. Elliott, calling the brutally-murdered Kate a "hot pants broad" coming on to strange guys. Can you imagine overhearing someone saying that about your beloved mom? I think I'd find myself bursting into Marino's office and lunging at the guy! As far as I'm concerned, that's a tribute to what a good job DtK does of engaging audiences. :-)ReplyDelete
Dorian, this was a fine review of a De Palma classic. I find it interesting that De Palma's Hitchockian thrillers get shrugged off a lot these days. They are exceedingly well made and incredibly entertaining. My favorites are BODY DOUBLE and THE FURY, which I think are more complex thematically than DRESSED TO KILL (which I watched again about a year ago). But I enjoy them all. By the way, your college story was marvelous! I remember when Peter Bognanovich came to my college. Alas, he didn't direct any strangers kissing on the stage....ReplyDelete
Thanks, Rick -- I'm honored and flattered by your praise! I agree with you that DePalma's best thrillers are much more entertaining and complex than they get credit for. I think the key is that audiences must keep in mind that DRESSED TO KILL and other DePalma thrillers take place in their own universe with their own rules; they're not supposed to be documentaries! :-) Glad you enjoyed my BODY DOUBLE college story, too!ReplyDelete
This film sucked. Wooden performances. Nancy Allen's a hottie but can't act to save her life. Loved the scene where the young sleuth chains his bike (equipped w/ a movie camera no less!) to a small fence. That bike wouldn't have lasted 5 minutes on the streets of NYC!Delete
Joe, obviously you didn't enjoy DRESSED TO KILL as much as I did, but that's OK with me; can't please everyone! :-)Delete
I'm a native New Yorker myself, so I've always gotten a kick out of Keith Gordon managing to keep his bike from getting stolen, especially in 1980. Thanks for your comments!