John
Cassevettes was possibly one of the only genuinely independent
filmmakers in cinematic history. Unlike those who claim they
are independent because they happen to be working for Miramax,
a Hollywood-type studio if I ever heard one, Cassevettes was
truly in a league of his own. From 1960 to his death in 1989,
he directed a number of films, financed mainly with his own
money from acting jobs such as The Dirty Dozen and Rosemary's
Baby, and performed with many close friends, including his
wife, Gena Rowlands. As well, he developed his own unique
style. His films often involved a great deal of improvisation.
The story went that the script for his first film, Shadows,
was entirely improvised, and Faces (1968) has a very similar
feel to it.
The
plot is fairly basic. An ad executive, played by John Marley,
goes with a friend to a club, and picks up a high-class call
girl, played by Gena Rowlands. They are all drunk, and very
happy, and return to Rowland's place. They joke around, say
crazy things, and try to humor the call girl. The friend is
younger, and therefore more crude in his attitude, but Marley`s
character feels fascinated by the girl. At the end of the
night, she kisses him, apparently out of a need to reach out
to someone she feels is different from the losers who frequent
her.
Later
on that night, Marley returns home to his wife. And in a lengthy
scene I still cannot properly understand, you are brought
into a unique dynamic, ending with an enigmatic resolution.
At first, we are under then impression these two people get
along quite well, as they spar, joke and gossip about friends
and acquaintances. Later, we get what is apparently a flashback
of the couple in bed, with Marley making stupid jokes, and
the two of them laughing. The moment ends with close-ups of
the two of them, appearing alienated for some reason. You
are returned to the present, and Marley, out of the blue,
asks for a divorce. The rest of the film involves situations
with Marley and the call girl, and Marley`s wife, on a girls
night out, meeting a hip club dancer, played by Seymour Cassel,
who insinuates himself into the group.
The
production values are noticeably slim. The sound ranges from
fair to poor. The lighting is often so bad that in some shots
you wonder if perhaps the characters own way too many lights.
The editing is also occasionally sloppy. But this is really
the fault of the budget more than anything else. This situation
seems similar to the effect placed upon such films as Clerks
or Go Fish. After having witnessed the undeniably amateur
theatrics of those pictures, however, I will be very fair
to Cassevettes and say at least he had some true talent to
smooth over the technical problems. The actors, for one, are
very impressive. These are not Clerks performers, but truly
accomplished actors who obviously played here out of faith
in Cassevettes' vision and desire to make a film genuinely
freed of studio constraints.
The
only truly unsettling part of the film is the nature of the
script, which definitely focuses more on character than on
plot. Now, I always say that certain movies are more attuned
to behavior than a formula storyline, but never more so than
in a Cassevettes film. Many scenes go on for minutes at a
time, with seemingly very little going on but a display of
a bunch of drunken middle-class folk acting like....well,
a bunch of drunken middle-class folk. A couple of notable
scenes include the very first one with Marley, Rowlands, and
Marley`s friend. They all are so drunk that they, on different
occasions, burst into Christmas carols, call each other names,
get into a bit of a fight, and pontificate on the meaning
of friendship. Their conversation and emotions are one big
mess, and while I doubt many real drunken nights get this
intense, it certainly doesn't ring false. For me, it felt
like those days when I suffered through many hours of those
university pub crawls they insist on having, where people
(especially those biology students!!!!) keep drinking and
drinking, and acting even less and less like people who would
go to a place of higher learning. At first, their antics are
pretty funny, then, slowly but surely, it gets old.....then
boring...... then painful to watch. Or perhaps a more accurate
personal example would be the end-of-summer employee party
for the restaurant where I worked. One girl hid away in the
bedroom and cried forever because of something to do with
a guy. Fights broke out. People became paranoid. Only now
do I realize that on that night I was the extra in a John
Cassevettes film, directed from beyond the grave. And in true
low-budget, homemade (and, possibly, uniquely Cassevettes)
style, my wages totaled to a hamburger and exasperation.
Exasperation,
because if you aren't fully committed to this material, it
doesn't seem to go anywhere. To be honest, there are many
dull stretches. And Cassevettes does not seem as interested
in creating fully developed characters as he is in improvisation,
at least not in this film. The lack of development shows in
many aspects of the storyline. I'm still totally bewildered
as to why Marley`s character suddenly decides to divorce his
wife, especially when it seems they get along fairly well,
in a strange but humorous way. Their first scene together
shows them in a very amiable light, joking about, gossiping,
laughing at the peculiar erotic dreams of a friend's husband,
etc. And then out of the blue, it seems, Marley demands a
divorce. What's going on here? Unless it's something as narrow,
selfish, and idealized as wanting perfect and instant gratification,
without adding other human beings into the equation. Why else
would Marley be fascinated by a call girl, who is "supposed"
to always be available? And his wife's fascination with the
Seymour Cassel character, a clearly hedonistic sort? This
film was made in the 60's, after all, when everyone was dipping
their toes into uncharted, uninhibited waters. And Faces seems
to be an intense, if extremely difficult, attempt to show
the ultimate emptiness of such a revolution. Watch the numerous
close-ups of the actors and try telling me these people are
truly happy, or honest, in their intentions. They all look
rather sullen and/or phony to me. They all look as if they
are lying to themselves, too immersed in alcohol and promises
of eventual happiness to ever become serious and reflective
about the choices they have made. I, for one, can't see the
joys of drinking and acting stupid every night, and praising
such a life, and, apparently, Cassevettes can't see it either.
Maybe there is a purpose to this film after all. How about
showing this to a willing teenager, ready for the fun, fun,
fun, of teenage partying, and see if she/he really wants to
become like these hopeless souls?
David
Macdonald
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