Friday, June 21, 2013

Cult Movie Review: Somewhere in Time (1980)


Very often, it seems that science fiction films are designed and mounted with a hard technological edge. It's easy to detect why this is so, and I imply no criticism of the fact.  Part of the genre's bailiwick is the innovation of new tools and hardware, to carry us into space, through time, or just improve day-to-day existence here on earth.

Understandably, the specific visual nature of the cinema offers the perfect opportunity to showcase state-of-the-art special effects, fancy modern vehicles, bizarre costumes and colorful flourishes. And the movie -- a medium primarily of action and movement (hence the descriptor "moving pictures") -- also lends itself organically to physical conflict: car chases, fisticuffs, sword-fights and the like.

Yet the upshot of this fact is that it's much easier to imagine a science fiction film about laser swords, superheroes, and transforming robot armies than one authentically about the mysteries of the human heart. A reliance on instrumentation (the camera) results to a large degree in a genre medium about instrumentation (batmobiles, HAL, atom bombs, etc.)

By explicit contrast, stories of the heart are always more difficult to dramatize...and downright chancy. The looming danger in crafting a truly emotional and romantic genre film is that by necessity it appeals to the emotions, not the intellect. 


And, well, some hearts are irrevocably...cold.

To the cynical, mocking ear, sweet nothings and other deeply-held admissions of romantic affection -- shared between gazing and swooning lovers -- can sound alarmingly purple in perfectly-tuned stereo. These days, we love to say that such things are "campy" or "corny" if they make a direct appeal to the heart. Witness the backlash against Titanic (1997). Recall the accusing, snickering, pointed-fingers over Anakin's "sand" speech to Amidala in Attack of the Clones (2002). These days, it's so much easier to blow-up romantic leads like Maggie Gyllenhaal in The Dark Knight (2008) than to write heartfelt romantic dialogue for them.

Why is this so? A couple reasons. But when it comes down to it, it may be this: love is a deeply personal thing, isn't it? An emotion shared between two; one not easily transmitted between the masses via a technological medium. Film, after all, is homogenized, collaborative...technical. As an audience -- as a mob even -- we are primed to laugh, shriek and gasp. But not necessarily, to open ourselves up; to peel away our defenses.

Yet by the same token, who can truly deny that the best movies in history -- like real love itself --transcend such barriers of the medium and seem...magical. How intellectual, for instance, is "chemistry" between two actors? How is that chemical relationship quantified in scientific terms? Film records it; film registers it; film captures it. But people (the actors involved) make it happen. Sometimes between the lines.



I raise this meditation on love and film in regards to Somewhere in Time (1980), the romantic film based on Richard Matheson's 1975 novel Bid Time Return

The premise is simply that a lonely, empty man, a writer named Richard Collier (Christopher Reeve) falls in love with a photograph of a radiant, long-dead stage actress, Elise, McKenna (Jane Seymour). He becomes so consumed with her gorgeous, winsome image, in fact, that he actually hypnotizes himself into time traveling from 1980 to 1912...to court her.

In other words, this science-fiction film is one romantic notion constructed upon another romantic notion, constructed upon another one. For some viewers in today's caustic pop culture, perhaps this is simply too much to accept.
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Gazing across the vast swath of time travel films, the queue is replete with efforts that boast epic, earth-shattering concerns. 


What if the time traveler changes our past? 

What if history is altered? 

What if one action in the past changes everything that we have come to know? 

Indeed, this is the beauty, opportunity, and terrain of time travel films as a format.

Yet, Somewhere in Time differentiates itself from the temporal pack by brushing aside such cosmic concerns. Here we are simply drawn into another life; another world....all because of love. 

There are no explicit conversations in the film about paradoxes, about time machines, or about any of the time travel boilerplate we've come to expect from the sub-genre. Rather, this film asks us to ponder a love so powerful, so out of-the-ordinary, that it goes beyond the veil of our reality. This element imbues Somewhere in Time with some sense of the spiritual; of the longing for the impossible in our everyday lives.

A lush, impossibly affecting score from John Barry serves as our constant companion on this voyage to the distant world of 1912. The setting, a picturesque Grand Hotel, is romantic in and of itself, and the time period -- the last age of innocence and simplicity before the first "technological" war (World War I) -- also evokes feelings of innocence, simplicity and lyricism. It is a world without e-mail, social media, or television. Without cell phones or other modern distractions. 


Against this backdrop, a man of the present and a woman of the past fall in love before our eyes. And this is where you either accept the story the film wants to vet; or you denounce it as cheesy and corny.

And of course, some romance literature and film is legitimately cheesy. But that's because it's done poorly. I don't believe that's the case with Somewhere in Time

Specifically, director Jeannot Szwarc has crafted his film with a subtle sense of visual classicism. Many of his compositions, particularly one involving the lovers, a lighthouse, the ocean and a beached rowboat, evoke real paintings from the film's historical era. 

For another thing, Szwarc marshals his camera in a stately, anticipatory way. 



Anyone who has been separated from a lover for some length of time will know what I suggest by this. Just watch the scene (and camera work) involving Collier's first "real" view of Elise in 1912. 

We initially catch a glimpse of her in long shot -- in the reflection of a window-pane -- and then, as Collier pivots, we cut to this beautiful and stately moving shot -- over the landscape -- as an eclipsed female figure comes slowly into view, the sea roiling behind her. The build-up is deliberate and glorious, and if you've known love, you get it. If not...you're reading the wrong review.

After this, we're into the meat of a star-crossed love story. It's well-written, but what we're ultimately left with here is a rousing soundtrack augmenting the unexpected yet genuine chemistry between the two leads. The late Christopher Reeve is at his goofy, innocent, sweet-hearted best. He was always wonderful and charming playing the fish-out-of-water, the man slightly out-of-step with his time...and such is true here. 


And Seymour, an ethereal, distant beauty, melts slowly and methodically, until she delivers a rousing, theatrical monologue about love that is likely a high point for the actress in the film, and in a career to boot. 

Again, if you think it's cheesy, just consider the venue (the stage) on which this soliloquy is presented. 

Once more, Szwarc has done something more than modestly clever regarding staging.  He has provided a jaded 1980s audience with an old-fashioned pronouncement of love, but through the appropriate artifice of the 1912 stage. Seen in that light, everything is as it should be.

I have concentrated in this review mostly on the romantic aspects of Somewhere in Time, and yet, in a sense that focus also does the film a disservice. Dig deeply into this movie, and you will find that it is teeming with ambiguities. 

For instance, ask yourself, where does the gold watch come from, originally? 

As the film opens in 1972, an elderly Elise McKenna gives a watch to young Richard Collier. She says the words "come back to me." After Collier has obliged, and traveled back to 1912, he gives the gold watch to Elise...so she can one day again give it to him. It's a mind-bender, because the watch seems to originate...nowhere.  This idea is known in science fiction circles as the Grandfather Paradox.

Ask yourself too, what is the real role of Christopher Plummer's character, Robinson? He claims to know who Collier really is; and argues that Collier will "destroy" McKenna. 

In a sense, that's exactly what happens: when Collier is yanked back into the present, leaving McKenna behind...her career is ruined; she's depressed and lost. She never recovers.

So the question becomes: is Robinson a fellow time traveler (perhaps another man who has fallen in love with that photo of Elise?) or is he merely a worried theater agent, fretting about his meal ticket? 

To its credit, Somewhere in Time makes absolutely no comment on this debate; it lets you sift through the clues and arrive at your own conclusion.  Yet this is undeniably a facet of the film, an element to discuss and debate.

I remember when Somewhere in Time was first released, critics seemed to have a big problem with the idea that Collier had hypnotized himself into traveling through time. But today, after having read so much about quantum physics, I wonder why it is that we so readily accept the idea that a machine could do it but our brains can't. 


I mean, a time machine is always invented by the human brain in film, isn't it? 

Our mental abilities are the root creative force in both instances. But I very much like the idea here that it is the brain -- the dedicated, passionate, individual human brain --  that makes the leap without benefit of hardware or instrumentation.

If you've ever been in love, you feel like you can move mountains with your bare hands. 

So why not time travel too?

7 comments:

  1. Anonymous8:41 AM

    Here, here.

    I saw this first when I was a child and I thought it was beautiful then. I still do. 'Nuff said.

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  2. Still underrated. Don't understand why it never gets it's just due.

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  3. John, perfect review. Somewhere In Time is truly a Twilight Zone time travel story that needs no Delorean to succeed.

    SGB

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  4. I thought it was a decent film. Much like the poster though, there is a quiet sparseness about it that provides some quality breathing room and a chance to linger on the setting that is absent in most contemporary movies even of the romantic kind.

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  5. There's a Leslie Howard film from 1933 called Berkley Square with the same premise, a guy who wills himself back into the past, but they take "don't alter the past" seriously and it has some surprising ramifications.

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berkeley_Square_(film)

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  6. Director Jeannot Szwarc directed episodes of Rod Serling's Night Gallery.

    SGB

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  7. Great review of beautiful film. Jeannot Szwarc is a somewhat underrated director. He did a nice job filling stepping in some huge footsteps for "Jaws 2", and I must confess to being a fan of "Supergirl" (1984). He also directed a bizarre ecological horror flick "Bug" (1975). I have no idea how it would play now, but it scared the crap out of me as a kid at the drive-in.

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