The same influences—shorter, snappier, more
stylized—extended to action films and dramas (Sidney Lumet's The
Morning After,
Bertrand Tavernier's 'Round Midnight) as well as comedies like Hollywood Shuffle and Down And Out In Beverly Hills. Obviously, not
everything was quick and punchy: Directors like Peter Weir (The Mosquito
Coast)
and Clint Eastwood (Heartbreak Ridge) still continued to
follow their personal muses more than their immediate eras.
Nonetheless, there was plenty of room for all
sorts of weird stories in 1986. It was a wildly diverse year, one that
simultaneously produced dark, stylish personality pieces like River's
Edge, Sid And Nancy, Manhunter, Down By Law, and The Hitcher, talky arthouse fare like
Woody Allen's Hannah And Her Sisters, and costume dramas like Lady
Jane
and the medieval murder mystery The Name Of The
Rose. It was the year America
first really noticed Merchant-Ivory films, thanks to the import A Room
With A View,
and the year it noticed John Woo, thanks to A Better Tomorrow. The same year saw Mickey
Rourke and Kim Basinger sexing each other up in
Adrian Lyne's tawdry, exploitative 9 1/2 Weeks, and Rick Moranis and Ellen Greene romancing each other
with rib-ticklingly silly Ashman and Menken songs in Little Shop Of
Horrors. It wasn't so much a year
without an identity as a year with an appealingly fractured identity, one
trying to be all things to all people, with all sorts of strange cultural
detritus piling up around the fracture lines between previously clear-cut
genres.
Finally, it's worth noting that 1986 was the year
a little startup computer-hardware company named Pixar put out a cute little
proof-of-concept computer-animation short called "Luxo, Jr."—starring the
little hopping-lamp character that still serves as the company logo. Everything
Pixar is began here.
Tasha Robinson's top five of 1986:
1. Made and released the same year, the
French saga comprised of Jean De Florette and Manon
Of The Spring tells one continuous story and is essentially one film, and a hell
of a film at that. Claude Berri's almost unbearably beautiful picture
(cinematography by Bruno Nuytten) etches out a morality play in which two
cunning French farmers contrive to deprive newly arrived city boy Gérard
Depardieu of the spring that feeds his land, hoping he'll go away and leave
them to snap up that land for themselves. Over the course of hours, the story
sprawls out into an epic of bad choices, poor excuses, and finely calculated
poetic comeuppances. It's Shakespearian tragedy in a luscious French setting,
with brilliant performances to set it all off.
2. David Lynch already had three films under his
belt in 1986 (Eraserhead, Dune, and The Elephant Man) but he truly launched his career in
professional weirdness with Blue Velvet, a dread-soaked, moody exploration of the secret horrors
lying in wait behind all those suburban picket fences and carefully groomed
lawns. Fresh off Dune, a young Kyle
MacLachlan kicks off the horror when he finds a severed ear in a field, and
follows a trail back to a grown-up world of death, sex, and violent games that
threaten to bridge the two.
3. Equally promising but nowhere near
as successful, director Tim Hunter peaked early with River's Edge. Had it come
a year later, he might have been derided as a Lynch follower, especially given
Dennis Hopper's iconic presence; as it is, River's Edge feels more
like a dark, bitter echo of early-'80s Brat-Packy angst-fest films like The
Breakfast Club and St. Elmo's Fire. A dark, creepy, pervasively
despairing examination of alienation among the young, River's Edge follows a
pack of high-schoolers (among them, Keanu Reeves and Crispin Glover) as they
apathetically react to the discovery that one of their number has killed his
girlfriend and left her body lying by the river. And yet the film has a
bitterly hilarious edge, delivered largely through baffled deadpan humor.
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4. Japanese animator Hayao Miyazaki
made more vivid, dynamic works later in his career with Princess Mononoke and Spirited
Away, but virtually none of his films have topped the sweet perfection
of Laputa: Castle In The Sky, a family adventure about two
children with a secret, on the run from pirates and kidnappers, heading toward
a mythical floating island. It's Miyazaki at his best, full of
not-quite-villains who show their kinder sides under pressure, and breathtaking
setpieces that send the protagonists plunging deep underground and soaring high
into the air, in a massive roller-coaster ride that doubles as a gentle love
story.
5. Jim Jarmusch continued to redefine
independent cinema throughout the decade, with 1984's Stranger Than Paradise and 1989's Mystery
Train bookending 1986's Down By Law, a low-key
existential character study in which Tom Waits, John Lurie, and Roberto Benigni
escape from a Louisiana prison, clinging together out of various shared needs,
pushing each other away out of frustration and prickly irritation. It's less a
narrative film than a beautifully shot cinematic poem—about Louisiana,
about companionship, and about physical, personal, emotional, and even
linguistic barriers.
Sleepers:
True Stories: This
bizarre-but-enjoyable travelogue about a fictional Texas town—written by,
directed by, and starring Talking Heads' David Byrne—is a must-see, if
only for Byrne's straight-faced performance as the traveling narrator, and his
weirdly quotable dialogue. Okay, that and all the Talking Heads music. And Jo
Harvey Allen as a bubbly self-proclaimed psychic who explains that her powers come
from the tail she was born with, which was surgically removed and stored in the
medicine cabinet. In a way, True Stories sums up everything of interest
in '80s cinema: quirk, of an unpredictable, accessible, but oddly personal
kind.
Something Wild: Jonathan
Demme's prototypical into-the-night
movie reads as a shadow of 1985's After Hours and Into
The Night, but it has its own charms, largely in the form of Melanie
Griffith's trashy-trixie character.
She's Gotta Have It: Spike Lee's debut feature film earned praise as a turning point in black cinema and independent film–but while it was well-received by critics at the time, the biggest praise came after he made a huge splash three years later with Do The Right Thing, and moviegoers took a step back to look at his previous works. His first feature sums up a lot of the wonderful things about his work–keen observation, stylistic daring, the ability to do a lot on a little budget–as well as some of his most infuriating flaws, particularly his penchant for putting himself into his own films, as the most caricatured and irritating character. But while it's raw and amateurish compared to his later polish, and his Mars Blackmon character really needs to be smacked around the block, it's still an exciting and innovative character study, and a worthy entrance to the field for Lee.
When
The Wind Blows: This terminally sad
little animated British import looks like it was made on the cheap, but the
voice characterizations are so perfect, and the proceedings are so touching
that it's hard to fault it. A heartbreaking anti-war film in the spirit of
1988's Grave Of The Fireflies, When The Wind Blows follows two trusting
British country types as they dutifully follow their country's instructions and
prepare first for a nuclear war they can't begin to understand, and then for
their own slow deaths, which they similarly don't comprehend.
Labyrinth: Almost the dictionary
definition of a sleeper, Jim Henson's puppet-filled fantasia, led by a young
Jennifer Connelly and a prancing David Bowie in very tight pants, flopped at
the box office, found a cult fandom at home, and steadily crawled upward from
curiosity to classic.
More notable films from 1986:
Top Gun: It's hardly
fair to dismiss the year's top-grossing movie ($176 million, according to the
IMDB, and that's in 1986 money) with a hand-wave and a grunt, and yet that's
pretty much how I feel about it. I can see why people love it, but it does
nothing for me.
The Color Of Money: What's way
more fun than Tom Cruise in a jet plane? Tom Cruise in a pool hall alongside
Paul Newman, in a Martin Scorsese film about an old hustler teaching a young
hustler the ropes.
Ruthless People: Another
box-office top-tenner for the year, and one I can't really defend critically,
but I still have a soft spot in my heart for it. One of the last times I
actually enjoyed either Danny DeVito or Bette Midler in a movie. I think it's
the Keanu Reeves effect: They aren't necessarily better here than they are
elsewhere, but they're so perfectly cast, it passes for quality.
Hoosiers: One of the
last underdog-sports films to really capture me, back before I became
heartless, cynical, and really tired of the formula.
Peggy
Sue Got Married: Having a
hard time understanding what Francis Ford Coppola is getting at with his new Youth
Without Youth?
You could do worse than approach the same ideas from a different direction with
Coppola's dramedy about an unhappy housewife (Kathleen Turner) who faints at 43
and wakes up young and caught up in her own past, where she has a chance to
make different life choices than she made the first time around.
Stand
By Me:
One of the more acclaimed (and least gory) Stephen King adaptations on the
market, Stand By Me features a group of kids—including Corey Feldman, River
Phoenix, and Star Trek: The Next Generation's Wil Wheaton—on a
coming-of-age/bonding trip to see a supposed dead body. Also, there are
crotch-leeches and an evil Kiefer Sutherland. It's overrated, as far as I'm
concerned, but it beats King's other big 1986 project, the trucks-gone-wild
horror film Maximum Overdrive.
Still unseen:
I'd feel guiltier about having never
seen Oliver Stone's Best Picture winner Platoon a) if I
didn't feel like I've seen enough Vietnam films to last me the rest of my life,
and b) if I'd mentioned this fact to anyone over the past couple of weeks
without getting the immediate response "You aren't missing anything." It made a
lot of money and it earned a lot of status, but all the cinephiles around me
seem to find it overblown and unworthy. I feel worse about having never seen Ross
McElwee's Sherman's March, even though the prospect of a
157-minute documentary, half about the Civil War, half about McElwee's
girlfriend dumping him, fills me with a vague sad dread, no matter how terrific
Scott Tobias tells me it is. I've somehow perpetually managed to miss My
Beautiful Laundrette (even though I'm told Daniel Day Lewis has never
been in a bad film) and Roland Joffé's star-studded Best Picture nominee The
Mission. Less shaming but still fairly iconic, and on the someday list:
Troma's Class Of Nuke 'Em High. Finally, in keeping with my ongoing
need to catch up on Federico Fellini, I've missed Ginger & Fred.
Runners-up:
Of all the years I researched around
the 1940s, the one that stood out most was 1940 itself, the
year of The Philadelphia Story, His Girl Friday (oh, that
rat-a-tat dialogue…) Rebecca, Foreign Correspondent, Fantasia, Pinocchio, The Bank
Dick, Gaslight, My Little Chickadee, Our Town, and The
Great McGinty. But in the end, I just didn't feel like I'd seen enough of the
minor films of the era to pull it off. And if Noel hadn't already tackled 1974,
I would have happily ditched the '80s in favor of 1975: Jaws, Dog Day
Afternoon, Nashville, Picnic At Hanging Rock, One Flew
Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Love And Death, Three
Days Of The Condor, Tommy… Still. I can live with 1986. It made me happy
enough as a filmgoer the first time through. No reason I shouldn't stand by it
in return.
Tune
in next week for My Favorite Movie Year's final installment: Scott Tobias on
1955.
And in past installments:
Noel Murray's thoughts on 1974.
Keith
Phipps' thoughts on 1967.
Nathan
Rabin's thoughts on 1994.
