films: dog day afternoon (curzon)
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Films: Dog Day Afternoon (Curzon)Review by: Robert JohnstoneFortnight, No. 133 (Sep. 24, 1976), p. 18Published by: Fortnight Publications Ltd.Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/25545975 .
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18/FORTNIGHT
Hostage and Oh What A Lovely War, if it
could get the backing for a big production with chorus and lots more room for
bicycling ?they can scarcely get going at all
in the tiny King's Head. I hope it does. It's
the most thoughtful and deeply felt play about the troubles I've seen yet. It's great
fun, but it hurts.
Tom Hadden
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OCTAGON GALLERY There could scarcely be two more different
artists than those whose work is being shown now in the Octagon and Bell Galleries
?the one of a most delicate imagination and the other sharp, brusque.
William Collins, who has the exhibition at
the Octagon, is a visionary, searching after
the elusive, and sometimes it seems
illusionary; images and tones float, emerge
increasingly as one gazes. Something that
seems to be a narrow spread of grey or black
reveals when looked at from a certain
distance a surprising flush of rose or violet, a
seemingly empty space opens on concentric
vistas. And most surprising of all there is no
sensation of teasing in all this; it is curiously,
deeply satisfying. It could be claimed it is something novel in
optical illusion that he achieves in such a
painting as Secret Love (No 5), where the
slender bars serve as a window giving a view
of a domed vista with a hint of spire or
steeple, the bars at their upper reaches
suffused with pink. A colour scale of violet on purple ?so faint ?is employed like
something dreamed and outside the artist's
contrivance. In the first of the New Lough
Image pictures a similar method is
employed, the narrow rods here arched out
and the spire a red cone at the heart of
silvered expanse. The device is exploited
variously in other pictures, each exploration
bringing a new freshness. These paintings are all acrylic on canvas; he uses acrylic on
paper for more obvious landscape and
scenic effects. He also has a number of
monoprints, a series of Landscape Images is
notable for the mosaic texturing of the
foreground. The more spare the structure
the more impressive is the impact; one of
the most memorable, Double Mirage Image consists of two identical cone shapes placed either side of a central taller one. It is a
beautifully spaced composition of rich blue on blue.
+ + + + + +
BELL GALLERY At the Bell Gallery there is a collection of
landscapes by Markey in the heavy formalised pattern and dense colour that he
has often favoured! The ingredients are the
familiar ones of white cottages, shawled
figures, stark trees and hills bereft of detail
or individuality. What he offers is a
simplification of landscape and person so
that even the most crowded picture conveys a sense of desolation, of emptiness. It is a
harsh, uncompromising view which
sometimes conveys a feeling of doom, as in
one painting where a crowd of women are
gathered on a shore looking on a fleet of
sailing vessels; they could be sisters of
Synge's women in Riders to the Sea, their
waiting could have less sinister implications, but it is a dark and disturbing picture.
Even when he introduces a brilliant flash
of colour the mood remains melancholy, forlorn. A sharp green that slashes across a
canvas adds harshness, a flash of red
menaces. There is little modulation in colour
or sophistication in the composition; it is
elemental.
Ray Rosenfield
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DOG DAY AFTERNOON (Curzon)
Because of publication dates Dog Day Afternoon slipped through my fingers first
time round, but happily it's at the Curzon
this week, and I'd rather talk about it than
Linda Lovelace for President or even To the
Devil a Daughter. It's based on the true but astonishingly
bizarre story of Sonny who, with two ac
complices, attempted the relatively simple task of robbing a New York bank and ended
up holding the staff hostage in an
improvised siege (the idea was suggested to
him by the police) during which he became
a TV personality and a hero for radical
homosexuals, transvestites and transexuals.
The robbery was to pay for a sex-change
operation for Sonny's "wife" (to whom he
was married by a priest). Sonny also
had ?indeed still has?a fat neurotic female
wife and three children living in a cramped
apartment on welfare. I found it intriguing to
watch a film about an event which I'd seen
on the news only four years ago.
Serpico, which I maintain is one of
Lumet's best films, is also based on a true
story. There, the apparently inevitable reality of colour film might make the hero seem
more trendy than necessary. In Dog Day the
humid garishness of technicolor, slightly more than real, perfectly sets the scene for
sweltering midsummer madness.
It is an absurdist comedy of doomed
incompetents struggling to escape from the
hopeless urban nightmare. The prologue,
appropriately to frenetic rock music, moves
through New York, past seedy docks, tennis
players, workmen digging holes in untidy streets. The robbers are not amoral
monsters but morally confused citizens.
Sonny, frantically trying to be efficient and
control the situation (for once), fumbles
with his gun, is constantly deflated and
distracted by the mundane, like a cashier
who wants to go to the toiler, or the security
guard who collapses with asthma. (Sonny is
shocked at the stupidity of employing such a
harmless guard.) Sal (John Cazale) berates a
cashier for defiling the "temple" of her body
by smoking, but clearly has a suicide pact
with Sonny. The police are just as confused, as is the
TV company which unwittingly turns Sonny into a personality. No one has a clear moral
or even logistical grasp of what's going on.
This is very funny, with everyone
desperately serious as they pursue their
folly, but it is also humane. Sonny is
undoubtedly a selfish idiot but we can
sympathise with him even when he screams
his catch-phrase "We're dying in here", for
that is to pose the moral question that
no-one can answer. This doesn'tdetractfrom
our sympathy for the regular police. In
comparison the highly efficient FBI are
treated as distinctly sinister. They ask no
moral questions: they're only interested in
efficiency, and they win.
The film is reminiscent of Lumet's
fictional The Anderson Tapes. Both, like
Murder on the Orient Express or Lumet's
very first feature Twelve Angry Men, deal
with intense dramas played out in confined
areas. Even the acting credits are put into
compartments of "The Bank", "The
Street", "The Law", and Lumet clearly sees
society as a series of interlocked and
clashing forces which trap individuals, and
out of which they can make no sense.
The Academy Awards people thought this was one of the best two or three films of
1975. I agree. Al Pacino is remarkable
among many totally convincing and alive
performances. The images of the scary
freaks, the militant gays for whom Sonny is
a hero, or of Leon (Chris Sarandon),
Sonny's "wife", who's escorted to the siege like an exotic and rare animal, are very
potent. They are images of people twisted
by society into ridiculous postures, but who
gain dignity when they insist on their right to
play the roles they're given. If you've missed it before, don't miss it a
second time.
Robert Johnstone
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