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Friday, August 22, 2014

Raw Deal

Wedged between high profile box office hits Commando (1985) and Predator (1987), Raw Deal (1986) has become something of a forgotten movie in Arnold Schwarzenegger’s career. It was a gritty crime story made at a time when the action star could seemingly do no wrong with every movie doing well at the box office. Not so with Raw Deal, which barely made a profit in comparison to action movie rival Sylvester Stallone and his own crime movie Cobra (1986), which was a huge hit. Both were hyper-violent movies with a large body count, but Raw Deal was a little too generic, a little too formulaic despite Schwarzenegger’s trademark humor. Or maybe audiences couldn’t buy an Austrian bodybuilder infiltrating his way into the Italian mafia.

When a mob witness and the FBI agents protecting him are brutally murdered by an efficient team of mafia hitmen from the Patrovita family, Harry Shannon (Darren McGavin), the father of one of the men killed, seeks out an old friend, Mark Kaminsky (Arnold Schwarzenegger). He’s a disgraced ex-FBI agent now sheriff of a small town who spends his time catching speeders and arguing with his drunk wife (Blanche Baker). When she hurls a freshly baked cake (with the word, “shit” scrawled on it no less) at him, he merely dodges it and replies dryly, “You should not drink and bake,” in what is possible the worst line ever uttered in a Schwarzenegger movie. You have to give credit to the screenwriters – Gary DeVore and Norman Wexler – for actually trying to give Schwarzenegger’s character some semblance of a backstory and actual conflict in the form of marital strife.

Mark meets with Harry who tells him of his desire of revenge for his son’s death. He asks Mark to go undercover in the Patrovita organization and destroy it from within. In exchange, Harry will pull some strings to get Mark reinstated as an FBI agent. Putting up Schwarzenegger against an old pro like Darren McGavin was probably not a good idea as it only highlights his lack of acting skills. McGavin is quite good as the grieving father determined to take down Patrovita at any cost. So, Mark fakes his own death and Harry sets him up with a new identity – Joseph P. Brenner from Miami (?!) – and bankrolls the clandestine operation.


Mark goes about getting noticed by the Patrovita organization in typical Schwarzenegger fashion – by breaking up a crooked gambling operation run by a rival mob outfit led by Martin Lamanski (Steven Hill). There’s something almost comforting about the movie’s paint-by-numbers action sequences that wouldn’t look out of place in an episode of The A-Team and are filmed and edited so cleanly that we always know what’s going on as Mark busts some heads and then drives a truck into the joint.

Watching Arnold Schwarzenegger work a room in Raw Deal is amusing and fascinating because he walks so stiffly, like he’s an alien trying to act like a normal human being. Even his line deliveries are robotic in nature, but you have to give him an A for effort. He is obviously more comfortable in the action sequences where he gets to beat guys up while dispensing quips. And that is part of Schwarzenegger’s charm. Admittedly, there is something inherently silly about him managing to infiltrate the mob by merely slicking back his hair and wearing expensive suits, but let’s face it, with every one of his movies you have to suspend your sense of disbelief. However, Raw Deal’s premise pushes it perhaps too much – hence its disappointing box office returns. Audiences just weren’t buying him in this role.

The script clumsily attempts a romance between Mark and Monique (Kathryn Harrold), a beautiful gambler, that results in our hero passing out before he gets anywhere with her in bed. Of course, it’s all a ruse because Mark is still loyal to his wife and Monique is spying on him for Max Keller (Robert Davi), the right-hand man to Patrovita’s (Sam Wanamaker) top enforcer Paulo Rocca (Paul Shenar). Poor Kathryn Harrold is saddled with the thankless gangster moll role, but gets a bit of a backstory with Monique’s gambling problem and actually helps Mark out in a scene where a bunch of Lamanski’s goons try to work him over. She gets in a few shots instead of being a helpless damsel in distress. God bless her, Harrold gives it all she has and really sells the mundane dialogue as best she can.


The always interesting to watch Robert Davi shows up as a thug who puts on classy airs, but is supposed to be showing Mark the ropes even though he’d rather hang him by them. Davi is one of those guys that exudes an authentic tough guy vibe and he gives his scenes with Schwarzenegger a palpable sense of menace. Maybe I’ve seen him playing a good guy in too many episodes of Law & Order, but I just couldn’t buy Steven Hill as a rival mob boss. He looks too frail and out of place among the gangsters. He also doesn’t get much to do and the scenes he has are unconvincing.

Another problem with Raw Deal is that it doesn’t have a bad guy who provides a credible threat to Schwarzenegger’s character. Commando had a memorable villain in the crazed Bennett, played with over-the-top gusto by Vernon Wells (The Road Warrior), and Predator had a nearly invisible alien picking off the movie’s team of badass protagonists in deadly efficient fashion. In comparison, Raw Deal has Sam Wanamaker’s blustery mob boss who doesn’t do much but yell at his underlings and wastes Paul Shenar (Scarface) as an ineffectual right-hand man. I had hopes that Robert Davi would step up get a chance to go toe-to-toe with Schwarzenegger at the movie’s climax, but his character is dispatched partway through and his absence leaves a sizable void that is never filled.

Not surprisingly, Raw Deal was savaged by critics. Roger Ebert gave the film one-and-a-half stars and wrote, “It replaces absolutely everything – plot, dialogue, character, logic, sanity, plausibility, art, taste and style – with a fetish for nonstop action.” In his review for The New York Times, Vincent Canby wrote, “Though the language is vulgar, the macho posturing absurd and some of the plotting inscrutable, Raw Deal has a kind of seemliness to it.” The Los Angeles Times’ Sheila Benson wrote, “Actually, it’s the audience who needs the sympathy; Schwarzenegger seems faintly bemused but game for the script’s most howling excesses; he simply lowers his head and gets on with the action.” Finally, Gene Siskel gave the film one star and wrote, “How can you screw up an Arnold Schwarzenegger action picture? All you have to do is give the guy a gun and tell him to shoot.”


In some respects, Raw Deal is reminiscent of the television show Wiseguy, which also featured a cop going undercover to fight crime, only way more violent and not as well written or acted. What saves it from being a total waste of time is the perverse, dare I say cheeky, sense of humor occasionally at work, like when Mark casually takes out one of Patrovita’s gravel pits full of anonymous flunkies with “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction” by the Rolling Stones blasting on the soundtrack. Naturally, the highlight of Raw Deal is its climax when Schwarzenegger goes into killing machine mode, transforming into a one-man-army as he take out a room full of on Patrovita’s men.


Raw Deal is one of those ‘80s action movies that you don’t have to think too hard about (or at all), but just enjoy it for what it is – a competently made genre piece with car chases and shoot-outs. And so this movie was considered a hiccup in an otherwise successful run of movies in the ‘80s for Schwarzenegger as he went on to make Predator and a string of other very successful efforts, continuing his cinematic competition with Stallone. Raw Deal tends to be a forgotten movie in Schwarzenegger’s career and watching it again only reinforces why this is the case.

Friday, October 12, 2012

The Night Stalker


The made-for-television movie The Night Stalker first aired on ABC on January 11, 1972. Adapted from Jeff Rice’s then unpublished novel The Kolchak Papers by legendary writer Richard Matheson, it featured an investigative reporter by the name of Carl Kolchak (Darren McGavin), who covered a distinctly different beat — a supernatural one. The ratings were so strong for the movie that another one was made, entitled The Night Strangler (1973). It too was a hit and this led to a short-lived T.V. series that ran from 1974 to 1975. With varying degrees of quality from episode to episode, the show failed to catch on but it already planted the seeds in the minds of several creative talents that would bloom later on in the form of shows like The X-Files and Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

The movie begins with an enticing teaser as Kolchak listens to an audio recording of himself recounting the tale we’re about to see – “one of the greatest manhunts in history” and whose facts have been “suppressed in a massive effort to save certain political careers from disaster and law enforcement officials from embarrassment.” His narration continues with the tantalizing final thought, “Try to tell yourself, wherever you may be. It couldn’t happen here.”

A woman is brutally attacked in an alleyway and we never get a good look at the assailant. He doesn’t say anything, just growls like an animal. Kolchak works for the Daily News in Las Vegas. He’s currently investigating the murders of several young women who have all been strangled and seem to have mysteriously lost a lot of blood. He checks his usual sources and doesn’t find too much out of the ordinary except for the huge blood loss. However, as the murders continue, he discovers a few similarities. The deeper he digs the more resistance he gets from the police and his long-suffering editor, Tony Vincenzo (Simon Oakland). Kolchak soon discovers that the killer possesses supernatural strength and may in fact be a vampire (Barry Atwater), which doesn’t sit well with the powers that be. They tell him to drop the story but of course this only encourages him to continue on.

Darren McGavin is fantastic as Kolchak, a man dedicated to uncovering the truth. He brings just the right blend of jaded cynicism and a wry sense of sarcastic humor (“What do you want, a testimony for Count Dracula?” he quips at one point). He delights in verbally sparring with the grumpy Vincenzo and their scenes together give the film moments of welcome levity. Kolchak thinks he’s seen it all, until this new case presents him with a series of baffling clues that don’t seem to make sense until he tries thinking outside the box as it were. There are also hints at a troubled past, a maverick reporter fired multiple times from newspapers all over the country, who has “become extinct in his own lifetime,” as he dejectedly muses at one point. Kolchak doesn’t have too many chances left – in fact, this may be his last try at regaining respectability.

Fans of character actors will delight in spotting several of them populating key roles in The Night Stalker. There’s Larry Linville (Frank Burns on MASH) as a young coroner, Ralph Meeker (Kiss Me Deadly) as Kolchak’s FBI buddy, Elisha Cook Jr. (The Killing) as a gambler and one of Kolchak’s contacts, and Claude Akins (The Killers) playing a sheriff who barely tolerates Kolchak’s presence. It is a lot of fun to watch these seasoned pros bounce off of McGavin’s scrappy journalist.

Richard Matheson’s smart, witty script for The Night Stalker starts off in the tradition of cop/detective shows like Kojak with a very standard structure. This includes Kolchak’s narration that is chock full of wry observations sprinkled among “just-the-facts” hard-boiled gems, like when he describes the function of a journalist in society: “Socially, he fits in somewhere between a hooker and a bartender. Spiritually, he stands behind Galileo because he knows the world is round. Not that it does much good, of course, when his editor knows it’s flat.” This is only window dressing for what is to come: a gripping horror story very much in the style of a murder mystery. The horror elements kick in after the first 23 minutes when we finally get a good close-up of the killer’s eyes – bloodshot and piercing. No matter how fantastic things get, however, the cop show aesthetic always keeps the movie grounded in realism.

The setting of Las Vegas is an apt metaphor for vampirism. The city sucks people’s money away like a vampire drains their blood. It is an ideal feeding ground as gamblers sleep all day and gamble all night and indoors. In a way, they act like vampires. Seeing Vegas as it was in the 1970s is like visiting a by-gone era where the world, make-up and special effects were all achieved in-camera — no CGI, which makes it all the more tactile and real. This is due in large part to John Llewellyn Moxey’s solid direction. For example, the vampire’s assault on a hospital’s blood bank is impressively staged as he takes on several orderlies and the police with Kolchak taking photographs of the killer’s daring escape. This is topped by a second action sequence where the vampire takes on four cops. There’s a great money shot when the police have pumped the vampire full of lead and think they finally have taken him down but he just looks up, a ragged scratch along his forehead. He gives them an intensely scary look with those bloodshot eyes, which Moxey zooms in on for maximum effect. He then proceeds to hop a fence and take off despite being shot repeatedly. Moxey also has a good eye for detail, like the vampire’s lair, which is appropriately dark and moody, resembling that of a run-down flophouse with trash strewn everywhere. It is the lack of disregard for the place that makes it look even spookier.

Jeff Rice had always wanted to write a vampire story and author a tale set in Las Vegas. He merged these two ideas together for a novel entitled The Kolchak Papers. However, not many publishers were interested in buying the manuscript. Fortunately, agent Rick Ray read it and felt that it would make a good movie. The ABC television network bought the rights and honcho Barry Diller picked Richard Matheson to adapt Rice’s then-unpublished novel. It was a smart move on Diller’s part as Matheson wrote one of the quintessential vampire novels, I Am Legend. He was also a regular contributor to the original incarnation of the popular genre T.V. show The Twilight Zone. As faithful as Matheson was to the source material, he did tweak the character of Kolchak who was then given an additional spin with McGavin’s iconic take. During filming, Matheson was unavailable to do rewrites and so Rice took over at producer Dan Curtis’ request and actually put material from his novel back into the screenplay.

When The Night Stalker aired, it pulled an impressive 33.2 rating (percentage of American households) and a 54 share (percentage of sets in use during that time slot) – unprecedented for a T.V. movie back then and even today. Kolchak’s legacy can be felt in all kinds of supernatural TV shows, from The X-Files (of which its creator, Chris Carter has openly acknowledged as the primary influence) and Angel, with its blending of the detective and horror genres. The movie is scary, yet has a good sense of humor, with a something-goes-bump-in-the-night horror story vibe that works as well today as they did back then. Just remember the insightful comments of Kolchak at the end of The Night Stalker, “And try to tell yourself, wherever you may be: in the quiet of your home, in the safety of your bed, try to tell yourself, it couldn't happen here.”

NOTE: Check out this wonderful blog dedicated to all things Kolchak.