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Who’s That Knocking at My Door

Review No. 456

“Who’s That Knocking” this classic?


Directed by: Martin Scorsese
Written by: Martin Scorsese
Additional Dialogue by: Betzi Manoogian
J.R.: Harvey Keitel
The Girl: Zina Bethune
Also Starring: Ann Collette, Harry Northup

Distributed by Joseph Brenner Associates on September 8, 1968. Produced in English by the United States. Runs 90 mins. Rated R by the MPAA–mature themes, violence, nudity, language, infrequent sexual situations.

Who’s That Knocking at My Door was watched on March 27, 2013.

“Well, I’m not used to admitting I like Westerns.” –the girl (Zina Bethune)

I’ve come to notice, recently, that a director’s feature debut rarely represents his or her later work. This isn’t the case with Martin Scorsese. We look at his filmography and notice that a number of the films are all different, but essentially the same.

Many of his films are hardboiled, upbeat, nostalgic dramas; we’re given a likable, male lead and then shown how leading a double-life makes him so easily lose his touch with his surroundings. If you don’t believe me, take a look at Mean Streets, Taxi Driver, Raging Bull, GoodFellas, and The Aviator. And, of course, Who’s That Knocking at My Door , the overlooked masterpiece that heads the list.

Who’s That Knocking at My Door centers on J.R. (Harvey Keitel) and an unnamed woman (Zina Bethune) with whom he falls in love the moment their eyes meet. She’s trying to remain unnoticed as she reads a French magazine in a café, despite not knowing a word of French. He approaches her and points out a still of John Wayne in the magazine, leading them to discuss The Searchers. It’s a casual, genuine conversation that makes the couple as lovably amusing to us as they are to each other.

But once J.R. has taken her to his apartment, he finds that he’s hiding something from her. He’s unemployed; he’s a Catholic Italian-American in NYC; he’s taking her money behind her back when he needs it; he’s constantly warning her not to touch his belongings; and yet he has limited spare time with her. Considering the director, a crime aficionado, it may seem obvious that he’s a Mafia member, but it’s shockingly nothing all that obvious.

I thoroughly enjoyed Who’s That Knocking at My Door, and although it’s not as easily recognizable as the director’s later work, it’s a work of genius. The film was independently produced on a minimal budget; it was limited to, most namely, black-and-white footage and lesser known players (this was Keitel’s first appearance on film). Yet the cinematography and performances still manage to greatly enhance whatever J.R. and “the girl” are feeling. Who’s That Knocking at My Door is an authentic psychodrama seen subtly through two pairs of eyes.

Postscript: The film was first released to the Chicago International Film Festival in 1967 as “I Call First”. In 1968, it adopted its most common title, “Who’s That Knocking at My Door”, for its New York premiere. In 1970, a handful of countries overseas began using another alternate title, “J.R.” Regardless, it’s the same movie, and it’s highly recommended.

A PLUS

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2001: A Space Odyssey

Review No. 427

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The Bottom Line: Forty-five years later and it’s still mind-blowing.

Directed by: Stanley Kubrick
Screenplay by: Stanley Kubrick and Arthur C. Clarke
Based on: “The Sentinel” by Arthur C. Clarke
Dr. David Bowman: Keir Dullea
Dr. Frank Poole: Gary Lockwood
Dr. Heywood R. Floyd: William Sylvester
HAL 9000 (voice): Douglas Rain
Also Starring: Alan Gifford, Anne Gillis, Daniel Richter, Edward Bishop, Edwina Carroll, Frank Miller, Heather Downham, Leonard Rossiter, Margaret Tyzack, Penny Brahms, Robert Beatty

Distributed by Warner Bros. and MGM on April 4, 1968. Produced in English and Russian by the United States and the United Kingdom. Runs 142 mins. Rated G by the MPAA.

2001: A Space Odyssey was watched on February 23, 2013.

“I’m sorry, Dave. I’m afraid I can’t do that.” –HAL 9000 (Douglas Rain)

Director Stanley Kubrick has a sincere and involving style. It’s not until almost 26 minutes have passed that the first word is realized, but everything prior is like a dream. I can’t imagine what audiences thought of the mind-blowing visuals (yes, they still hold up) back in its 1968 release. 25 minutes of beauty, backed by moving classical music. Wow. You wouldn’t expect that next are characters just like us, particularly us having been drawn to such fantasies. These characters are overrun by human greed–their own–and just as we fail to realize our avarice, it’s subdued to us for quite a while.

At least that’s how I interpreted this brilliant Rorschach test. 2001: A Space Odyssey is an anomaly in every sense of the word. It isn’t about acting or script or even story so much as a few adages or proverbs, but it’s endlessly fascinating. The plot is fairly standard, if you want to look at it for story: a man grows paranoid on an expedition to the moon when he is overthrown by a flawless machine known as HAL 9000.

It’s understandable that this was met with 241 walkouts in its test screening. The critics made it obvious when it was accused of having a “confusing, long-unfolding plot” and of being “hypnotic” and “immensely boring.” Again, it’s no standard fare, particularly as science fiction. Stanley Kubrick responded rather nonchalantly, noting, “If you understand 2001 completely, we failed. We wanted to raise far more questions than we answered.” It is a statement in his own defense, but it’s no less true.

Kubrick does for a celestial cinematic realm what a rabbi does for a synagogue, what a priest does for a church. He didn’t create the Universe According to Film (that would be Thomas Edison), and quite frankly, he isn’t innovating it either. He’s putting that entire spectrum into a nutshell, making it accessible only to the most willing of viewers. An action junkie would be bored. A philosopher or a cinephile may try and interpret several scenes.

The monkeys in the beginning, to my eyes, is not silly at all, but rather a representation of how naturally we war amongst one another; the pillar that draws the monkeys to it is, in my eyes, the extensive human greed that corrupts our societies; the monkey that avoids the pillar, for me, represents the one human who has a sense of brilliance, but is still disregarded by all the imbeciles around him. All this is possible, especially considering the segment is called “The Dawn of Man”. But who could say for sure what the man means, or if there is just one specific meaning?

We’re all human, which implies quite a bit. Once we have a few ounces of possession or power, it becomes a drug to us. We use it to the point of abuse, and we just desire more and more. There’s a scene in 2001: A Space Odyssey that ratifies this extremely well. We see a woman walking along a circular doorframe until she is fully upside down. I was in fifth grade when I first saw it, and I, confused, asked my father, “Why did she just do that?” He responded, “Because she can.”

A PLUS

Friday the 13th: Part 2

Rosemary’s Baby

Bottom Line: A sly surprise.

Directed by: Roman Polanski
Rosemary Woodhouse: Mia Farrow
Guy Woodhouse: John Cassavetes
Also Starring: D’Urville Martin, Elisha Cook, Emmaline Henry, Hanna Landy, Hope Summers, Philip Leeds, Ruth Gordon, Sidney Blackmer

It’s true only the good die young. A prime example is Roman Polanski: though a prestigious filmmaker with talent unparalleled, his own personal history is almost too horrifying to believe. Let’s just say that as of 2009, he’s an extradite from U.S. soil. The opening credits aren’t a necessity to identify that Rosemary’s Baby was directed and written for the screen by Polanski. The film was released in 1968, but it functions on a subdued mentality, making it far more disturbing than any horror film released in the last thirty years. Take your experiences with The Exorcist and The Shining, mix away the lumps, pour out on a frying skillet, and there you have it, a psychological typhoon of paranoia, dread, and hysteria that lives on in the mind as just that.

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Bullitt

Bottom Line: The eventual source of all cop thrillers.

Directed by: Peter Yates
Starring: Don Gordon, Ed Peck, Ed Renella, Georg Stanford Brown, Jacqueline Bisset, Norman Fell, Robert Duvall, Robert Vaughn, Simon Oakland, Steve McQueen, Victor Tayback

Dirty Harry. Die Hard. Speed. Heat. L.A. Confidential. The Departed. Rampart. All ye fans, gather, read, unite. This is your call to action. Bullitt is the godfather of the cop thriller. I mean that in the most literal sense: When filmmakers within the next half a century make plans to create a police thriller of their own, and all of the seven films named above from 1971 to 2012 seem a bit routine to innovate from, they will, without a doubt, turn to Bullitt. The problem is, filmmakers will never know they are doing so, because of how vastly the film surrounds the cop thriller in less than two hours. Moreover, we remember it, but not nearly enough. Detective Lieutenant John McClane, Inspector “Dirty Harry” Callahan, Lieutenant Frank Bullitt. Two of those three protagonists were heavily influenced by the other, and the same two, we jump to recognizing far more easily. I rest my case.

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The Producers

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Bottom Line: Even as a first-time director Mel Brooks is brilliant. A fine “production”.

[singing] “Springtime / for Hitler / and Germany!” –musical ensemble

Directed by: Mel Brooks
Starring: Dick Shawn, Gene Wilder, Zero Mostel

Cheerfully dark satire about a theatrical producer, Max Bialystock (Zero Mostel), and his accountant, Leo Bloom (Gene Wilder). Max has become a nobody, with not one Broadway show to produce, and not one decent idea in mind. He hears Bloom talking to himself, pondering a thought that it’s quite possible for a Broadway flop to inhale much more cash for a producer than a Broadway hit. Max goes crazy over the idea, and the two of them spend hour after hour searching for the worst script ever. They decide to co-produce a show entitled “Springtime for Hitler”…which becomes a shocking success.

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