Starring
Gene Wilder, Jill Clayburgh, Richard Pryor, Patrick McGoohan, Ned
Beatty, Clifton James, Ray Walston, Scatman Crothers, Richard Kiel,
Fred Willard. Directed by Arthur Hiller. (1976/114 min).
Essay
by D.M. ANDERSON
My
god, I'm turning into my grandmother...
She
was a voracious reader, consuming so many novels that when she visited the bookstore, she sometimes bought a new paperback, only to
discover a few pages in that she'd already read it.
I've
reached that point with my movie collection, acquiring so many that I've taken to
storing a lot of them in boxes in the garage (at my wife's behest, since the family room was beginning to look like an episode of Hoarders). Lately, there have been a few occasions when I bought or ordered a new one, momentarily forgetting that I already owned it.
So
I downloaded an app that catalogs DVDs and Blu-Rays, spending the
better part of a weekend scanning the barcodes of each and every one
of them. It was exhausting and somewhat eye-opening. When all was
said and done, the total was just under 1,600. Before
you declare me obsessive, I only actually paid for about half of
those. The rest were screeners sent to me by studios and PR groups in exchange for
written reviews. Still, when you multiply 800 by the average cost of
a new movie - say, $20, give-or-take - that amounts to nearly 16,000 bucks I've
shelled-out on movies over the last 25 years or so. I could've bought
a decent fucking car for that amount, or treated my wife to an
extravagant European holiday...twice (I chose not to mention that factoid to
her, though).
But
it ain't like I blew sixteen-grand on heroin, and one positive about
going through all those boxes and bookshelves was that I came across
movies I hadn't watched or even thought about in
years. In fact, I hauled a bunch back into the house to relive
the good times, sort of defeating the purpose of de-cluttering the family room to begin with. One of those titles was 1976's Silver Streak, a childhood favorite.
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| On time...and then some. |
Seeing
Silver Streak again after so many years, the first thing I
noticed was how badly it has aged...kind-of like bumping into someone you haven't seen in decades and being taken-back over how old they've become (which, of course, means you have, too). The movie practically screams “1970s”
with every frame, from the bell-bottom slacks, to the bad hair, to the politically-incorrect dialogue, to the
presence of Ned Beatty, right down to the visual effects and music
score. Still, I loved it as a kid, mainly for the massive train wreck
at the end and the running gag of Gene Wilder screaming “son of a
bitch” every time he's thrown off the train.
Wilder plays George Caldwell, a mild-mannered publisher who decides
to travel by train (dubbed the Silver Streak) from L.A. to Chicago so he can
unwind. En route, he meets Hilly (Jill Clayburgh), a secretary for a
professor who's just written a book about Rembrandt. After getting to
know each other over dinner (which includes a lot of cringe-worthy
innuendo), they return to her cabin, where George sees her dead boss briefly hanging outside her window. No one believes him,
including Hilly, but the next day, when he goes to check on the
professor, he's tossed off the train by a couple of thugs who work
for Roger Devereau (Patrick McGoohan), a ruthless art dealer looking
to discredit the professor (who has evidence that Devereau's
Rembrandt paintings are fakes) by replacing him with a lookalike.
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| Gene spots a better 'fro. |
After
being thrown off the train a second time (during which time he's
framed for killing a federal agent on Devereau's tail), George
befriends car thief Grover Muldoon (Richard Pryor). Together, the two work to get back on-board, save
Hilly and expose Devereau's nefarious plans, all while trying to
avoid capture by the police, who think George is a murderer. This
leads to a wild gunfight and chase, where the now-runaway train is
barreling toward Chicago on a collision course with the station.
Being that Silver Streak was made at the height of the
disaster movie craze (still my favorite genre), one must assume part
of the reason for the movie's existence is the climactic train crash,
depicted in loving, destructive, slow-motion detail. It feels
gratuitous and tacked-on, being completely non-essential to the
story. But, damn, was it cool on the big screen in 1976!
It isn't nearly as convincing now, though still pretty
nifty. Maybe the powers-that-be assumed the plot itself
wouldn't be enough to draw in moviegoers (and they might have been
right, since the story itself is pretty generic cloak-and-dagger).
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| "Sir, this is a 'no smoking' cabin." |
That
leaves the appeal of the cast to maintain interest for ninety minutes
until the destructive payoff. For the most part, I guess they
succeed. Until this film, Wilder got a lot of mileage out of
eccentric, slightly unhinged roles. He's certainly likable here, but sometimes seems out his element as a romantic hero. Pryor is amusing, though his comic
skills are diluted compared to the legendary concert films he did
around the same time. Even so, Silver Streak is the funniest of the four films he
and Wilder did together. Of all the performances, McGoohan comes off
best, playing the role fairly straight and menacing...he's a terrific
villain.
Again, the movie is awfully dated, more-so than many
of the other 70s classics I still enjoy. The scene where Pryor shows
Wilder how to pass for a black guy was one of Silver Streak's
comic highlights back then, but uncomfortably embarrassing now, as is
the liberal use of the 'N' word. The same goes for Ned Beatty as an
oversexed federal agent; some of his lines while hitting-on on Hilly
- or discussing how trains turn women on - borders on misogyny.
Still, revisiting
Silver Streak after all these years was an interesting trip
down memory lane. The film holds a lot of nostalgic value and I
enjoyed as such. But it was also a sobering reminder of just how
drastically things have changed since 1976, both culturally and
aesthetically (not-to-mention the sad realization that most of the
cast is now dead).
