Night of the Hunted
La nuit des traquées
I look at you…you are there in front of me. We belong to this world. The only one that exists for me. The world of the present moment. Please don’t leave. You are the only memory I have right now.
Who is Elisabet? And where did she “escape” from? Picked up
by a stranger, a motorist who damn near runs her over with his car, Elisabet,
in a gown with no memory of where she belongs or lives, decides to ride with
him into Paris. People are following them, needing to get Elisabet back. Is she
important to some people? Oh, and who was that red-headed naked chick beckoning
for Elisabet, left to her own devices?
Elisabet’s memory comes and goes. Details as quick as
seconds vanish, yet she can remember a girl named Veronique (the naked chick?)
and not even her own name. She goes on and on about how her mind is blank, and
her new friend, desperately desiring to help her, gets so frustrated he shakes
her in some impulsive attempt to perhaps rattle some remembrance into her, soon
realizing it’s no use.
Move within
me. Gently.
Look at me so you will never forget me.
There is a prolonged, very erotic, and passionate sexual
encounter between Elisabet and Robert, utilizing her amnesia problem for extra
motivation in making the entire experience extra potent. I have to say that
Brigitte Lahaie in this movie cast a spell of arousal over me that was quite
palpable. What an incredibly sensual and desirable woman. She totally loses
herself in this scene, as if her character had become enraptured, just letting
go and accepting Robert’s embrace.
Stay inside me. Again. I will never forget you. It’s
impossible. Look at me. I want to die with each breath so I will never forget
you.
But Elisabet does and her doctor (and his assistant) insist
she return with them to the hospital. When returned to the hospital, stuck in a
room (oh, but not against her will, though, as the doc is always certain to
remind her) with another aloof patient named Catherine who suffers the same
amnesia-constant memory loss problem. Seems the doc is helping to gradually
restore memory function. Catherine’s so bad she has a hard time remembering to
use her spoon to scoop up some lobster soup. An older female patient complains
to Elisabet about not knowing what happened in her whole past, as if all her
life was wiped from the brain with a stroke of a brush.
The tragedy of not
knowing who you are, your identity, your past, it is all laid out here by
director Jean Rollin, as we see these blank faces and bewildered eyes, trying
hungrily to summon any memory at all that might give them an indication, just a
whiff of a past memory that might provide a clue as to their name, a loved one,
some detail of an event or spark of history. Catherine likes to make up details
about a possible past, as if make-believe, if just to soothe their tormented
souls (“Even if it’s false, it’s true.”). Catherine even has a hard time
getting her dress off.
I think this is a sad era of films for Rollin. Living
Dead Girl, made around the same time, also has a sense of tragedy running
through it. When Catherine believes Elisabet has left her and will never return
due to forgetfulness, she puts a pair of scissors in her eyes, gouging them in
suicide. This is Rollin at his darkest period to me. Catherine’s body laid out
as Elisabet mourns her loss; this was really eerie to me. Veronique proposes
her own theory: stuck inside their long tower, patients are the victim of Dr.
Francis who may be causing their memory “disease”. A second attempt at escape
may be their only option.
When the night comes, all that’s left is the anxiety for
those who are lost in the world of the tower blocks.
Later one of the *zombies* stuck in the hospital has went
from anxiety-stricken to homicidal, bashing the head in of an orderly (once a
patient who claims to have memories that remain, taking sexual advantage of
female memory-loss patients), telling another patient that he pleads for no
more injections, no more drugs. He later strangles her while they are having
sex in the swimming dress area.
You can’t escape from the black tower that easily.
When the patients’ brains are “emptied”, devoid of what made
them human, denied their individuality, their identity, Dr. Francis considers
them *dead*. What I like about Night of the Hunted is that Dr Francis and his
assistant, Solange, inform Robert that there’s a reason by what looks like
sinister science, explaining the homicidal reactions that seem to spurn from
anxiety attacks which might (or might not) be the answer as to everything so
strange and odd that occurred to the patients in the hospital. It is for us to
decide how accurate or inaccurate this diagnosis is. Are the brain cells dying
because of a strange illness or Dr. Francis’ own experiments?
Rollin establishes once again his attraction to train cars
(Iron Rose shows this, also), with the conclusion set at a sleepy station where
the patients are herded together like lifeless walking corpses. I think his
film casts enough doubt towards Francis just in the way this character is so
cold and emotionless, not much more alive than his patients. Solange is the
same way as Francis. One scene shows one of the patients taken out of the train
car, moved to a little room, injected with a liquid drug in a hypodermic,
stretchered to a crematorium, and burned. Is this to get rid of evidence of
their experiments or to keep this supposed epidemic from infecting others?
Interesting to me, since the other explanation to Robert
from Francis was presented, is how we are just prone to hope (unless you just
don’t) for those imprisoned (that seem innocent victims held captive against
their will) to escape the captivity for freedom, but then we are asked if these
very characters (preferably Elisabet and Veronique) should be able to roam
about unabated.
For some reason, I didn’t find anything that remotely
interesting upon my first viewing of Night of the Hunted, but I found it quite
fascinating and compelling this time around. I guess, though, Rollin will
always be judged by his pace and resistance towards moving the story along at a
quicker pace. He isn’t Godard, and it’s clear he’d prefer to let Elisabet and
Veronique walk all the way down a hall in an extended take than cut through all
this “unnecessary excess” and get on with it. I think Rollin cares about the
backdrop, the location that exists around the characters. A cemetery (or, in
this movie’s case, the long tall towers) is just as much a character (yeah, I
know, I’m getting all “Roger Ebert analytical”, but it is what interests me) as
Elisabet.
But I’m not of that group that believes he doesn’t care about the
characters as much as the composition of their setting. I think Night of the
Hunted proves Rollin indeed places an emphasis on the plight of his characters,
their terrible situation, and how they are so disposed of, like diseased
cattle. I think those that say Rollin thinks nothing about characterization is
ludicrous as seen when the crematorium docs can see that Veronique is flashing
back to when her and Elisabet were walking together in a park, jovial with life
ahead of them, letting her go. She could just leave but instead returns to the
car to get Elisabet, is spotted by one of the gun-toting goons in charge of
keeping them held captive, shooting the young lady in cold blood (a smile on
his face), as she stumbles with the last remaining life within her.
There’s
another scene, the very end, where Dr. Francis is convinced he must stop Robert
from taking Elisabet into Paris alive, shoots him, yet allows the two to walk
onward, knowing both are “dead”. Holding hands as their walk becomes troubled
by their conditions, the screen fades to black, and Rollin further establishes
himself as a dark romantic at heart. He allows them to walk together even
though they’ll not be doing so for long.
Rollin allows Francis to spell the whole reason behind the illness--the whole radiation from power plant that infected anyone in the area idea--and on this we get our reason why he must shoot Robert and keep Elisabet from re-entering society. This is just provided to accompany his vision of the characters, the black tower, and tragedy of unrequited love denied by a fatal illness.
While I wouldn't say this is a particularly "good movie", I can't explain why this one is my personal favorite of Rollins' films. I think "The Grapes of Death" and specially "Living Dead Girl" are two of his best, but I often end up wanting to see this one again before the others. Weird. It worked for me I guess, despite its shortcomings.
ReplyDeleteI have to say I liked this one more than the previous viewing, J Luis, but my favorite is definitely Fascination. While I prefer cemeteries when watching a Rollin film, I think Rollin does some interesting things visually with *city-scapes* and the difference in shooting inside buildings rather captured my attention. I found some really striking images for the review I haven't added yet. Rollin definitely has a fondness for the composition so I was appreciative of his desire to give us something pleasing on the eye. I do think he tries to give us characters doomed and tragic also. At the very least, he takes the typical zombie genre and gives it the Rollin touch that SO many people hate. Haha.
ReplyDeleteFASCINATION is my own favorite Rollin, but this really is a great, great movie, and was unfairly dismissed/overlooked for a lot of years. It feels very much like a Cronenberg picture from the same period, but infused, throughout, with that sense of doomed romanticism that's pure Rollin. Brigitte Lahaie is just a marvel on film. She doesn't so much act as, as you say, put a spell on the viewer. Rollin (like Franco) had a very good eye for that sort of thing. I'm ashamed of the fact I've never written anything substantial on his work, particularly given the crap about which I have been writing lately.
ReplyDeleteI would love to read a piece by you on Rollin. Sadly, this is only my first (but certainly not last) blog entry for Rollin. I started, interesting enough, with Night of Hunted because it was actually the first Rollin film I ever watched. I would really love to sit down and write a lengthy review on Lips of Blood and, my second favorite Rollin, The Iron Rose. I think some actresses, in talking about Lahaie, are so photographically alluring, that performance isn't as important as how they are lensed on film.
ReplyDeleteI haven't seen Fascination or quite a few of his other movies but so far this one is my favorite. Wasn't a big fan of Rape of the Vampire or Requiem for a Vampire. Grapes of Death was just OK to me and I think even the most dedicated of Rollin fans try to pretend that Zombie Lake never happened. I still have a lot of others to watch but I'll make sure Fascination is my next Rollin view.
ReplyDeleteI still haven't seen Zombie Lake but it seems to be the movie mentioned with the most distaste and revulsion when talking Rollin. It seems to be the film that haunts his legacy as a filmmaker. I'm the first to admit that Rollin is an acquired taste. Some love him; some wonder why he's loved.
ReplyDeleteWow, that comparison with Cronenberg sounds quite appropriate, J. Riddle, I too would like to read you on Rollin.
ReplyDeleteI haven't seen "Fascination" yet, I will definitely buy it this Christmas. Well, that one and "The Iron Rose".
You know, if one does compare Night of the Hunted and They Came from Within, there's some fascinating parallels. The way characters seem adrift emotionally. How in both instances, we are primarily in a singular location (although, Cronenberg's film is set in an apartment and Rollin's in the black tower, there's still an absence of humanity, it seems, and also there's this fatal condemnation to those stuck in both locations; it seems like from the moment each film begins, those involved are doomed to lose their individuality, their personalities, their humanity).
ReplyDeleteThe story on ZOMBIE LAKE is that Rollin was hired literally hours before shooting was scheduled to begin. He played no part in developing the picture. It was originally going to be directed by someone else--some sources say Jesus Franco, the producer says it was someone else (whose name I can't remember). In any event, the scheduled director fell through at the very last minute, and Rollin took the job. The resulting film isn't really a Rollin picture.
ReplyDeleteThe ways in which NIGHT OF THE HUNTED invokes a Cronenberg movie of that era could make for an essay in itself. The exteriors are mostly grey and overcast. Horrors happening in a seemingly sterile environment. Dr. Francis could have stepped out of just about any of Cronenberg's movies from that period.
You know, too, sometimes the lack of emotion can speak just as loudly as when casts are overly expressive in performance. The point of losing your identity, personality, and humanity is that what makes you who you are is removed; all that's left is this blank human figure. Even if as beautiful as Lahaie is, that brief clip where she is walking with Journet before their world was changed forever showed what they once were, and we see her at the end a shell. I think this movie is a bit better than it gets credit for.
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