“Remember Buck Rogers?”The nifty indie outfit Synapse Films has released the grindhouse classic THE EXTERMINATOR (1980) in an extended (gorier) director’s cut as a Blu-ray/DVD combo pack. Though the care and professionalism that the Michigan-based outfit has brought to bear since it was founded in 1996 have always been conspicuous in their obscure and cult film acquisitions, Synapse releases have really enjoyed an uptake in quality over the past year or so, making them indistinguishable — and often plainly superior — to big studio releases.
The raison d’ĂȘtre of THE EXTERMINATOR was and remains its arsenal of torture and coercion setpieces, in which Eastland subjects the parade of evil-doers to the heat of a blow torch, the gnashers of hungry ghetto rats, the odd slug from a .44 Magnum and the whirling teeth of a commercial meat grinder. Not a graphic film (one impressive beheading gag aside) by today’s standards, THE EXTERMINATOR impressed its fanbase by sheer moxie and outrageousness, staging a succession of amped up “they’d never get away with that now” scenes with the permission and blessing of the New York Film Commission, the NYPD, and the office of then-mayor Ed Koch (who later presented Glickhaus with a Crystal Apple Award). Visible in the frame are the World Trade Center, the Bronx Terminal Market (both long gone), the old Times Square (chockablock with disreputable camera shops, movie theaters and peep shows) and the Old Homestead Steak House (still there!), all snapshots of another time and a place that, in many ways, no longer exists. The film preserves Manhattan at an all time morale low. The city’s decline as a cultural hub had been in evidence in Hollywood films at least as far back as THE OUT OF TOWNERS (1971) and ACROSS 110TH STREET (1972) and the dim prognosis was still in evidence in TIMES SQUARE (1980) and CRUISING (1980). Glickenhaus was directly inspired by the lurid headlines of The New York Post chronicling the sad fates of average Joes and Janes chewed up and spat out by urban blight and top tier corruption. Seen briefly in one station house scene is a flyer announcing the disappearance of Etan Patz, who was abducted from a SoHo street corner in May 1979 and became the first missing child to have his picture printed on a milk carton. The Patz case was given a fictional shellacking (and a happy ending that never happened) in the 1983 film WITHOUT A TRACE. THE EXTERMINATOR takes a rather dim view of The Deuce, whose denizens are likened to maggots crawling on the carcass of some unfortunate carrion. (At one point, star Ginty strolls past a cinema showing CAULDRON OF DEATH, the US cut of the 1972 Italian-Spanish RICO, aka THE MEAN MACHINE, which starred Christopher Mitchum as a babyfaced avenger and boasted a scene in which a mobster is dissolved in a vat of acid.) Nevertheless, the film is pitched, in its extremes, straight to the glove of the Times Square grindhouses, whose habitues were encouraged to fist-pump their right-ons even as they were being judged as freaks and perverts. Informing the whole of THE EXTERMINATOR is an authorial longing for simpler and more innocent times, with both Ginty’s renegade and Christopher George’s dogged detective pining for the relative clarity of their tours in-country. Despite its rather unpalatable subject matter, THE EXTERMINATOR could play as Tea Party rallying cry, tendering as it does equal measures of anger and nostalgia. (Even the film’s villains long for the good old days.) Bunkered in his South Bronx tenement, surviving on a sustenance diet of Sartre, The Anarchist Cookbook and The Post and banging out manifesto-like letters-to-the-editor on his manual typewriter, John Eastland borders on a Unabomber-like sense of entitlement, with the script’s anti-CIA stance seeming less counter-culture thirty years after the fact than evocative of grass roots domestic terrorism. By virtue of its special effects, THE EXTERMINATOR benefited from pre-release coverage in Fangoria magazine, which drew the curiosity of horror hounds like myself and added to the film’s cult cachet. Additional value now, a full generation later, is seeing New York theatre actors Louis Edmonds, Dennis Boutsikaris and Ned Eisenberg rubbing shoulders with Channel 7 news anchor Roger Grimsby, jazz saxophonist Stan Getz and former Bill Haley and the Comets drummer Dick Richards, billed under his birth name of Boccelli. Budgeted at $2 million, THE EXTERMINATOR made something like $40-50 million, resulting in a 1984 sequel and no small amount of copycats. Even the later FRIDAY THE 13TH sequels feel suspect, with disfigured bogeyman Jason Voorhees adopting a trademark hockey mask in the second sequel as John Eastland makes use of a face-concealing motorcycle helmet two-thirds of the way through THE EXTERMINATOR. I like THE EXTERMINATOR considerably more now and enjoyed revisiting it via the Synapse DVD. It’s a somewhat sobering experience for a geezer like myself, knowing as I do that Christopher George would die of a massive heart attack in 1983… … that Steve James succumbed to pancreatic cancer in 1993… … and that the ever-youthful Robert Ginty passed away, also from cancer, in 2009, at the age of 60. That combined with the film’s end credits tableau, which balances the Statue of Liberty at the left of frame with the Twin Towers on the right, makes for a surprisingly bittersweet experience. What seemed like sleaze back in 1980 now plays a bit like a home movie, making me by turns misty-eyed, exhilarated and yearning for what was in many ways a simpler (if hardly more innocent or better) time. In addition to offering the feature on separate Blu-ray and hi-def DVD discs, Synapse has thrown in an informative audio commentary by James Glickenhaus, moderated to Temple of Schlock proprietor and 40-Deuce aficionado Chris Poggiali, and a theatrical trailer with TV spots. The disc streets on September 13th but can be pre-ordered from Amazon. Exterminator (The) 5 Responses “Remember Buck Rogers?”
What seemed like sleaze back in 1980 now plays a bit like a home movie, making me by turns misty-eyed, exhilarated and yearning for what was in many ways a simpler (if hardly more innocent or better) time. I feel that way about a lot of movies from the seventies and eighties now. Movies I thought sucked at the time (and still do in a lot of cases) I now look at with a kind of vague, undefined nostalgia, where I love what I’m looking at, not because it’s any good but because it seems so different, so much steadier and focused. That’s what I noticed when I rewatch many John Carpenter films from the late seventies, early eighties. They have a pacing to them that feels downright leisurely and they seem to take time to focus on characters and let the viewer get to know them before plunging ahead. I never saw this but if I came across it now, I wouldn’t pass it by. “Filmed in 1980″ is pretty much the only selling point I would need to stare at its images while reminiscing about my adolescence. I haven’t seen this since it first came out, but from the pictures alone, I’m getting a sense of nostalgia for the good-old, bad-old days in NYC. I remember this being a pretty grim film, and your review seems to confirm this, but I still might seek it out if only to get the look at a New York that no longer exists. I met Steve James once at the Film Center at the Chicago Art Institute (now called the Siskel Center, though I can’t bring myself to call it that). A martial arts star from Hong Kong was there to talk about his films, and James–being a martial artist himself–came to see him. Some people recognized James, including me, after the event, and went up to him for autographs, etc. He was such a nice person, and he was so thrilled that he had fans that recognized him. I got his autograph, which is now hung on my office wall. I was saddened when I heard he died–I still like to pick him out in the many action films of the 1980s and tell whomever I am with who he is. I enjoyed this review; I’ll be purchasing this disc! Synapse just continues to impress. Leave a Reply |
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I was excited when I saw the title. I thought it was going to be about Gil Gerard and Erin Gray, but alas…
I was not aware that Robert Ginty had died. That’s very sad. He was such a familiar face in movies throughout the 80s, like an old friend. Whenever I would see him (as I do with so many others) I would say “Hey! It’s THAT guy!”