The quality of films went through a very serious valley in the period in the 60s and early 70s, with 1970 arguably being the worst year in the history of cinema. It was so bad that the industry simply could not produce five credible nominees for best picture. In fact, it was a struggle to come up with three. The two strong war movies, Patton and M*A*S*H, were about the only respectable offerings that year. The third nominee was the mediocre Five Easy Pieces, and the other two were execrable mainstream films, Love Story and Airport.

To be honest, Five Easy Pieces, genuinely the third best film of that year, would not have cracked the top 25 in the banner year of 1999. As for Love Story and Airport - well - what can you say? I suppose there may be other years with two such abominable Oscar nominees, but I don't want to think about the existence of such a shameful situation.

There were two stages to the decline of film in the 60s:

• In the first stage, the Hollywood dream factory was falling apart. The studio system was decaying and out of touch, a dinosaur clinging to a life that probably should gave ended in the thirties. Movies were safe, formulaic, and repetitive.

• In the second stage, the "auteur era" was trying to emerge from the primordial ooze. The films in this last stage, in the late 60s and the beginning of the 70s, were no longer standard Hollywood copycat offerings, but they had no idea where they were going.

You see, the cultural revolution of 1967-74 had no philosophic underpinning like the French and American revolutions. The whole movement was based on anomie, and a vague understanding that "the man" was out to get us. If the U.S. had not had a selective service system, and/or had stayed out of Vietnam, there probably wouldn't have been much of a revolution to begin with. The people of the counter culture simply had nothing in common except an opposition to authority, most of which stemmed from the fact that they didn't want to be told that they had to die in the jungle.

Counter-culturalism, really anti-authortarianism, was reflected in the mood of the times and the battle lines that were drawn between the opposing cultural camps. The counter-culture did not really establish a powerful non-conformist trend, but rather created a new, alternate conformism with a new symbolism. I suppose that's how we humans work. We seem to be belongers. The new conformity said: (1) oppose authority in all its avatars, including materialism, the police, the military, your local water commissioner, even your school principal (2) oppose all the symbols of the authoritarian class, including but not limited to short hair, white shirts, neat suits, and polished speech patterns.

But there was a great dilemma. If the whole point of a movie is to make money for its investors, how can those money-grubbing investors create a product that will appeal to those who profess to disdain materialism? That is the trap in which the movie industry was caught in the hippie years. The old-style films like Funny Girl were losing their economic clout because they had no appeal to the counter-culture. The new films like Easy Rider managed to tap into the youth market, but they were all attitude and no quality. They were so inept and amateurish that they had no cross-cultural appeal.

Hollywood had no idea how to respond to the changes in society. A film like Catch 22, which was both anti-war and anti-authority, was not acceptable to the counter culture, because it was obviously made by a bunch of guys who had nice haircuts, wore good suits, and got A's in school. A film like Vanishing Point, on the other hand, was the very polar opposite of Catch-22. It looked and felt like it was made by drop-outs and serious dope smokers, but (perhaps because of that) it was just completely inept at all the things that people require from a film: pacing ... character development ... excitement. Basically, it just rambles and rambles. Some scene transitions don't follow logically. Certain pseudo-symbolic occurrences consist of things which don't make any sense on the literal level.

On the surface, it is a simple story of Kowalski, a guy who promises to deliver a car from Denver to San Francisco in an unrealistically short period of time. The strength of his promise is buttressed by his having made a bet that he could pull it off, and his resolve is fortified by vast quantities of speed. He's going to do it, or die trying. Since the film was made in the early 70s, you can probably guess which of the two will be his fate.

He's a retired race driver, so it seems that he may just be able to pull it off, but after a few hours on the road, he has the entire Colorado Highway Patrol after him. In due time, the responsibility is shifted to the law enforcement agencies of Utah, Nevada, and California. In the course of the film, he's being pursued by virtually every policeman west of the Mississippi. Eventually he becomes a bit of a cause celebre, the media becomes interested in his flight from the police, and everyday people start to talk about him and whether he can pull it off.

All of that might have made for a pretty decent film if it had not been made, as I suggested earlier, by people who were smoking too much loco weed. It was going along coherently until his escape took him into Death Valley, where he was simply barreling through the sand and sagebrush in his power car. Then he got a flat tire and met some people in the desert - an old snake hunter, a congregation of Jesus freaks, a naked chick on a motorcycle, two gay thieves. The naked chick even had a collage on the wall dedicated to Kowalski, picturing the days when our hero was a dedicated cop. She showed him the collage, and he never showed any surprise that a naked hippie living in the desert had an entire wall of pictures dedicated to him. He just said, "that was a long time ago."

Huh??

This collection of characters and situations would seem a bit unrealistic in a Road Runner cartoon, but in the context of a film which started out to be a fairly exciting and reality-grounded chase movie, the hippified detour in the desert is positively surreal, particularly since Kowalski didn't even know how to navigate through the desert and was just driving aimlessly in circles to begin with - albeit at top speed!!!

As Kowalski left the desert, he stopped to pick up a female hitchhiker, played by cult goddess Charlotte Rampling. The driver and Rampling had a mysterious and presumably metaphorical conversation of some kind, in which we are supposed to conclude (I think) that she was not a mortal women at all, but rather The Grim Reaper in convenient hardbody form. Her dialogue was filled with innuendo and faux-symbolism, punctuated by faraway looks. He asked her how long she had been waiting for a ride, and she replied, "I've been waiting for you so long, Kowalski - so very long. Perhaps most of your life. Yes, so very, very long ...."

Yeah, yeah.

As Kowalski made his way through the journey, he was "adopted" by a mysterious blind black DJ called Super Soul, who lionized Kowalski to his listeners as the last American hero, and relayed information designed to help Kowalski elude the police. (His radio station? KOW, as in Kowalski.) The police were not crazy about this, as you might expect, so a bunch of crazy redneck cops broke into Super Soul's station and beat the crap out of him. Then they forced Super Soul to broadcast some false information to Kowalski, thus leading our hero into a trap. Somehow Super Soul got himself back in business immediately, resumed his normal broadcasts, and Kowalski outfoxed the police.

Once again, the symbolic stuff failed because it just didn't work on the literal level. The DJ was not only able to transmit his signal to Kowalski's car radio across four states, but he was also able to hear Kowalski talk back to the radio, and they engaged in interactive discussions. I kept trying to figure out if Super Soul was just in Kowalski's imagination, but that could not have been the case, because he gave Kowalski information that the driver could not have otherwise known, and other people could also hear Super Souls's voice on Kowalski's radio. I guess he was just one of those blind black DJs who can transmit a thousand miles from a small town radio station and can hear their listeners talk back to them. There seemed to be a lot of those back in the 60s.

All in all, the film proceeds under the false blanket of anti-authoritarianism. Kowalski is admired by the common people because he is fleeing the man. But why the hell is he doing it? Is it to call attention to an important cause, or to defend his family's farm, or something? Not at all. He just made a bet that he could do it, and he wants to win that bet. He's fighting for freedom, all right - the freedom to drive 160 MPH while stoned out of his head, thus endangering as many innocent motorists as he cares to.

And we were supposed to be rooting for him, not the cops who were trying to keep the highways safe.

Yup, that's what the 60s were all about.

Peace, brother.

Notes:

1. Although this flick is supposed to have some kind of appeal to power car lovers, the script has Kowalski's car identified wrong. The cops keep saying it is a 1970 Dodge Challenger. I'm no real car buff, but I can read on the side of the car where it says "Camaro". The guys who are car buffs say 1969 Camaro, to be exact!

2. The DVD includes both the USA version and the UK version, which is eight minutes longer. The difference between the two was not a matter of censorship, but simply economy. The goofy scene with Charlotte Rampling was cut from the USA release.

3. The film includes a pretty cool cast when it is viewed from our perspective several decades later, including some vintage hippie nostalgia. The Jesus freaks are singing  - for no apparent reason - and their choir includes some true 60s icons like Rita Coolidge and "Delaney and Bonnie and Friends". Coolidge is not even credited! Cleavon Little has a major role as the blind DJ. Other people with small parts include John Amos and the guy who played Exidor on Mork and Mindy.

• Gilda Texter (1, 2, 3, 4) As I pointed out the other day, Texter is one of the best known costume and wardrobe specialists in Hollywood. 35 years ago, young and gorgeous and blonde, she made a brief stab at acting, a career that lasted less than a year. Her big role was "Nude Motorcycle Rider" in this film. She spent every second of her screen time stark naked. Hey, it was 1971. Shit got weird.

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