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- <title>
- Jun. 06, 1994: Show Business:Saturday Night Fever
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
- Jun. 06, 1994 The Man Who Beat Hitler
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- THE ARTS & MEDIA/SHOW BUSINESS, Page 73
- Saturday Night Fever
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p> A brilliant American film noir with John Travolta and Bruce
- Willis barges in at the last minute to take top honors at Cannes
- </p>
- <p>By Richard Corliss/Cannes
- </p>
- <p> For a while, everything was so quiet. The first week or so of
- the 12-day Cannes Film Festival proceeded as sedately as a Riviera
- quilting bee. Nice little films from odd little countries made
- some brief impression on the 30,000 assembled producers, distributors
- and journalists, only to be filed away and forgotten. Celebrities
- of the high second rank--France's Isabelle Adjani, Britain's
- Terence Stamp, China's Gong Li--stopped by to promote their
- films and to underline, by their presence, the absence of any
- world-class megastars except for Clint Eastwood, who was serving
- as president of this year's festival jury. Even the weather,
- which brings more folks to this Cote d'Azur playground than
- cinephiles would care to admit, was only moderately fabulous.
- It appeared as if the 47th edition of the movie industry's biggest
- annual deal-fest would tiptoe into history with a sigh and a
- shrug.
- </p>
- <p> Then BLAM!, the Wild Bunch hit town. On the festival's final
- Saturday, John Travolta, Bruce Willis, Samuel L. Jackson, Uma
- Thurman and other performers from the American thriller Pulp
- Fiction brought some big-time, macho-and-mayhem, Uzi-in-your-gut
- star quality to Cannes. Quentin Tarantino, who made the sanguinary
- Reservoir Dogs, wrote the script and directed the film at a
- hurtling pace, displaying a steely assurance in his storytelling
- and a gift for placing scary violence at unexpected moments.
- When the film was shown, it was as if Tarantino were telling
- Cannes, "O.K., nap time is over. Now, pay attention, and I'll
- show you how it's done. Here's why they're called moving pictures."
- </p>
- <p> The 10-member jury, which included Catherine Deneuve and Kazuo
- Ishiguro (author of Remains of the Day), got the message. Happily
- infected with Saturday-night fever, it awarded Pulp Fiction
- the Palme d'Or as best among the 23 entries in competition.
- But the picture threw the international critics into a tizz.
- They weren't sure they should approve of a work of popular art
- so enjoyably and cleverly crafted; after a week studying the
- snail trails of European anomie and Third World angst, watching
- Pulp Fiction was like sneaking out of a final exam to go on
- a bender.
- </p>
- <p> The truth is that until Pulp Fiction barged in, Cannes this
- year had no strong prize contenders. Instead, it presented a
- roundup of best directors' next-best films. The Chinese master
- Zhang Yimou sent To Live; the film, which spans 30 years of
- Maoist hard times, is beautifully observed and performed (the
- male lead, Ge You, won the Best Actor prize), but lacks the
- fiery power of Zhang's Ju Dou and Raise the Red Lantern. Nikita
- Mikhalkov intended his Burned by the Sun as a Russian Gone With
- the Wind, a story of country life amid the turmoil of tyranny,
- but it was meandering and cloying. As for Patrice Chereau's
- Queen Margot, an epic melodrama set in Huguenot times starring
- Adjani, it had Hollywood values galore: dark intrigue, plenty
- of body hacking and bodice ripping, and a budget of $25 million,
- France's largest ever. But the picture was a mess. That Zhang
- and Mikhalkov shared the second-place Grand Jury Prize was seen
- as the jury's amicable nod to two established directors. That
- Queen Margot won the thanks-for-coming Jury Prize was thought
- to reflect the clout of the panel's three French members.
- </p>
- <p> None of these films could come near the breadth and gusto, the
- sheer comic wallop, of Pulp Fiction. This 2 1/2-hour tapestry
- weaves four tales into a meditation about tough guys with too
- much or too little time on their hands. What do you talk about
- before a killing? (Fast food in Amsterdam.) How do you escape
- a fate worse than death? (With luck and honor.) How do you date
- your gang boss's wife? (Very carefully.) How do you remove those
- telltale blood stains from the backseat? (Very quickly.) Spinning
- delirious variations on familiar film noir conventions and pulling
- career-best performances from Travolta, Willis, Thurman and
- especially Jackson as a Bible-spouting sociopath, Tarantino
- makes a smart, fatal movie. It's Die Hard with a brain.
- </p>
- <p> Tarantino's guilty secret, which the international critics should
- have noticed, is that his films are cultural hybrids. The blood
- and gore, the cheeky patter, the taunting mise-en-scene are
- all very American--the old studios at their snazziest. But
- Tarantino's hard guys also reflect a European sensibility, reminiscent
- of the existential gangster films of Jean-Pierre Melville; they
- talk all night about everything except what matters. With this
- marriage of Hollywood and the Continent, Pulp Fiction, which
- will open in the U.S. this fall, showed Cannes that the power
- of movies is all about energy, visual and verbal, that won't
- slow down or shut up.
- </p>
- </body>
- </article>
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