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Eve's Bayou & Apocalypse Now

by Dan Dumbald, Movie Fiend

EVE’S BAYOU
TRIMARK 1997
Video Eve's  BayouThe biggest snub at last year’s Academy Awards (other than Rupert Everett not being nominated for My Best Friend’s Wedding) was Kasi Lemmons in the Best Original Screenplay category. Her screenplay for Eve’s Bayou was easily one of the best scripts of the year. So good in fact, that the less informed members of the Academy may well have thought that Lemmons adapted it from a novel. The film opens with an adult woman voice-overing the line, “I was nine years old the summer I killed my father.” With this revelation starts Eve’s Bayou, a leisurely paced drama about an upper middle class African-American family in Louisiana. The story is told through the eyes of Eve, played by Jurnee Smollet. She is the middle of three children with an older sister and a younger brother. Samuel L. Jackson (who also produced the film) and Lynn Whitfield are the parents and Debbie Morgan plays Jackson’s somewhat unstable sister.

On the night of a party at their house, Eve finds her father in an amorous encounter with another woman. Eve then begins to question why her doctor father is always summoned for house calls to female patients at all times of the day and night. Eve’s subtle innuendoes about her father’s extramarital affairs cause a rift between Eve, her sister, her mother, and her aunt. All the women know what is happening, however, each has their own way of dealing with reality.

Eve decides that she has to stop her father’s philandering so she enlists the help of a local fortune teller to use voodoo on him. Eve’s aunt is also a fortune teller, but wants no part of her plan. Eventually, Eve realizes that she still loves her father and attempts to stop the so-called spell before it works.

Eve’s Bayou is the first feature film for writer-director Lemmons, previously best known for her acting work as Jodie Foster’s best friend in The Silence of the Lambs. In one of the most impressive debuts in recent years, Lemmons' work is very comparable with John Sayles, the best independent filmmaker working today. Lemmons’ writing is extremely novelistic with attention to rich characterizations and dense storylines. Like Sayles, she also has a soft fluid touch as a director.

Lemmons also shows that her time spent in front of the camera has helped get superb performances from her entire cast. It is rare that a child actor can carry any film, let alone a drama, as well as Jurnee Smollett does. Her performance is on par with Anna Paquin’s in The Piano for capturing adolescent sensitivity. Samuel L. Jackson does a nice turn as the philandering doctor who is so charming and flawed. Soap opera star Debbie Morgan is also award-worthy. As one of the most successful independent films of the year it is a wonder that Eve’s Bayou was not nominated for any Academy Awards. Watching this tremendously well-written and acted film, it's easy to see why the African-American community feels woefully under-represented on Oscar night in Hollywood.

 

APOCALYPSE NOW
PARAMOUNT 1979
Video Apocalypse NowLast year at this time James Cameron was being vilified in the press as his $200 million boat movie announced that it would miss its summer release. After well over a year of difficult filming and editing, Titanic was released and obviously all the nasty articles about Cameron going crazy are long forgotten. Cameron is not the only filmmaker who endured tremendous pressures to keep their artistic vision intact. If his experience making Titanic was a nightmare, then Francis Ford Coppola’s filming of Apocalypse Now was pure hell.

After winning a slew of Academy Awards for his Godfather films, Coppola had about as much clout as anyone in Hollywood. He decided he wanted to make a film about Vietnam. At that point the war was still a very prickly subject, but Coppola was able to secure financing. He adapted Joseph Conrad’s novel Heart of Darkness into a film about a captain in the U.S. army (Martin Sheen) who is commissioned to take a small boat of G.I.s up the river and into the jungle to find a colonel who has gone mad, played by Marlon Brando. As Sheen journeys up the river, he has various experiences that illustrate both the absurdity and insanity of war. He encounters a platoon led by Robert Duvall whose passion for surf boarding is only exceeded by their love of wiping out the enemy with napalm. Sheen also sees G.I.s at a base almost riot over a couple of playmates flown in to entertain the troops and watches his men mow down a small Vietnamese boat with machine guns because of a kitten.

As he finally reaches his destination, Sheen meets with the ubiquitous colonel. Brando has made himself the enlightened-despot of a small jungle community of natives. He is obviously working on a different philosophical plateau; however, amongst all the madness perhaps he is the sane one. At this point Sheen has come too far to turn back and seen too much to go on. He then has to decide whether or not to complete his mission to assassinate Brando.

Shot on location in the Philippines, the production had major problems from beginning to end including Martin Sheen having a serious heart attack, the film going so over budget that Coppola had to put up his own money, Brando always wanting to change his character, and Dennis Hopper being so high that he improvised all of his lines. Despite Coppola himself not knowing what film he made, Apocalypse Now stands as the final masterpiece of the golden age of American film, the 1970s. As Coppola says in the documentary Hearts of Darkness “this film is not about Vietnam. This film is Vietnam.”

Much like Sheen’s character in the film, although he made it out of the jungle still standing, Coppola as an artist has never been the same. With the exception of the mildly disappointing third installment of the Godfather trilogy, Coppola has not made a great film since Apocalypse Now. Hopefully for fans of action epics, Jim Cameron did not lose a part of his creative vision off the shores of Mexico.

 


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