Category: Alan Parker

FAME

By Marc S. Sanders

Sometimes a movie can only be accepted of its time.  The storylines, the music, the performances and the direction no longer appear as genuine or innovative in comparison to films that arrived later, after its own appreciation has floundered.  That is especially true of movies that stand on the heels of the pop culture it pioneers.  

I believe Alan Parker’s high school hit Fame was a landmark film.  Jumping forty-five years into the future though and I’m sad to say it has lost much of its staying power. 

Perhaps, as the 1980s were just beginning I’d believe that Christopher Gore’s script would get an Oscar nomination.  Maybe I’d cheer on a performance by a not yet Tony award winner named Barry Miller whose praises were sung by the media along with the likes of Barbra Streisand and John Travolta for a performance that mirrors a lot of what comedian Freddie Prinze experienced, both successfully and tragically.  Today however, I find much of what is preserved in the final cut of Fame to be unforgivingly cheesy, overacted and oversaturated with one “very special episode” trope after another.  

Parker and Gore outline Fame around four aspiring students within all kinds of performing arts from dance to song to acting and scene writing.  The film cuts from one storyline to another broken down over five sections of life within a Manhattan performing arts school – Auditions followed by Freshmen, Sophomore, Junior and Senior years.  We see the students move from nervous, unsure personalities to mature young adults comfortable in the cloth of a school with artistic passions and confident of where they want to steer their futures that hold no promises.  However, just because they have dreams on their horizons following graduation, it does not automatically spell out financial success and fame.  The purpose of Fame is to demonstrate an ongoing uphill battle while these teens try make it either on Broadway or in Hollywood.

In 1980, there’s attention drawn to what was not expected to be customary like the gay student who’s certain to be an outsider.  There’s the Jewish kid and the kid who can’t read and will flunk out.  There’s also the one who realizes he could become a great stand up comic and the young lady who must face the hard truth from a teacher that she’s not cut out to be a dancer.  There’s hints of suicide and drug use.  For one of the most likable characters named Coco (Irene Cara who famously sings the unforgettable Oscar winning theme song), she gets caught in a disturbing casting couch experience.

Watching Fame today, you can easily predict what’s coming as each new scene begins. Many of the stories are anecdotes limited to these brief episodes.  Storylines don’t wrap up just as life doesn’t.  We are simply reminded that these are the pains of enduring as one of any kind of performing artist during the throes of high school.  Because I’ve seen Blossom and The Facts Of Life and all of John Hughes movies, all which came after Fame, I was never moved or surprised with Alan Parker’s film.  Today, Fame looks like it’s just going through the motions.

What still works though is the independence to freely express a love for theatrics.  All of these kids take what they do very, very seriously.  I never underestimated or doubted one character’s passion.  They are especially in love with this stage of life when they can joyously storm out of the school to dance on top of cars and in front of traffic to the film’s title song.  They turn lunch time into their own personal orchestra of piano, saxophone and yes, more dancing.  These are the moments that remain timeless.

In 2023, Fame was inducted into the Library of Congress’ National Film Registry for preservation of its historic significance in the world of film.  It belongs there.  I have no doubt that in 1980, as the disco era of the 70s were waning in interest,  Fame set a gold standard for themes and presentations of movies released during the decade that followed with adored soundtracks and well edited needle drops that memorialized classic scenes in other films like Flashdance, The Breakfast Club, Back To The Future, Beverly Hills Cop, Ghostbusters and Dirty Dancing.  

Ironically, those other films, at least for me personally, have the staying power to…ahem…”live forever.” Yet, one thing is certain.  Whatever those movies accomplished…

…ultimately…

…Fame did it first!  

MISSISSIPPI BURNING

By Marc S. Sanders

Alan Parker’s Mississippi Burning opens with two water fountains side by side. One is labeled “White” and the other is labeled “Colored.” That tells me enough about what life was like in the state of Mississippi in 1964.

The very next image I see is a burning church. Parker keeps his camera focused on the fire as the blazes get bigger and more out of control. Then I realized I’m only just getting to know what life is like in the state of Mississippi in 1964. It’s only now in the year 2020, that Mississippi is opting to remove the Confederate symbol from its state flag. It really has taken this long?

The script written by Chris Gerolmo centers on three young civil rights activists (one black and two white) who turn up missing. Two FBI agents named Anderson and Ward travel down to Jarrett County to investigate the activists’ disappearance and come to learn they are engrained within a dense populace of the Ku Klux Klan that dangerously spreads as far as the local sheriff’s department.

The events in Mississippi Burning are fictionalized, but Gerolmo’s script is based on actual facts. The feds plainly see they are not welcome in Jarret. Ward (Willem Dafoe) is the young crusader in charge of the investigation. He is adamant about being thorough and he will not be intimidated to sit with the colored section in the town diner to ask some questions. Problem is no one dares answer his questions. Worse, simply because Ward approaches a black man, he’s opened up a world of hurt for this man.

Anderson (Gene Hackman) is a former Sheriff of the south who knows that to get anywhere down here means not being so direct on a personal level. Hackman is one of cinema’s finest actors. He’s adept at handling tricky dialogue like circumventing with flirtation or good ol’ boy humor to arrive at some facts. He shares great moments with Frances McDormand as the meek wife of a brutal Klan deputy (Brad Dourif) that the Feds suspect was the ring leader of what happened to the missing men. This is one of Gene Hackman’s best roles. It’s also one of Frances McDormand’s best roles.

Ward orders hundreds of men from the FBI to join the investigation. That only heats things up in the process. Black men are pulled from their homes in the dead of night to be beaten and lynched. More churches and homes are bombed and burned down.

Mississippi Burning is a very disturbing film, as it should be. Alan Parker is unrelenting in showing the brutality of the deep south who are not simply satisfied with just segregation. An obsession of power and evil is rooted in this film. The violence is terribly frightening. More so, Parker wisely gets close ups on the innocent faces of young children embraced in their mother and father’s arms as they proudly listen to a white Klan businessman (the great character actor Stephen Tobolowsky in a truly unexpected and surprising performance) preach his justification for where he believes the colored belong in order to uphold a purity to his proud state of Mississippi. The film reinforces the idea that hatred is taught. Hatred is an unfair misguidance that brainwashes a young mind and passes from generation to generation.

Watching so many movies, I really thought I’d become desensitized to most images. Then I watch a film like Mississippi Burning and I see Confederate flags draped just about anywhere and I honestly wince. Its so ugly to me; as ugly as a swastika. It’s not just on a license plate or hanging on a flagpole. There’s at least three in the local beauty shop and the diner next door. It’s remained a proud tradition. So proudly the symbol hangs, that it seems to cheer for the culture of dragging a young black man into the woods for a beating. When the Feds find this man, Agent Ward asks “What the hell is wrong with these people?” I’m still asking that question over 50 years from the time setting of this film, over thirty years after this film was made.

Like Steven Spielberg’s Schindler’s List and Spike Lee’s Do The Right Thing, Alan Parker’s Mississippi Burning should be a must see for parents to show their children. There’s a terrible madness to this film. It’s incredibly sad that this deep hatred is so alive with a passion. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with these people?