It was pretty widely known that Dennis Hopper had been terminally ill for some time; and for all that, I don’t doubt there are those who are prone to speculate that his passing over this particular weekend was a final manifestation of his imp of the perverse, forcing bloggers and journalists and other media sorts who no doubt had other plans for their time out of their leisure and back to their work stations for at least a little while. I don’t truck in that sort of thing, so you won’t find me making any speculations of the sort.
I wrote an official Hopper-type obit for MSN Movies some months ago, and I imagine the actor’s death has taken the folks over there somewhat unawares, or maybe they just felt my piece wasn’t up to snuff; the Associated Press obit is all that’s up there at the moment. I’ll update with a link to the piece when it goes up. (Update, 6/1/10: And here it is.) In the meantime; well, of course everybody’s going to talk about Blue Velvet, but boy, there are so many others, and the Hopper performance I find more resonant every years—“A little older, a little more confused,” man, ain’t that the truth!—is his Tom Ripley in Wim Wenders’ The American Friend. What a stroke of genius, to play Highsmith’s master sociopath as genuinely, thoroughly, poignantly, sad…to his very bone. But not pathetic or pathetique; still utterly lethal. The look in his eye after Bruno Ganz’s Jonathan Zimmermann brushes him off with an “I’ve heard of you,” and how that offhand remark seals poor Zimmermann’s fate…that’s both film acting at its best, and most nuanced, and directorial sensibility/sensitivity that knows just how to use such performing genius.
The one problem with his being so fully identified with the Velvet madman Frank Booth is that the notoriety of the association didn’t yield Hopper many subsequent roles in which he could be terribly subtle. Say what you will about Isabel Coixet’s Elegy, but it was certainly one of the latter-day films in which Hopper wasn’t being asked to play a cartoon, and he was clearly happy for the opportunity to stretch a bit. Other such opportunities came with films such as Alison McLean’s 1999 Jesus’ Son and my friends Brian Koppelman and David Levien’s 2001 Knockaround Guys. And let’s face it, some of the cartoons were a hell of a lot of fun; see Romero’s 2005 Land of the Dead. That aged baby boomer he played in those financial planning commercials, though; that dude I wasn’t too nuts about.
He lived a Hollywood career that really does earn the designation “legendary:” from old school to new school to what-the-fuck-school and back again. The crazy so-and-so went through a bazillion permutations of not compromising; if anyone ever earned a “Rest in Peace,” he has.
UPDATE: My friend Joseph Failla recalls the early days of the revival of Hopper consciousness among metropolitan cinephiles:
I happened to find the actual Film Forum schedule from Dec ’87 to Mar ’88 which included their tribute to Dennis Hopper titled, OUT OF THE SIXTIES, which ran for three weeks in March (4−24) and that we attended. It included the New York première of DENNIS HOPPER: SOME KIND OF GENIUS, a 1987 documentary by Paul Joyce, basically a candid conversation with Hopper about “his Shakespearean training, his early idols, the acting technique he learned from James Dean and his history of conflict with the Hollywood establishment”. This is where we heard about Hopper’s confrontation with Henry Hathaway during the making of KATIE ELDER in which he suffered a breakdown. GENIUS was shown at least once a day throughout the series.
The line up was as follows…
March 4–5 Fri/Sat
EASY RIDER and a new 35 mm print of THE TRIP
March 6–7 Sun/Mon
THE LAST MOVIE (print courtesy Dennis Hopper) and THE AMERICAN DREAMER
March 8–9 Tues/Weds
KEY WITNESS [I do love that the Film Forum dug up this Phil Karlson gem—G.K.] and THE SONS OF KATIE ELDER
March 10–11 Thurs/Fri
THE AMERICAN FRIEND and REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE
March 12,13,14 Sat/Sun/Mon
OUT OF THE BLUE and BLUE VELVET
March 15 Tues
TRACKS and RIVER’S EDGE
March 16–17 Weds/Thurs
NIGHT TIDE, QUEEN OF BLOOD and HIGH AIR (a Screen Director’s Playhouse television episode from 1955)
…and for one week, March 18–24, the New York première of Altman’s O.C. AND STIGGS
I believe someone remarked as the lights came up at the end of THE LAST MOVIE, “Nice try, Dennis!” At the time most folks still held the film in complete contempt but very possibly, if there was to be any kind of turnaround on LAST MOVIE’s reputation, this retrospective was as good a place as any to start, if only because no one had been able to see the darn thing in years. Hopper was enjoying a renewed popularity as BLUE VELVET was then a strong midnight attraction, and pairing it with his own OUT OF THE BLUE made for a very fitting, if extremely uncomfortable, double bill.
I’ve been very blue all day about Hopper’s passing. He was an amazing actor, a frequently brilliant director, a fine painter and photographer – a consummate artist.
I recently read Elena Rodriguez’s biography of him. So many crazy stories. One choice anecdote: While living in Taos, New Mexico during the editing of The Last Movie, Hopper established a commune there populated with assorted friends and followers. This drew the ire of locals who terrorized the “hippie scum,” even raping the women according to Hopper–all with the complicity of the local police. Deciding something must be done, Hopper and his brother David bought up all the guns in the city; strapping themselves with a few pistols hidden under ponchos, they then stormed into a high school assembly and announced to the crowd that they were “macho” motherfuckers and not to be messed with–brandishing their hidden weapons from under their ponchos to prove it. Apparently, the locals didn’t screw with them after that.
Then there was the time in the early eighties when Hopper, strung out on speedballs and alcohol, pulled a knife on one of the “heads of the Texas Mafia” in a parking lot in Houston, demanding to know if the Mafia had put a contract out on him (why he thought this is anybody’s guess). It will be said a thousand times in the next few days, but it was really something of a miracle that Hopper survived to see sobriety.
Then there were his films. For his career in the 70s and 80s, I’m convinced that he’s a genius. Out of the Blue is an out-and-out masterpiece, proof of his remarkably poetic talents as a director. On the other hand, I did watch parts of Easy Rider today and was struck more than ever by its rather lame and obvious symbolism (like Fonda throwing away his watch before they depart on their bikes). It is an undeniably beautiful film, however, and one I still find very moving.
Anyway, I could go on. Thanks for the post Glenn, and thanks for singling out his superlative performance in The American Friend. Truly one of Hopper’s best.
Glen! I’m thrilled you decided to highlight his role in The American Friend. I’ve been thinking all day how underappreciated or at least underseen his role in that film is (not to speak of the film itself, one of my favorite from Wender). It’s probably the most fully embodied and beautiful portrayals Hopper ever put to screen.
The bit of Fonda throwing away his watch in EASY RIDER is an hommage to Roger Corman, who almost produced it. In one of his movies, a protagonist does the same thing at the outset. I’m blanking on it, but it may be Jack Nicholson in THE TERROR who casts away his pocket watch.
A totally screwed-up and often horrendous human, and a fascinating actor.
BTW, I remember hearing from a friend-of-a-friend 30-odd years ago about Hopper showing up on “Apocalypse Now” not only not knowing his lines, but being completely incapable of learning any.
“Just think of T.S. Eliot,” advised Coppola.
Which might explain why, for no particular reason, Hopper’s introduction is accompanied by a blurted “I should have been a pair of ragged claws, man…” or something like that.
Such an interesting performer. I still marvel over the subtext of “Giant,” which proffers him as the progeny of Rock Hudson and Elizabeth Taylor…
Tim, in that case the watch-throwing bit is both a lame symbol and a very cool hommage. Thanks for that bit of info!
We put on OUT OF THE BLUE at the store today. I’ll have to check that one out someday; looks very unusual.
I’m not a fan of ELEGY, but I agree with you Glenn about Hopper in it; he’s the best thing about it, and the only one who tries to play his character as more than a symbol (course, he was familiar with the story, having played Ben Kingsley’s role in Bruno Barreto’s sincere but misguided CARRIED AWAY). As far as more subtle performances go, I also liked him in his small role in BASQUIAT, and as for the fun over-the-top movies, people will of course bring up things like TRUE ROMANCE, but what about his villain turn in RED ROCK WEST? And while Marlon Brando deservedly received a lot of praise for his tongue-in-cheek riff on Don Corleone in THE FRESHMAN, Hopper actually got their first in FLASHBACK, playing a former 60’s radical on the run from the FBI. It’s one of the more underrated comedies of the 90’s. R.I.P.
I was never an OUT OF THE BLUE fan (oy, that ending!). But THE LAST MOVIE is a goddamn masterpiece, and it breaks my heart that he died before Criterion could issue it with J. Hoberman’s terrific essay, and all the critics could finally notice that it’s one of the only Godard-influenced American films to achieve actual greatness.
I happened to dvr Mad Dog Morgan off IFC many weeks ago, had started to watch it and turned it off because the quality was so bad, but am glad I saved it for today’s sad occasion to pay a bit of homage to the Great Mr. Hopper. I had never seen it – never even heard of it frankly – and it is a pretty damned great movie, with Hopper in his element, sporting a remarkably good Irish Brogue no less, and joining forces with the always impressive David Gulpilil as 19th century highway cons in the Land of OZ. It really was a fitting toast to Hopper in all his dysfunctional and unpredictable glory, while representing his incredible diversity despite the one-note reputation garnered by Blue Velvet, Paris Trout, etc. He was so much more than a psycho. With any luck, his passing will get some of his less known work like Mad Dog Morgan some long overdo attention – and in the case of this particular film, a watchable DVD. Apparently it’s a 1.66 crop of a zoomed Pan and Scan version of the original 2.35 presentation. A travesty.
R.I.P. Dennis.…you will most definitely be missed.
“He’ll never bring The Beatles back to Hamburg”
Dennis Hopper, God bless you. Rest in peace.
I’m glad a couple people have mentioned Out of the Blue already, I don’t think its influence (however subtle) has received nearly enough attention or credit. You can see so much of it in films from the mid-80’s to the mid-90’s, and things like River’s Edge or the work of Larry Clark comes off pretty weak by comparison. Fantastic shit. And of course, Linda Manz.
And his bass-playing with Soft Machine: truly out of sight.
Boy, am I glad FuzzyNutsack is finally be able to hip the rest of the world to THE LAST MOVIE.
I see that a longish comment seems to have been eaten (perhaps I transposed a digit while typing the “y4ntym”), so in case it doesn’t reappear … in substance, I recommended the Australian DVD of MAD DOG MORGAN to Brad and everybody else, as it is uncut and in the proper aspect ratio, and reveals the film as the revisionist-western masterpiece it is. Hopper is on fire, and his technical mastery of an Irish accent is not something I expected. Even though Hopper’s is a pretty controlled performance, Philippe Mora offers in the DVD extras plenty of deadpan anecdotes involving Hopper’s on-set insanity, which among other things made the Australian authorities rather eager to see him leave the country.
I also dig OUT OF THE BLUE, including the ending, which seems like a sincere (if clumsy) effort at a sort of punk/anarchist attitude that’s rare in American films, even of that era. I’d like to know how much of it is actually Hopper’s, since he replaced the original director (a Canadian who never directed another feature, if memory serves).
Other great Hopper performances: in Jaglom’s TRACKS and the above-mentioned CARRIED AWAY.
“Boy, am I glad FuzzyNutsack is finally be able to hip the rest of the world to THE LAST MOVIE.”
Boy, am I glad that Chuck Stephens is here to act like an asshat.
Seriously, dude, what’s your problem? He’s expressing an opinion about a film– a film that, yes, *is* not terribly well-regarded, a film that was very personal to the recently-departed actor that Glenn’s post and the ensuing comments thread are trying in some way to honour– and somehow, that warrants that level of snark?
And now I’m so glad that Tom Russell is here because the Nutsack needs a nanny.
My problem is only that Nutsack is so eager to go mano-a-“all the critics” on THE LAST MOVIE, as if he and he alone had just discovered the film, forged an astonishing new appreciation of it, and in his dreams of fuzzy glory has taken over Criterion’s releasing schedule and package editing to promote it to his own satisfaction and vindication. And to think, all it took was Dennis Hopper’s death for Nutsack to climb up on his tiny mountain of personal soil and crow about his clear-eyed vision of cinema.
He wasn’t celebrating Hopper (p.s. OUT OF THE BLUE sucks because Nutsack doesn’t get it): he was making yet another drooling stab at his own vainglory, and failing hilariously…even as you rush to his aid with a fresh drool-cup in hand.
Surprise, some of “all the critics” actually have seen a few films, and don’t need the death of a major filmmaker to come out trumpeting about it.
Oh geez no—no, I most certainly didn’t discover it all alone. I only discovered THE LAST MOVIE when J. Hoberman’s terrific exegisis opened my eyes, so no claims to my own brilliance here.
As for its desired rerelease: THE LAST MOVIE is pretty well-established as a hugely important, personal film for Hopper (as you can see in AMERICAN DREAMER). And it was such a flop it more or less destroyed him for a decade—he obviously had addiction issues before that, but it seems like the disastrous reception of his an ambitious film was a factor. But its recent run at the Anthology Film Archives was pretty successful, and I just think it’s a shame that Hopper died before it could be more widely rediscovered—would have been very satisfying for him, I imagine.
Thank you Fuzz: had you said it that way in the first place, I wouldn’t have piped up, and Tom R wouldn’t have his Pampers in a twist about it right now.
The last time I saw THE LAST MOVIE projected was at FILM FORUM back in the 80s, just prior to the occasion for which JH wrote that essay. I believe the print used then was Hopper’s own, so he was aware of the respect and acclaim it had in certain circles.
(THE LAST MOVIE was double-billed at that engagement with AMERICAN DREAMER, in the same crummy gone-pink print from which bootleg dupes still circulate today.)
I dimly recall–and it’s very dim, being forty years back–Hopper coming to the U of Wisconsin-Madison and showing an early version of THE LAST MOVIE. I wasn’t able to see the film (probably went to a class or something silly like that instead), but I went to a conversation he held with students afterward. Some of them were berating him, I thought quite viciously, for his movie not being political enough, or political enough in the right way for them. I was very young and hadn’t seen the film (still haven’t), so I didn’t really grasp the issue, but I remember feeling bad for Hopper, especially when I saw that he seemed to be genuinely hurt by the comments. I wanted to say, Hey, don’t listen to these assholes! But of course I didn’t. And I think he really did care what they thought.
Why does every single film blog comments section have to turn into insane dick measuring about who was hip to X’s unheralded masterpiece first, and which clueless critic/commenter will never appreciate Y’s vision? Mr. Stephens, we all bow to your girth, your ground-scraping member and your haughty swagger, but every time I’ve come across your name at the bottom of a comment on this blog, the above words have positively vibrated with unearned snark. What the fuck is wrong with some of you people – why the endless putdowns, the twittering and sneering, the me-first school of film crit cool? It’s like a parody of cinephilia, a cruelly inverted take on something that should, fundamentally, be guided by love and enthusiasm.
I saw THE LAST MOVIE about two years ago in a really nice looking 35 mm print at the Cinefamily in LA. Hopper was on hand to answer questions after the screening, and he was quiet and soft spoken, almost shy. He seemed not to be able to relate to the film more at this point in his life. THE LAST MOVIE itself is easily one of the hardest sits I’ve ever had to endure, clearly the work of a man not operating on any sort plane of functioning rationality. Sometimes in the past I had a tendency to romanticize artists with mental illness or a drug addiction or whatnot. THE LAST MOVIE cured me of that.
Oh, I did get to chat with Hopper briefly as we both waited in line for the men’s. I shook his hand and told him how much I admired his work. He accepted my hand and was polite and respectful but that was it; he had been shaking a lot of hands that night.
Hopper showed up in one of the better hour-long Twilight Zones called, if my brain still works, “He’s Alive,” with Hopper playing a street corner neo-Nazi who finds a muse in the titular He, Hitler. It’s interesting to see a very early riff on the unhingedness that Hopper would make a cottage industry out of, but what I remember most about the episode is the beginning of Rod Serling’s narration: “Portrait of a bush-league fuhrer…”
Adam R, I think I was pretty clear about my specific disgruntlement with what FB said, and he responded to it.
Exactly which aspect of “cinephilia” was your post meant to guild with “love and enthusiasm”?
Sounded a whole lot like yet another: “Oh, that Stephens, he exemplifies everything I hate about ‘film blog comments section(s)’, not that I have a single interesting or substantive thing to add to the discussion myself.”
Just to chime in here on tone: I’m fairly happy with the fact that the comments threads on this blog are, more often than not, relatively civil. Yeah, there’s some bile and even some name-calling once in a while, but things rarely if ever get out of control to the extent that you’d see elsewhere—on a lot of political blogs and, yes, on some movie-enthusiast sites/blogs.
I know that Mr. Stephens can come off as kind of what some might call unduly feisty at times, and I’ve had pretty intense arguments with him in the past myself, but I’ve always found he’s always got a genuinely substantive point that some may find obscured by his demeanor. Cinephilia is about love and enthusiasm, sure, but it’s also about argument. I’ve rarely seen an argument get so heated here that I’ve had to “moderate” it too much, or come in and delete comments or what have you.
That said, back to Hopper. One of my favorite parts of “The Last Movie” is when Julie Adams turns up, and for all the world her whole demeanor is pretty much “What the hell am I doing here?” To see the starlet who aroused the mammal in the Creature From The Black Lagoon in this particular context is almost as unnerving as seeing Molly Ringwald in Godard’s “King Lear.”
Thanks Glenn, you’ve shriveled my snark-hose right down to furl-able size.
How about a little love for the eternally underrated Don Gordon, who plays mortified Abbott to Hopper’s hophead Costello in both THE LAST MOVIE and OUT OF THE BLUE?
And speaking of OUT OF THE BLUE (detractors, look again: BLUE VELVET is unthinkable without it): not since GODZILLA has Raymond Burr been used to such, uhm, cinephilic effect!
I’m sorry, but occasional insights aside, Chuck Stephens is a hate letter to humanity. Every time I stumble upon his comment-section sniping I feel like I’ve stepped in rhetorical dog shit. I like many of the essays he’s written for Film Comment (stuff on early Apichatpong especially) but this dude makes Armond White seem as supportive as a summer camp counselor. If you don’t have anything nice to say, Chuck, then just shut up.
Another cineaste afraid of her own name, disappointed by my lack of support. Deary me.
Okay, this I gotta hear—how is BLUE VELVET unthinkable without OUT OF THE BLUE?
OK, while the last thing I want is for this thread to turn into a debate on the relative merits of C.S.‘s rhetorical practice, I have to admit that the phrase “makes Armond White seem as supportive as a summer camp counselor” made me chortle. But say what you will about C.S.‘s lack of supportiveness, unlike A.W. he’s scrupulous about getting his facts straight. He’s also a curmudgeon as opposed to a lunatic.
Again, though; moving right along: Yes, Don Gordon, who also appears in “Out of the Blue,” is an exemplary foil. The cast of “Last Movie” would be a notable one in any context—other members include Sylvia Miles and Tomas Milian—but they’re a particular kick to watch in such a resolutely radical context.
My name is Amy Brand, I work in the provost office of a Boston university, and I approve this message: get a life, Chuck.
FYI, I have no intention of getting into a back-and-forth with you, so don’t expect me to reply to your next round of nastiness. No doubt you’ll probably take my silence as proof that you’ve “won.” I hope those Pyrrhic victories may you feel a little less miserable.
FB: I’d start with the image of Hopper stuffing Linda Manz’s blue nightgown into his mouth while sexually terrorizing her, and start counting the correspondences from there. I haven’t seen OUT OF THE BLUE in many years, so I guess it’s time to unwrap the .99 cent copy I got at the grocery stuff last year and enjoy anew.
Does Hopper do any gown-munching in OotB? I don’t recall, although that final scene is so badly lit and indifferently shot that maybe it happened and I missed it. I had just taken the nightgown bit as more of Lynch’s fabric-fetish (which I don’t mean at all negatively—the obsessive care with which he plans his films’ drapery is part of their whole obsessive-compulsive gestalt), rather than a reference (and find it hard to imagine Lynch referencing a movie made after about 1964 anyway). Still a ways from “unthinkable”.
Honestly, I’d be really interested to read a solid defense of OUT OF THE BLUE—given my love for THE LAST MOVIE, I’d be delighted to have a reason to regard OotB as something other than messily lit, sub-hackishly shot (so… many… medium masters), and sloppily scripted (in contrast to TLM, with its intricate connections from first to last, everything in OotB seems to come out of nowhere and is never brought up again, except for the “punk” dialogue, which is just embarassing). Hell, maybe the cheapo DVD I have was such a terrible print that someone could post screencaps proving the real movie looks much better!
I just scanned to the (quite brightly lit) scene I was recalling: it’s not a nightgown, but a pair of dark blue/black panties Manz stuffs into “Daddy’s” mouth while be groans into her groin, then slaps his face. It’s at about the 1:26min mark. I will rewatch the film later this week, and perhaps say more then. In the meantime, your beloved Hoberman (and mine) wrote a fantastic review of OOTB when it first opened in Manhattan; I doubt it’s online though.
FB, I think I’d like to read *your* extended take on OOTB, since, as you rightly point out, “everything in OotB seems to come out of nowhere” – appropriate, no, given the film’s title? (I am not being facetious here in any way.)
You might also cut Hopper some slack on OOTB’s production values: at that point in his career, he was lucky to be making a film at all, and doubtless on a merciless budget and timeline, both while shooting and editing, factors entirely reversed from the production circumstances of THE LAST MOVIE.
Nu, I saw OOTB, thought “Well that was a dreary, stupid mess,” and am not all that interested in revisiting—there’s way too many good movies to see in this world. If someone can convince me that there’s more there than I noticed, I’m certainly open to it, but so far, the assertion that the use of a single image of a not-that-uncommon fetish renders BLUE VELVET “unthinkable” without it leaves me dubious.
In the meantime—COLORS, anyone?
Just FYI, if it’s at all possible, track down the OOP Anchor Bay DVD of OUT OF THE BLUE. Nice, widescreen transfer plus Hopper commentary.
The Altman oral history barely mentioned O.C. AND STIGGS. I’d nearly forgotten Hopper & Altman worked together. Anyone have any behind-the-scenes anecdotes on that one?
I LOVE O.C. And Stiggs, though I love the original National Lampoon stories on which it was based even more. I do consider it to be Altman’s most underrated film. But Hopper is just coasting on auto-pilot in that – far better, and il miglior improviser there (and, given his Second City training, likely elsewhere) is Paul Dooley.
I also, per a past post or two, definitely love Out of the Blue. More than The Last Movie, in fact. However, as I’m now at work, I can’t at present hash out the refined aesthetic particulars that led me to this assessment while getting some coding done simultaneously. Sorry, Chuck.
FB mentioned Colors, which I would not have done. But I will mention Backtrack, flaws and all, for its equivalence of art, celebrity and crime. Far from Hopper’s best as actor or director, but it does feature a fine, committed, un-ironic performance from Jodie Foster and bananas cameos like Bob Dylan as a chainsaw-wielding sculptor!
BACKTRACK also features Vincent Price, so that’s a day I woulda loved to have been on the set.
THE LAST MOVIE is the kind of mad movie I adore, and don’t tire of it simply because it’s so bizarre yet there’s a powerful theme at work about the nature of film and reality. Would love to see more of the miles of footage they shot…
As fer Julie Adams, I love her in the LAST MOVIE – she’s still gorgeous and in an old PSYCHOTRONIC (RIP) interview said she had a great time making it. To quote DAZED AND CONFUSED, she was a hip, hip lady.
Fuzz, since you seem to have thoroughly internalized Dorothy Parker’s thoughts on horticulture, I will indeed take you by the hand and sit you down at the table: here are but two telling excerpts from J. Hoberman’s 1988 essay on OUT OF THE BLUE (published in the Walker Film Center’s Hopper festschrift):
“OOTB is Hopper’s most brutal and accomplished movie…Like all of Hopper’s features, it is extremely well-shot…”
Sorry, but that’s as “supportive” as I can be.
Do everybody a favor and ratchet down ‘being an ass’ from 9 to 3 or less please.
Dennis Hopper says: “Armond White’s half an idiot, and that’s the good half.”
The mention of Vincent Price’s (brief) presence in the quirkily entertaining BACKTRACK reminded me that Hopper acted with Price in the venerable star’s final screen appearance, sharing a nicely arch little luncheon scene at the beginning of Bruno Baretto’s 1992 cable movie THE HEART OF JUSTICE. The two men have an easy rapport on-screen. They were friendly in real life; Hopper always credited Price with helping him further his interest in art.
I’m amused that Chuck Stephens seems to think that throat-clearing adjectives like “well shot” and “accomplished” are “telling”. This explains a great deal about generally abysmal writing, wherein waves of spittle are deployed in the hopes of convincing people he’s not as vapid as he sounds. Anyway, on to more interesting subjects than the guy who twitted about MEN IN BLACK 2’s “felicitous charms” (some sentences should earn people to a lifetime of getting punched in the nuts)…
Do any accounts exist of Hopper’s time with Altman on O.C. AND STIGGS? I’m very much in agreement with James that it’s underrated (though A WEDDING remains my choice for most underrated), but it does seem like Hopper isn’t all there (nor, really, is Altman, much as I enjoy the ride). Personal conflicts between two guys too much alike, Hopper’s ongoing substance issues, or just one of those things?
Also—ha anyone seen his “No One”, his appearance on Barbara Stanwyck Show show? The thought of Stanwyck and Hopper batting lines off each other sends a Matthews-like thrill up my leg.
:Personal conflicts between two guys too much alike, Hopper’s ongoing substance issues, or just one of those things?
That’s what I was wondering. Two personalities like that in the early 80s… ironic that it could’ve very well been a low-key shoot sans fun anecdotes.
It was “From Hell to Texas” where Hopper got in trouble with Hathaway, in 1958. Strangely enough, it was with Hathaway that Hopper made his return to mainstream Hollywood films, seven years later, with “Sons of Katie Elder”. I can’t remember where I saw Hopper tell the story. but paraphrasing here, Hopper did his part exactly as Hathaway ordered. When Hopper asked Hathaway if he was acting better, Hathaway replied, “No, you’re acting smarter.”
Fuzz – The closest thing I have to discussions of Hopper on the O.C. and Stiggs set is a dim memory of, of all people, Jane Curtin (who’s as poorly used in that film as Dooley is well. Used. Well-used.), who talked about working with him in an interview on the old Letterman Late Night show. Pretty sure she was on to pitch something else, but she mentioned she had just finished shooting it, and remarked how Hopper was, she emphasized, “VERY INTERESTING to work with…”
So. OK. Not much. Does the recent Altman bio discuss O.C. much as all? Simply for the great, tele-present cameos by Nashville’s own chorus/candidate, Thomas Hal Phillips, it’s something of a must for Altman completists. Not to mention a lovely, sharp performance by a lovely, young Cynthia Nixon, superb King Sunny Ade concert footage, &c.. Utterly monstrous + mind-roasting…or, at least, pretty good, and unquestionably one of Altman’s funniest.
OC is arguably for completists only—I love the return of Hal Phillip Walker, and the shuffling pace, but I may be in the tank for Altman.
I do hope that his Barbara Stanwyck Show appearance gets reissued as well! As Keith Phipps’ excellent piece at The Onion points out, Hopper was interestingly poised between the old studio-system ethos of “hit the mark, say the line, get out” and the New Hollywood excesses of The Method. Given that Stanwyck was so firmly on the former side, there might be some interesting sparks flying (though that was still during his TV days, when he was basically a hardworking young professional).
And say—how has everyone resisted heading their blog entries with a still of Hopper picking his nose in LAND OF THE DEAD? He has so many great moments in that movie, particularly the shooting of the board member near the end, which is a little masterpiece of comic timing. No matter how many times I see it, it still gets a chuckle.
@James Keepnews: A page and a half to O.C. & STIGGS in the bio (including a line from Maslin’s review in which she called it a “lively, colorful satire”). Not one word about Hopper. Basically, MGM didn’t like Altman’s cut, but he was too depressed to fight them and the studio finished it.
Glenn – Your post reminded me of another interesting Hopper-starring indie that hasn’t been seen much since its 1973 release, KID BLUE, a “revisionist Western” directed by James Frawley and co-starring Warren Oates and Peter Boyle. Worthy of inclusion in any decent Hopper retrospective.