Saturday, December 24, 2011

The Anderson Tapes (1971)


          Enough goes right in The Anderson Tapes that it’s almost possible to overlook the huge problem at the movie’s center: The main storyline of an apartment-building heist is exciting, but the gimmick of observing certain events through illicit wiretaps and surveillance cameras is pointless. In other words, the “Anderson” part is pretty good, but the “Tapes” part, not so much. Based on a novel by Lawrence Sanders and written and directed, respectively, by future Dog Day Afternoon collaborators Frank Pierson and Sidney Lumet, The Anderson Tapes begins when thief Duke Anderson (Sean Connery) gets released from jail after a 10-year incarceration. He heads straight to the bed of his sexy girlfriend, Ingrid (Dyan Cannon), who lives in a posh apartment building as a wealthy man’s kept mistress. Duke decides Ingrid’s building is a treasure trove waiting to be robbed, so he contacts a well-heeled gangster (Alan King) for backing, and then puts together a motley crew to pull off the job. Anderson’s colorful accomplices include a swishy art expert (Martin Balsam) and a cocksure electronics whiz/safecracker (Christopher Walken).
          As in all of Lumet’s New York-based crime pictures, the pleasure of The Anderson Tapes comes from watching cops and hoodlums methodically plan their respective efforts, because Lumet has a peerless touch for grounding high-stakes action in believable character dynamics. In his universe, crooks and police officers wrestle with mundane problems like budget shortfalls, looming deadlines, and workplace tension. Thanks to these nuances, the robbery scenes and the police-standoff climax are terrific. However, nearly everything else about The Anderson Tapes is wobbly.
          Duke’s relationship with Ingrid is unbelievable, since her loyalty wavers in a manner that’s narratively convenient. Balsam’s characterization is borderline offensive. And the whole business with the surveillance tapes is a miscalculation: We see various parties recording Anderson’s activities, and we get the idea he’s stepped into a web of illegal wiretaps installed to catch bigger fish, but this angle never affects the story. Still, the performances are generally strong. Connery is macho and believably frustrated by his dubious cohorts; King is cheerfully vicious; Cannon is cynical and sultry; and Walken, in his first major screen role, brings his signature twitchy energy. Even Balsam, despite the insensitive characterization, is quite enjoyable. And watch out for future Saturday Night Live star Garrett Morris as a world-weary beat cop.

The Anderson Tapes: FUNKY

1 comment:

freetoairphoenix said...

This is Chris Walken's feature film! He's fantastic as "The Kid" & boy, IS he a kid in this! Adorable- and he is fantastic in it. Every one is- this film had some talk about it being one of the first films to make use of the "surveillance state" as part of the plot. One plot point MANY people may miss- or not pay too much attention to- is the voice recordings being used as blackmail by the very Jewish (yes, it matters) sugar daddy of Dyan Cannon. I feel the writer's let a BIG cat out of the bag with this one. Perhaps it was intentional? During that time, CIA & organized crime (Jewish run,not Italian) made frequent use of blackmail using video and/or tape recordings. This is not a publicly known fact, but well known in law enforcement and government surveillance circles.

You say most of the film is "wobbly"?? I disagree! It's EXCELLENT. Garrett Morris does play a cop here, and unlike many cop films, he actually gets injured (slightly) during his capture of the bad guys,SPOILER ALERT: he got terrible friction burns. In fact during that scene toward the end, I was literally worried about Morris character- gosh how would he be able to hold on to those ropes with those "burns"?
I'd give it a very groovy. Also on Netflix, many of the 70s memorable films are, and I hope for some time. Often overlooked film, and it shouldn't be.