Novelist
Ira Levin came up with some of the kickiest thriller plots of his era,
providing the source material for the films Rosemary’s
Baby (1967) and The Stepford Wives
(1972), as well as for this picture. Levin’s book The Boys from Brazil blended the sci-fi concept of human cloning
with themes related to the World War II Holocaust into an entertainingly
paranoid fantasy, and an impressive roster of actors and behind-the-camera
talents translated the book into one of the great cinematic guilty pleasures of
the late ’70s. The movie version of The
Boys from Brazil is almost impossible to take seriously, especially because
the leading performances are so over the top as to border on camp, but the
picture unspools at a ferocious speed while stacking thrills atop thrills. It’s
pure escapism. That is, so long as one sets aside the question of whether it
was in good taste to predicate a popcorn movie on the murders of six million
Jews. (Although, to be fair, The Boys
from Brazil can be viewed as a revenge fantasy against one of the Third
Reich’s worst real-life monsters.)
Anyway, the story begins in Paraguay, where
a resourceful young American Jew, Barry Kohler (Steve Guttenberg), tracks down
several Nazi war criminals living in exile and stumbles across a conference
during which infamous Nazi surgeon Joseph Mengele (Gregory Peck) outlines a
plan to murder nearly 100 seemingly innocuous 65-year-old men living
throughout the world. Barry transmits his initial findings to Ezra Lieberman
(Laurence Olivier), an aging Nazi hunter based in Austria, who is initially
skeptical. Meanwhile, Mengele discovers Barry’s spying and has the young man
killed, initiating a cat-and-mouse game—can Mengele execute his evil scheme
before Lieberman brings the notorious “Angel of Death” to justice? The Boys from Brazil is an old-fashioned
potboiler with a modern-age twist, because it turns out Mengele’s scheme—stop
if you don’t already know the details—involves “activating” dozens of clones
made from Adolf Hitler’s DNA.
As directed by Franklin J. Schaffner with his
customary elegance, The Boys from Brazil
is simultaneously goofier and smarter than the average thriller. The premise is
outlandish and Levin’s plotting is mechanical, but individual scenes are sharp
and the escalation of tension from start to finish is terrific. Regular
Schaffner collaborator Jerry Goldmsith deserves ample credit for jacking up the
excitement level with his vivacious music, and cinematographer Henri Decaé
lends epic scope with evocative location photography from around the globe. Yet
on many levels this one’s about the acting, because the star power in the
leading roles is formidable.
It’s a hoot to see Olivier play the inverse of his
character in Marathon Man (1976),
which featured the actor as an insane Nazi. Olivier’s acting is way too broad
in The Boys from Brazil, from the
thick accent to the comical eye rolls, but he’s inarguably fun to watch.
Similarly, it’s wild to see beloved leading man Peck play an out-and-out
monster. Peck succumbs to the same excesses as his co-star, employing an
overdone accent and exaggerated facial expressions, but he too is highly
entertaining. Supporting actors lend zest, from the exuberant Guttenberg to
cameo players including Denholm Elliot, Bruno Ganz, Uta Hagen, and Rosemary
Harris. Plus, the always-watchable James Mason has a tasty featured role as
Mengele’s pissy colleague.
The Boys from Brazil: GROOVY
5 comments:
It is indeed fun to see Gregory Peck play a villian and he does it pretty damn well. He played a villian in only one other film during his career 1946's 'Duel in the Sun' and he is effective there as well. You've also introduced me to a new word 'kickiest'. I never heard of it, nor heard anyone else use it, but I like it!
Don't recall when/where I started hearing "kicky" and "kickiest," but they come in handy.
http://www.thefreedictionary.com/kickiest
I loved the incongruity of Olivier and Guttenberg in the same film.
One of my favorite 70's films with a great Goldsmith score. Too bad it falls apart right near the end of the film when the kid confronts Peck and Olivier. The kid couldn't act and he was saddled with some really bad dialogue.
I agree with all the comments so far. I must, however, make mention of two brief scenes I found excruciatingly funny: Gregory Peck's furious comment to perhaps the homeliest woman to ever grace the screen; and John Dehners blunt explanation of why he isn't an antisemite.
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