Although Gordon Willis’
directorial debut deserved each one of its five Razzie Award nominations, the
movie is noteworthy exactly because of the ways in which it is terrible. After
dominating the ’70s with his astonishing work as a cinematographer (All the President’s Men, Annie Hall, The
Godfather, etc.), Willis finally stepped into the director’s chair for this
offbeat thriller about shy NYC stutterer Emily (Talia Shire) being
menaced by her unstable neighbor, Andrea (Elizabeth Ashley). Predictably, the
movie looks amazing, with so many beauty shots of the Brooklyn Bridge and the New
York skyline that the film could have been sliced up to make tourism
commercials. Living up to his “Prince of Darkness” nickname, Willis accentuates
the failing light of late afternoons and the smothering shadows
of urban nights. In some scenes, it’s as if Willis challenged himself to see
how little illumination he could use and still record an exposure on film; the
climax, for instance, features a pair of faintly backlit silhouettes juxtaposed
with the dim view seen though a background window. Unfortunately, it seems Willis had no energy left for directing actors after composing his artful
images—the performances in Windows
are so flat that it seems like sleeping gas was pumped into the soundstage
during production. Shire, never the most dynamic performer, tries for a Mia
Farrow-esque brand of fragile anguish, but her character is so dull and
inactive that the actress’ efforts are for naught. Ashley is terrible, using
bugged-out eyes and heavy breathing to convey instability, while leading man Joe
Cortese (playing a detective who romances Emily) is positively zombified. Yet
it’s the script, by Barry Siegel, that really sinks Windows. The storyline comprises a painfully slow succession of
scenes in which interesting things almost
happen, and then even more scenes in which people stand around waiting for things to happen. So even
though Willis’ photography is as regal as ever, his movie is a detour to
Dullsville. Happily, Willis returned to his original vocation for many years of
great work after Windows.
Windows:
LAME
Awkward, muffled film seems like a soft core porn film without the porn.
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