Unquestionably one of the
trippiest movies ever released by a Hollywood studio, the sci-fi/horror saga Altered States was an odd swan song for
Paddy Chayefsky. Following a celebrated career during which his melodramas and
social satires earned the writer three Oscars—for Marty
(1955), The Hospital (1971), and Network (1976)—Chayefsky penned his first
and only novel, Altered States
(1978). Suggested by the experiments of “psychonaut” John C. Lilly, who used
hallucinogens and sensory-deprivation tanks to explore the furthest recesses of
the human mind, Altered States was a
far cry from Chayefky’s usual fare.
Nonetheless, Chayefsky wrote the screen
adaptation of his own book and prepared to make the movie with director Arthur
Penn. Disagreements pushed Penn off the project, and his replacement was Ken
Russell, a British maverick known for boundary-pushing imagery and puerile
fascinations. Chayefsky didn’t click with Russell,
either, but this time it was the writer who left the project, replacing his
name on the script with a pseudonym. Watching Altered States, it’s possible to see why Chayefsky distanced himself
from the movie—which is forever on the verge of self-parody—and yet it’s also
possible to see what made the underlying material so fascinating in the first
place. The protagonist of Altered States tries to scientifically identify the fundamental nature of the human species.
Psychology
professor Edward Jessup (William Hurt) spends time in sensory-deprivation
tanks, treating his visits like exploratory journeys into the outer realms of
consciousness. Even as he clumsily attempts to build a “normal” life
with a beautiful colleague named Emily (Blair Brown), Edward remains obsessed
with his research. That’s why he follows a lead and visits South America,
consuming a powerful drug that elicits mind-expanding hallucinations. Returning
to the U.S., Edward combines the drug and the sensory-deprivation tank, with
shocking results.
By about halfway through its running time, Altered States becomes an out-and-out
fantasy film, complete with elaborate special effects. Seeing as how the
picture is loaded with hyper-articulate dialogue and persuasive scientific
jargon, the introduction of paranormal phenomena makes for a heady shift. Accordingly,
many critics and viewers have dismissed Altered
States as a lark with a great pedigree, even though it arguably belongs on
the same continuum of existential sci-fi as 2001:
A Space Odyssey (1968) and Solaris
(1972). Chayefsky’s style is evident, pseudonym be damned, because no one else
writes lines like this one: “She prefers the senseless pain we inflict on each
other to the pain we would otherwise inflict on ourselves—but I’m not afraid of
that solitary pain.”
Similarly, only Russell could manufacture the out-there
imagery of Edward’s hallucinations: bloody bibles, mutant animals, spewing
volcanoes, naked bodies transforming into sand sculptures that blow away when
attacked by vicious winds. Composer John Corigliano, contributing his
first-ever music score, energizes Russell’s crazy images with an extraordinary
score defined by avant-garde flourishes, insinuating rhythms, and an almost
primal energy. Vivid performances elevate the film, as well. Making his movie
debut, theater-trained William Hurt channels his über-WASP persona into the
spectacularly alive portrayal of a seeker chasing the one thing he finds hardest to grasp—true human connection. Blair Brown
matches him in terms of intelligence and passion, while also adding a layer of
sensuality, and costars Bob Balaban and Charles Haid lend comic relief playing, respectively, the believer and the skeptic in Edward’s social
circle.
Yet perhaps the most interesting aspect of Altered States is that whenever he’s not overseeing whackadoodle
hallucination scenes, Russell provides crackerjack storytelling clarity. He
handles dramatic scenes with restraint and taste, manufacturing fast but
disciplined pacing. One can only imagine what shape Altered States would have taken if Chayefsky and Russell had been
simpatico.
Altered States: GROOVY
2 comments:
A couple of side notes, Chayefsky's real name is Sidney Aaron the pseudonym he used for the screenplay once he left the project. Also, he left the project with a contractual stipulation than no additional dialogue could be written nor could any dialogue be cut within a given scene ( a scene could be cut completely but nothing within the scene could be cut) which accounts for the rapid fire speaking of all the characters involved. And the part of Bill Hurt and Blair Brown's daughter who has maybe one or two shots in the film was played by Drew Barrymore.
This is one of the stupidest films I have ever seen. Worse yet, it is so in love with itself. EGO + STUPIDITY = UGH. Please don't compare to Solaris and other greats.
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