Writer-director William Richert
displayed tremendous promise with his first fiction feature, Winter Kills (1979), a strange
conspiracy thriller boasting an incredible cast and a lush look. Although the movie
has as many problems as it does virtues, the style and verve of the piece
seemed to bode well for Richert’s subsequent efforts. Alas, the filmmaker’s
sophomore picture repeated nearly everything that was wrong with his debut
while replicating virtually nothing that was right. Originally released in 1980
as The American Success Company but
now primarily available in a director-approved recut version from 1983 more
succinctly titled Success, the
picture follows the misadventures of Harry (Jeff Bridges), a dorky young man
who secures a comfortable life by marrying beautiful but cold Sarah (Belinda Bauer),
the daughter of Mr. Elliott (Ned Beatty). Mr. Elliot runs the American Success
Company, a doppelganger for American Express, so even though Mr. Elliot
despises Harry, he ensures that Harry gets cushy executive jobs. Tired of being
a doormat for his abusive father-in-law and his withholding wife, Harry assumes
a new secondary identity as “Mack,” a flashy mobster who dresses in garish
clothes, speaks in the Bogart/Cagney/Robinson mode, and walks with a cane.
While pretending to be “Mack,” Harry purchases regular appointments with a
sophisticated hooker, Corinne (Bianca Jagger), in order to improve his
lovemaking. Concurrently, he contrives a scheme to embezzle money from his
employer.
As written by Richert and B-movie icon Larry Cohen, the script never
explains Harry’s methods or motives in a satisfactory fashion, and the tone of
the piece is awkward. Sometimes Richert goes for broad comedy and fails—the
most effective running joke involves premature ejaculation—and sometimes
Richert goes for high-minded satire, even though he misses that mark, as well.
(In one scene, Harry, posing as “Mack,” proposes selling credit cards to an
expanding market—little kids.) Beatty, Jagger, and John Glover give solid
turns, benefiting from consistently written characterizations, but the leading
performances by Bridges and Bauer are disastrous. Bridges clearly didn’t know
whether he was playing a boob or a rake, and Bauer wobbles between incarnating
a dolt and a shrew. Almost nothing works in The
American Success Company, even with the wall-to-wall exposition of the 1983
version’s voiceover. Unsurprisingly, it took Richert years to score his next
feature-directing gig, the middling teen-sex comedy A Night in the Life of Jimmy Reardon
(1988). A decade after that, he helmed his last feature to date, an obscure
1998 version of The Man in the Iron Mask.
The
American Success Company: LAME
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