Showing posts with label gorky park. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gorky park. Show all posts

Saturday, March 21, 2020

I finally saw: Gairkway Parkway

Some things you remember for absolutely no reason at all. This is one of those.

July, 1984. Cali, Colombia. No, this is not the start to some drug epic. It's the story of a ten-year-old boy who travelled by himself to visit a friend who had returned home from living in America. He stayed with him for about two weeks in a beautiful home that had its own swimming pool. And no, his host family was not part of the drug trade.

But the boy and his host family did indeed go out to the drive-in one night, to see the big new American release Breakin'. And for some reason, 36 years later, that boy retains a memory of having seen the trailer for a movie called Gorky Park, about a murder that takes place in frozen Moscow. It was released in December of 1983 in the U.S. and was finally making it to South America six months later.

It couldn't have disturbed me that much -- the most disturbing thing in this movie, the removal of the faces of the snow-buried victims, could not have appeared in the trailer. Could not have.

So why did this trailer, images of which I can still remember, stick with me for 36 years? It couldn't have just been that I remembered the Spanish pronunciation of the title as being Gairkway Parkway, could it? (I think "Gerkway" looks better, but I pronounce the first syllable as rhyming with "air," not "her.")

I won't explore the eccentricities of my ten-year-old brain here today. Instead, I'm here to tell you that I noticed this movie popping up on Stan earlier this week, and I watched it on Thursday night, scratching the itch of the ominous curiosity that formed in my brain 36 years ago and never left.

With all this build-up, I wish I had a more interesting payoff.

This was a fine movie. It didn't disturb me, though it had a good early 80s synth score (by James Horner, who could work in that mode apparently) that set up the possible conditions for that. It's a fairly average murder mystery, I suppose, though the detail of taking place in the former Soviet Union made it a bit more memorable in that regard.

My biggest takeaways:

- I was surprised there were so many actors I knew in this film. Having never even really looked up the film before now, and having not known who these people were back when I saw the trailer, I was surprised to learn that it starred William Hurt, Lee Marvin and Brian Dennehy, and that Ian Bannen (Waking Ned Devine) and none other than the emperor himself, Ian McDiarmid, make small appearances. I guess I figured that since it was a movie set in Russia, and that the trailer I saw was in Spanish, there was something doubly foreign about it. Except no, it's just a Hollywood movie, directed by Michael Apted.

- I was distracted by how handsome William Hurt is. I guess Hurt was probably always considered a heartthrob, but I hadn't remembered thinking of him that way previously. He's sparklingly beautiful in this film.

- The uncovering of the dead bodies with their faces removed was, indeed, pretty disturbing. Maybe that did make it into the trailer? But if so, why isn't that the thing I remember most? Maybe they mentioned it, though I don't believe that trailer had subtitles, though I guess the trailer was probably in English with a Spanish voiceover, though really, I'm just not sure.

One thing that surprised me was how many people seem to know about Gorky Park and have some affection for it, which is strange because I literally didn't think I'd heard a single other mention of it between 1984 and now. The next day I told a friend I'd watched it, and he recalled seeing it in the theater with his parents. As I was watching, my wife walked through the living room and got a little smile on her face, like she was calling to mind some fond memory. When I told her what movie it was, she said "Oh yeah," with that fond smile growing a little more definite.

Who knows, maybe she had her own Colombian drive-in movie experience with it.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Check one off the list


In a post I wrote earlier this year about confronting our cinematic fears, I wrote that I still cherished a primal fear I felt when watching the trailer to Lifeforce back in 1985. I was able to cherish that fear primarily because I still had not seen the movie. Watching it would, of course, reveal it to be some cheesy movie from the 1980s with as little power to scare me as Teen Wolf.

Yup.

In fact, this alternate poster I found for Lifeforce is about the scariest thing in the movie. There are some decent animatronic effects (considering it was 1985), and there are more than a couple decent shots and camera angles. A couple of the shots of one creature sucking the titular "substance" out of another were a tad spooky. But overall, for being a movie about vampires from space, it was pretty boring. If I had watched in 1985, however, I would have absolutely loved the high boob quotient. (Not that I don't still like boobs, just that I don't watch movie solely to see them.)

It was a perilous decision to push it to the top of my queue. After all, its potential to be scary was always more powerful than how scary it could ever really be. In fact, there's often a certain disappointment to watching movies that we think will scare us. If they don't, not only is that a disappointment in and of itself, but it also diminishes by one the number of potentially scary movies we haven't seen. And yes, I do see that as two separate things.

When my guests and I got through watching on Saturday night, it was late, and we were all losing the battle against our droopy eyelids. But I decided to stay up long enough afterward to watch the trailer, one of the DVD extras. Consider it one last attempt to recreate that indescribable horror I'd felt as a child.

Nope. Not only was the trailer itself not very scary, but it couldn't have been the one I saw, since the main naked vampire woman (Mathilda May) proudly displayed her naked vampire boobs. I'm pretty sure I saw the trailer on TV, and even if I hadn't, I think I would have remembered seeing boobs in a trailer. And then that's what I would have associated this trailer with, not with fear. Plus, the voiceover of the square announcer further removes it from the realm of something that could have scared me.

Oh well.

Where shall I turn now? What film I haven't seen will fill that quotient for potential terror?

Well, I still haven't seen Gorky Park. That's another trailer I remember having quite an effect on me, for some unknown reason. When I watched it at the drive-in in Cali, Colombia, where I was visiting a Colombian family who had returned home after a couple years living in my hometown, I remember being chilled -- quite literally -- by the dead bodies in the Russian snow. And that the title was pronounced something like "Gerk-way Park-way" in Spanish.

But looking it up now, I discover that it isn't even a horror -- rather, a detective movie.

Time to dig a little deeper ...