Remakes of classics suck, right? "Not so fast," says Judge Steve Evans.
Our reviews of The John Frankenheimer Collection (published January 22nd, 2008), The Manchurian Candidate (1962) (published October 4th, 2004), and The Manchurian Candidate (1962) (Blu-ray) (published June 2nd, 2011) are also available.
This summer everything is under control.
Director Jonathan Demme defies expectations by delivering a top-notch thriller, updated to reflect contemporary paranoia. His film is a worthy companion piece to the classic 1962 original.
Facts of the Case
During the Gulf War, members of a platoon led by Captain Bennett Marco (Denzel Washington) and Sgt. Raymond Shaw (Liev Schreiber, The Sum of All Fears) are kidnapped and brainwashed. With no memory of their ordeal, the soldiers return to U.S. forces. Shaw is awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor. A decade later, now-Congressman Shaw mounts his vice presidential campaign under the oppressive tutelage of his mother Eleanor Shaw (Meryl Streep), a powerful U.S. senator and right-wing ideologue.
The Shaw campaign warchest is underwritten by Manchurian Global, a secretive equity fund focused on military contracts. Marco and other members of his old platoon gradually recall details of their kidnapping, including murders and a mammoth cover-up extending to the highest reaches of political power in the United States. Vowing to uncover the truth, Marco must first convince Shaw that the would-be vice president is actually a programmed killing machine waiting to be set in motion by unknown controllers.
Learning of this production a year before its theatrical release in August 2004, I was predisposed to loathe Director Jonathan Demme's The Manchurian Candidate as another ill-conceived remake from the artistically bankrupt rubes who rule Hollywood. How could they improve on perfection? The late John Frankenheimer's original Manchurian Candidate (1962) remains the ultimate political thriller; a pungent satire redolent with cold-war paranoia. Years ahead of its time, the original works superbly on multiple levels—as thriller, mystery, or political satire. It is a poignant exploration of the psychosis produced by brainwashing, torture, and the psychological manipulations of a dysfunctional family, which may be the most devastating form of mind control. Frankenheimer's direction reflects the artistic sensibility of a profoundly intelligent man working at the height of his creative powers. Sadly, the director would never again scrape the stratospheric heights of excellence that he reached in 1962 with this film, powered by a dream cast of Frank Sinatra as Bennett Marco and Lawrence Harvey as the programmed assassin Raymond Shaw. With screenwriter George Axelrod (who adapted Richard Condon's 1959 novel), these men produced "the most poundingly suspenseful political thriller ever made" according to People Magazine. No argument here. Dr. Strangelove, Stanley Kubrick's incredible satire of nuclear madness, is the lone film that even approximates the scabrous socio-political commentary of The Manchurian Candidate. Frankenheimer's masterpiece mocks the far right as red-baiting dupes angling for any excuse to seize power. The film likewise ridicules the liberal left as flaccid and ineffectual. The great director once said that his objective was to scorn all forms of political extremism as equally moronic and dangerous; he succeeded beyond his wildest aspirations.
So it was hard to imagine that a Manchurian "remake" could serve any interest beyond commercial, much less touch the source material for timeliness and audacity. There were other reasons to worry that Hollywood was about to bastardize another classic film.
An undeniably talented director, Demme (The Silence of the Lambs) hadn't had a hit in years. His most recent film, The Truth About Charlie, was a gawdawful remake of Stanley Donen's classic caper comedy Charade, with Cary Grant and Audrey Hepburn.
But in revisiting The Manchurian Candidate, Demme has redeemed himself. I was wrong to harbor such paranoia about his abilities and motivations in tackling this project. Now I'm inclined to be paranoid about the world he depicts.
That said, Demme's film is not so much a remake but a clever re-imagining of key elements from Frankenheimer's picture, updated to reflect contemporary fears about international conglomerates and the frightening influence these corporations wield over politicians. Once in office, their powers, to paraphrase a key line from the original film, "make marshal law look like anarchy." All it takes is enough money.
Instead of Communists posing as right-wingers, the conspirators in Demme's film are part of the U.S. military-industrial complex (Halliburton is the obvious inspiration), pulling the strings of conservatives and liberals alike. The villains do not hide in Manchuria inside Communist China. They are hidden in plain sight, within the executive offices of Manchurian Global. Their objective is not so much power or influence—those are just means to an end. They want military contracts worth billions of dollars.
Washington takes on the Sinatra role of Ben Marco, whose Gulf War nightmares threaten his sanity. Marco knows something happened to his platoon in the Kuwaiti desert, and he begins to suspect that his former sergeant may be involved in a conspiracy for corporate control of the White House. Shaw's mother, U.S. Senator Eleanor Prentiss Shaw, plays every political card in her hand to get Raymond on the presidential ticket, setting the chess board in motion. Here, Washington takes a blessed reprieve from his recent slate of low-brow action films to play a tormented man who realizes with dawning horror that someone has been tinkering inside his brain. Schreiber turns in serviceable work as the arrogant yet strangely sympathetic Raymond, a clockwork orange assembled to seize power for his unknown handlers. Schreiber seems to be channeling Lawrence Harvey's performance from the original film, and this sparks a distracting comparison. But Streep is the real show here, stealing her scenes and occasionally chewing them up in a sly parody of—indeed—could she be mocking a well-known U.S. Senator from New York? In interviews, Streep has discouraged parallels between her character and the public persona of Hilary Rodham Clinton. Let viewers decide. Her Senator Shaw is ruthlessness defined. The good news is that Streep does not try to mimic Angela Lansbury's career-defining performance as a power-crazed mother lusting after her own son. Streep's work stands as a unique creation, distinct from the original yet no less horrifying.
As Senator Shaw's political nemesis, Jon Voight handles the role of liberal Senator Thomas Jordan, whose daughter once loved Raymond. Dean Stockwell is perfectly cast as a corporate toady, greasing the skids between Manchurian Global and Washington, D.C. Political junkies will delight in some of the cameos peppered throughout this picture, while cult film fans will have to look quick to catch Roger Corman, the famed B-movie producer-director who gave Demme his first break in the business.
The script by Daniel Pyne and Dean Georgaris is the most intelligently adapted screenplay produced in the weak year that was 2004. Knowledgeable fans of the original film will enjoy the sheer audacity of this tricky update. There is not a line of superfluous dialogue, not a single unnecessary word. This is tight, on-point screenwriting at its best. Demme lets his actors run with this rich dialogue, while the director fills his frame with subtle visual wit. Viewers are especially urged to scan the margins of Demme's film, because the director likes to paint in the corners.
Technically, the DVD is nearly flawless, with only one fleeting video artifact. Reference-quality Dolby Digital audio comes in a choice of languages. A fair selection of supplemental material rounds out the package, including a lively and informative director's commentary that shows Demme at the top of his form. The making-of documentary and cast notes are disappointingly brief at 15 minutes each.
The Rebuttal Witnesses
Some will accuse Demme of copping out with a (relatively) upbeat ending, but that's like saying you'd rather be ripped apart by tiger sharks instead of barracudas. Also, Denzel Washington doesn't look much like Frank Sinatra, although he is a better actor.
Demme's film and Frankenheimer's classic original make fascinating bookends around the last 40 years of U.S. politics. Each belongs in every discriminating film lover's collection. The pair would make an outstanding double feature, and as such are highly recommended.
Demme's Manchurian Candidate is free to go. So are the rest of you, before I'm forced to read the Riot Act.
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