DEATHDREAM (1974; d: Bob Clark, written by Alan Ormsby)
Just below its veneer of cut-rate drive-in confection and requisite supernatural scares, DEATHDREAM seethes with a very real
anger.
It's an anger for a protracted, senseless war, and the futility of the generation gap. Anger after years of Nixon and the draft. Anger at the lie in the heart of the American ideal, at the lies we tell ourselves.
It's an anger for a protracted, senseless war, and the futility of the generation gap. Anger after years of Nixon and the draft. Anger at the lie in the heart of the American ideal, at the lies we tell ourselves.
And like so many young men before him,
Andy Brooks will die on a lonely battlefield far from home. But as
he lay there in the mud, shot through the back and breathing his last
gasps, a familiar, far-away voice pleads, “No, Andy, don't die...”
Sitting around the dinner table, the
Brooks family finish their prayers and settle into a casual
discussion as they begin eating. It's obvious mom is fixated on Andy's
return—unhealthily so—and Charles Brooks and his daughter Cathy are
clearly worried.
And then, a knock...
“I'm afraid I have some bad news for
you.”
“I'm sorry, Charles...if there's anything I can do.”
“Oooh, I'm gonna call everybody up and we're gonna have a big celebration.”
“It's Andy...”
“No...It's a lie! It's a lie!”
Later that night, Charles wakes up to
find himself alone, his wife's voice carrying from the next room over
in a strange, hypnotic drone...
“You can't die, Andy...You can't
die.”
A searing, coruscating modern rehash of “The Monkey's
Paw”, DEATHDREAM spins that old fable on its head, taking aim at
one of the longest, most contentious wars in American history—and those
it deems, in whatever capacity, complicit.
Later that same night, Charles is again
aroused from sleep, this time by his daughter claiming to hear
somebody poking around downstairs.
And against all reason, what they find creeping around in
the dark is none other than their dear departed boy, Andy, only hours after learning of his demise.
“Andy!”
With emotions sputtering every which way, a lesser ensemble would've been in over its head. Leading the way, John Marley and Lynn Carlin also played husband and wife in John Cassavetes' indie classic, FACES. |
“Oooh, I'm gonna call everybody up and we're gonna have a big celebration.”
“Let's wait awhile, mom.”
“Do you know they actually sent us a
telegram tonight? A telegram that said you were killed?!”
“They actually said that my son was
dead.”
“I was.”
And he lets the words hang there,
unsettled, until a strange grin breaks the tension.
If tonight's odd behavior is a little
off-putting, tomorrow and the next day will test the bounds of their love. Because
Andy came back for a reason, and it isn't to begin civilian life
anew. He's brought some of the war home with him, and with it, a
kind of reckoning.
And so it's revealed their boy, desultory and bleeding sensitivity prior to enlistment, has a newfound ferocity they'd thought him incapable of—along with a new set of marching orders.