ARTS The Michigan Daily Sunday, March 15, 1981 Page 7 oriental food to take out FORMERLY LUCKY JIM'S FISN-N-CHIPS 1232 PACKARD 994-3151 open Mon-Sal, 11-9 Sun,3-9 . .S Kinski' By ANNE SHARP Make no mistake about it. Tess has ail the hallmarks of an epic motion pic- ture: splendor, elegance, and an inor- dinately long running time. Like its predecessors in latter-day epic genre, Barry Lyndon and Days of Heaven, it goes on and on (3 hours, ap- proximately), but it's so gorgeous one barely notices the time passing. The film's sourcebook is Thomas Hardy's late 19th century novel, Tess of the D'Urbervilles. Director-co-author Roman Polanski painstakingly recreated the lush green meadows and well-scrubbed farmhouses of Wessex (a mythical English county used by Hardy in numerous novels, including Tess). *The result, photographed by Ghislain Cloquet and the late Geoffry Unsworth, is breathtaking, a soft focus, pastel- tinged, nostalgic ode to Victorian coun- try life. THEMATICALLY, though, Tess is not a very pretty picture. In a literary sense, Polanski's Tess is a little removed from Hardy's Bucoloc, earthy Wessex tales. It is reminiscent of one of those romantic ballads by *William Wordsworth in which some wildeyed lass is always roaming the moors, clutching a decomposing baby ad muttering, "Sleep, my pretty one the world won't find us here." Like Wordsworth, Polanski loves to vweep over the woman-as-victim-of- men, but it's a double bind; in order to sympathize with her he must first regard her as helpless and impotent, like the terrified, psychotic in Repulsion, or the haunted, doomed specter of Simone Choule in The Tenant (two of Polanski's earlier films). Tess Durbeyfield (Nastassia Kinski) is a poor but beautiful farm girl who en- ters unwillingly into a brief affair with Stokes (Leigh Lawson), a rich, aging libertine. She escapes from Stokes, whose only power over her is his money - but not before he impregnates her. Stokes' child dies in infancy, and Tess, shattered and guilty, goes to work at a dairy farm. THERE, SHE falls in love with another wealthy man, an idealistic, saintly young Marxist named Angel Clare (Peter Firth). Angel marries her, then abandons her in disgust when she confesses her past to him. Tess even- tually returns to Stokes;,Angel returns to beg her forgiveness, and she mur- ders her lover and runs away with Angel. "What is this strange temptation misery holds for you?" a frustrated Stokes asks Tess at one point. deflates Polanski' s 'Tess' ders herself to the authorities, at last, without a struggle, blandly accepting her long-anticipated punishment, just as she unthinkingly accepted Stokes' gifts after the rape. Nastassia Kinski does, as numerous critics have noted, look a lot like a very young Ingrid Bergman, almost frighteningly so, but there the resem- blance ends. Bergman was, and is, a striking film presence, not so much for her beauty (compared to a lot of other actresses at the time, she was fairly plain and coarse-looking) but for her fresh, graceful liveliness, and that in- credible, lowing voice of hers. In comparison, Kinski comes across here as just a vaguely pretty little girl. Polanski wants us to view Tess as a silent, suffering goddess of Virtue Wronged, and Kinski obliges by remaining virtually static before his camera, barely speaking, eyes per- petually downcast, a vacant, sullen ex- pression on her face.'This is a mistake. No actress, no matter how cute she is, can fascinate an audience for 31/2 hours by impersonating a whipped puppy. IN CONTRAST, Peter Firth makes a superlative, androgynous Angel, in- finitely more loveable, for all his faults, than Kinski'$ stony Tess. Firth's Angel does have an ethereal quality, all blond delicate curls and soft, poetic voice. His courtship of Tess is so pure, so lyrical that it comes as a dreadful shock when he rejects her, spouting inane Marxist rhetorilc about the degenerate aristocracy. Tess, by the way, is the descendant of a fallen race of British nobility, which is why she handles herself with such warped dignity. Phillipe Sardi's music for Tess is, regrettably, bad-schmaltzy, plod- ding, and completely out of place in this subtle, delicate film. At one point, Tess' mother croons a pretty, singsongy lullaby to one of her children. Sardi pounces on this gentle melody with elephantine glee, and incorporates it in- to his score as a recurring theme for Lost Innocence. Thus, when Tess buries her illegitimate baby in a lonely wood, a dissonate cluster of church bells bangs deafeningly over the soundtrack, while a phalanx of horns and st'rings blares a reprise of the lullaby. Whether or not Tess is a great film, or even one of Polanski's more important works, remains to be seen. For the moment, it is an intriguing, lovely film which, despite glaring flaws, (i.e., Kin- ski and Sardi), cannot be shrugged off lightly. The U-M Professional Theatre Program Michigan Ensemble heatre Ann Arbor's Own Professional Theatre Company Resident DEBUT PRODUCTION Henrik Ibsen's A Do//House March 25- 29, 8 pm Lydia Mendelssohn Theatre Sunday at 2pm and 8pm Special Half-Price Preview March 24, 8pm Tickets at PTP Call 764-0450 Nastassia Kinski plays the title role in Roman Polanski's 'Tess,' based on the novel by Thomas Hardy. The film attempts the epic proportions of 'Barry Lyndon,' but is hampered by a wooden performance by Kinski and a dreary musical score. Still, Polanski's loving treatment has wrought a breathtakingly beautiful film that has earned six Academy Award nominations. Feminists may well recoil at this, but it's a historically accurate concept. Tess is a consummate masochist, the ultimate in pristine Victorian heroines. She performs the sexual act out of duty or forced compliance, not for any reason remotely resembling physical desire. The film chronicles Stokes' en- tire affair yith Tess in three brief, jarring sequences. First, Stokes seduces Tess (or, more accurately, rapes her) vith no more provocation than an innocent kiss. We then see Stokes giving an uncertain-s looking Tess a new hat, and finally, there is Stokes rowing a punt, with a resentful Tess in the bow, pouting and sulking away in her new finery. THE SUFFERING that Tess imposes on herself for the affair - ruining her marriage with Angel, the caroming back and forth between these two cruel, thoughtless men, destroying all chan- ces for happiness in the process - is all out'of proportion to her actual guilt in the matter. Tess is not a particularly moral character. She is, rather, a stodgy, witless, anhedonic zero. She didn't have to kill Stokes, and she never regrets the murder itself. She surren- ThZUnvesiy ofMch1a Colee f itrauS cine ndteAt Proessr.C-de-. Cob Films reflect economic, political realities By RJ SMITH Does the Laffer Curve apply to non- Hollywood films? In the past few weeks there have been written analyses btrying to make connections between A) fThe Reagan rule B) the new mood of conservatism hissing across the coun- try C) the crummy economy and A) late-night television B) new wave music C) clothing styles D) board games. Deep thinkers on both sides of the fence have been poking about ob- sessively in all areas of American life, looking for signs that the Reagan epoch is already influencing everything. It's a rather dirty business, trying to hook up falling soybean futures or the popularity of Carl Sagan with cbntem- porary political events. And yet, it feels so apt to make certain comparisons in regard to this year's Ann Arbor Film Festival. Friday evening three shows offered a handful of signals that the economy is indeed affecting the making of such films, and that the right wing atmosphere is being felt by a notable number of filmmakers. Dan Dinello's off-hand, zany Rock Lobster had a sub= theme of oil crisis, anti-Arab paranoia, and the quick Economicomideration- sman had an up-to-the-minute, all-in-a- minute outlook on the twilight of capitalism. TWO FILMS among the most well- received were ones which seemed af- fected by current events in a different fashion. Leon "Peck" Clark: Basket- maker, by Bill Ferris and Judy Peiser and Jeffrey Pohn's Parting Shot were both made with an enormous staff and, *it would seem, a strong eye toward future television. There's nothing wrong with being oh the tube - God knows, Basketmaker is a far better documentary than last year's Elvin Jones: A Different Drummer, which has since popped up on public television on several oc- casions. But who says you have to be so plain, so formulaic, to be noticed by a mass audience? Is this an ambition spawned by the need to recoup from losses incurred in the making of a film? It raises the question of how the economy affects palatability . Parting Shot was so pat and shiny it stuck out ludicrously from everything else on the bill. The nugget at the center of the story was pure fun: a filmmaker from Hollywood's glory days gets into an auto accident and is confined to a wheelchair, where age helps him become a barely-anchored cyclone of delerious schemes. But the film rapidly becomes pure sitcom. All the characters - the direc- tor, his nice guy son, his Japanese caretaker, his son's girlfriend - are painted with oh-so-loveable strokes. The tale unfolds into a conventional, mild-mannered yarn about a youth trying to break away from home and his father. At forty nine minutes, it left me wondering about its compatability with television (add the usual eleven minutes of commercials, and instant hour-long special!). NOT EVERYTHING on Friday's docket seemed to refer to the im- mediate political climate. Perhaps the best thing of the evening, Stan Vander- beek's Curious Phenomena, was another of his computer animation works, this one far more satisfying than his entry last year. Curious Phenomena came up with a handful of fascinating forms created on a computer screen, which rotated slowly to reveal not only other sides but also unfolded tran- smutations of the original form. Also worth noting is Paul Winkler's Urban Spaces, which played with per- ceptions of foreground and background by juxtaposing strips showing human and automotive traffic with fascinating abstractions of the sides of tall buildings._ But time and again, the nature of the times kept surfacing. And was that some kind of longing for the 60s I noticed in the psychedelic discoveries of the body and employment of that ultra-60s flickering, in Eric Seibert's Umbra, unabashed anti-consumerism of Bill Farley's Made For Television? It's impossible to imagine any loosely- linked group of filmmakers agreeing on the nature of our age, and how to respond to it. The ones in this year's film festival clearly do not. But many of. them seem keen to respond in some way to things that are going on politically - trends and events which were initiated long befqre Reagan was voted into office. The kinds of sound colorations which this orchestra produces easily and yet precisely border on the unimaginable." - Wiesbadener Tagblatt, Frankfurt I Andre Previn, Conductor Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra Haydn: Symphony No. 83 in G minor ("La Poule") Ravel: Rapsodie Espagnole Prokofiev: Symphony No. 5, Op. 100 Thursday March19 at 8:30 Hili Auditorium Tickets at: $12.50, $10.50, $9.00, j ,~$7.00 and $5.00. 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