Never released on home video and rarely seen after its theatrical release, THE GODFATHER cinematographer Gordon Willis’ sole directorial effort WINDOWS makes its digital bow courtesy of MGM’s manufactured-on-demand DVD program.
Recently separated but still working in close confines with her husband (Russell Horton, ANNIE HALL), Emily (Talia Shire, THE GODFATHER) is viciously assaulted in her apartment one night after work by a switchblade-wielding pervert. The trauma brings back her childhood stuttering problem and she is unable to even describe what little she remembers of the attack to investigating officer Luffrano (Joseph Cortese, EVILSPEAK). Unable to remain in her old Brownstone apartment, she quickly picks up and moves across the Brooklyn Bridge to an apartment building. Unfortunately, this doesn’t sit well with her former neighbor Andrea (Elizabeth Ashley, the sinister nurse of COMA) with whom she also shares an almost-negligently disinterested shrink (Michael Lipton, NETWORK) who proves ineffective in addressing Emily’s issues and Andrea’s tendency towards obsessive attachments. Soon enough, Andrea has taken a loft on the river and is spying on poor Emily with a massive phallic telescope, and she violently disapproves of the budding relationship between Emily and Luffrano.
Photographed and directed by two-time Academy Award-nominated – for ZELIG and THE GODFATHER, PART III – cinematographer Gordon Willis, WINDOWS is either a psychological drama with emphasis on the wrong character or a thriller that shoots itself in the foot early on. Had it been a psychological drama following Andrea’s psychological problems and her obsession with cypher Emily, then it might not have mattered it is entirely obvious from her very first scene that Andrea is wacko. Since it is revealed extremely early on that Andrea has set up Emily’s assault at the hands of a sketchy cab driver (Rick Petrucelli) – I’m sorry, it’s not a spoiler, look at the poster image, any synopsis of the film (including the single sentence on the back of MGM’s cover), and you know the film isn’t about an unknown stalker terrorizing the heroine but specifically a woman terrorizing another woman (the film’s TV spot seems to be the only advertising that tries to suggest it’s a woman stalked by madman scenario) – and we see that Andrea is behind every unnerving thing that happens to Emily along the way, there is more suspense coming from wondering how the script will contrive to create clues for Luffrano to suspect Andrea than from how long it will take Emily to wise up about her friend’s strange behavior. The scenario – such as it is in Barry Siegel’s sole writing credit – would perhaps have worked more effectively as a piece of 1970s or 1980s Italian softcore erotica (or perhaps a 1990s Skinemax offering).
Shire is supposed to be mousy here, but underplays her role so meekly and pathetically that it even seems as if Cortese’s detective is taking advantage by striking up a romantic relationship with the victim of a traumatic assault; that said, her character is uninteresting and her performance uneven. Ashley is pretty unsubtle from the start and not given a lot to work with in terms of character depth, but she really takes advantage of her scenes in the therapist’s office to eke out some sympathy by conveying the palpable emotional pain caused to herself by her obsession. She then goes effectively overboard for the climax, but manages to transcend chewing the scenery and become genuinely unnerving (until Emily spoils things). Veteran actress Kay Medford (A FACE IN THE CROWD) plays one of Emily’s concerned neighbors.
Before Woody Allen forged his collaboration with cinematographer Carlo DiPalma (TERROR CREATURES FROM THE GRAVE), Willis was his cinematographer of choice, having photographed INTERIORS, MANHATTAN, STARDUST MEMORIES, A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S SEX COMEDY, ZELIG and THE PURPLE ROSE OF CAIRO. From the Allen films, he brought with him to the film production designer Mel Bourne (THE FISHER KING), art director Les Bloom (TAXI DRIVER), costume designer Clifford Capone (AMITYVILLE 3-D), and associate producer/production manager John Nicolella (THE FAN), as well as, of course, Shire from THE GODFATHER films (Petrucelli had bit parts in THE GODFATHER and ANNIE HALL and would later appear in PURPLE ROSE OF CAIRO). Willis’ own cinematography emphasizes neon signs and artwork in the night exteriors, backlighting and rim-lighting in the shadowy interiors, and bathes the New York daytime exteriors in a perpetual autumnal afternoon glow. Ennio Morricone (ONCE UPON A TIME IN AMERICA) phones in a score that is slick but often buried in the mix and adding nothing to the scenes it underlines (the soundtrack was never issued on LP and only recently received a CD release courtesy of Quartet Records in Spain).
It might be said that slickness is a problem with this film, which manages to come across as more sleazy than if the same idea had been filmed on a lower budget with more exploitative nudity and bloodshed (Andrea’s smoking, lip-licking, groaning and grunting suggests that she’s doing something more out of frame than simply watching Emily through the telescope); if WINDOWS were a product of the grindhouse, then the whole “murderously possessive lesbian” aspect of the script would feel less retrograde than it does in a studio pic that thinks itself too classy to include insert close-ups of Shire’s (or a body double’s) torso – once again not conflating the viewer’s gaze with that of the victim’s assailant – and elides the violence, sexual or otherwise, through slow dissolves or cutting away as if there was any ambiguity to be created about the outcome of these sequences. Despite the politically incorrect obsessive lesbian depiction, one is more apt to draw comparisons to FATAL ATTRACTION – one almost wonders if Glenn Close (or director Adrian Lyne) had Elizabeth Ashley’s performance in mind – than BASIC INSTINCT or SINGLE WHITE FEMALE. The setup of WINDOWS itself may even have been inspired by “The Telephone” episode of Mario Bava’s BLACK SABBATH (minus either of the sting-in-the-tail endings of the American and Italian versions).
Willis can light beautiful images, but he is not much of a director and shows little affinity for the genre (in fact, he was nominated for “Worst Director” for the film at the 1981 Razzies). A Brian De Palma would have kept an eye on establishing rhyming images and forging relationships between people and objects with the movement of the camera, while a John Carpenter – who had recently directed the similarly-themed SOMEONE’S WATCHING ME for television – would have made the viewer complicit in the voyeuristic stalking of the heroine. The film’s POV shots – whether through the telescope or representing Andrea’s eyes – are always clearly delineated from the camera’s own gaze. Even another contemporary cinematographer/director Peter Hyams (BUSTING) might have kept created a more visually interesting picture with the same low-key lighting. Willis went back to working solely as a cinematographer after this with the aforementioned 1980s Woody Allen pics, Herbert Ross’ PENNIES FROM HEAVEN, BRIGHT LIGHTS BIG CITY, THE PICK-UP ARTIST, THE GODFATHER PART III, and another flawed thriller: the Aaron Sorkin-scripted MALICE. WINDOWS was the second producer credit for Mike Lobell who has also abandoned the genre in favor of comedies like CHANCES ARE, THE FRESHMAN and STRIPTEASE.
MGM’s single-layer manufactured-on-demand DVD presents windows in a progressive, anamorphic widescreen (1.85:1) transfer (the poster artwork states that it is in Panavision, but it’s a spherical film and Panavision would later distinguish between anamorphic movies “Filmed in Panavision” and flat movies “Filmed with Panavision cameras and lenses”). The presentation starts without a modern MGM logo (the stereo roaring one with the MGM website address beneath); instead, it opens with a vintage Transamerica United Artists logo. The transfer appears to be new with neon colors leaping off the screen during the opening credits and well-defined blacks in the silhouetted and rimlit chiaroscuro setups; however, the master has not undergone the type of clean-up one expects of MGM’s HD restorations, and there are several intermittent passages of white speckling (usually at the reel-changes). It still looks good, but not what one expects of a studio title. The Dolby Digital 2.0 mono track fares better, capturing the highs and lows of Ashley’s hysterics without distortion while also clearly rendering Morricone’s score. MGM’s cover art reproduces the original theatrical poster faithfully, only cropping away the credits list at the bottom and reprinting this information on the back instead. As with other MGM MOD discs, there is only a main menu screen and the film has been divided up into chapters at ten minute intervals. Sadly, no trailer has been included. (Eric Cotenas)
BACK TO REVIEWS