In general, it is unfortunate Hooper's films always fall short of their uniform aspirant potential, for what I gather is he loves and demands dramatic construction in his films (here, a frivolous radio show getting bombarded by impromptu call-to-actions), and, so necessitating, allows it to seep subtly and genuinely into his formally delicate sequence-crafting. It is particularly apparent in his "slasher films," which often have Hooper defensively striving for plot devices that elevate the material past being body-count films (e.g. Toolbox Muders's weak mystery pretenses, The Mangler's dopey class-conscious drama, etc.). TCM 2, ironically (being a campy sequel), probably has the most promise of his entire filmography - its having serious dramatic writer L.M. Kit Carson contributing his wealth of idea, erudition, and rich dramatic scenarios to a slasher sequel. Hooper must have certainly known the boon he had come upon, and Carson's capabilities do faintly bubble beneath the resulting film's goopy, unfocused outer layer (just like Spontaneous Combustion, and I suppose most of Hooper's films: the vestiges of fine dramatic construction lay beneath an unfortunate goop of non-control on top).
But that outer haplessness does not cancel out Hooper's refined, very controlled moment-by-moment efforts, and this is all present in this introductory overture (to keep with the musical analogy) of TCM 2, rendering in a unified - and, as it turns out, heavily musically-accompanied - sequence the subtle symbiosis of jerkosity, bellicosity, and the reluctant combatant; joyriding chumps' idleness only sated by the vindication of hunt, the hunt becoming indiscernible from idle vindication (the revenging truck being driven by heirs of the chump meat business), and then what's left: the non-idleness of a witness (Stretch and her fateful tape-recording) effectively becoming the last vestige of responsibility in the film's chicken-playing, dog-eat-dog, in many respects shame-lacking world.
#2 - Composition - "Shame on you."
Part I - The Joyriders
♫ "Shame... /
Shame shame."
Shame shame."
♫ "Shame on you."
(A sign of dynamic directing: a cut matched to a precise action -
here, the joke glasses-wearing kid popping out of the window.)
here, the joke glasses-wearing kid popping out of the window.)
A Symphony of Signs
A graceful musical idea, a melodic and rhythmic fragment - I'll call it "the Roadside motif": repeated dolly pull-ins towards billboards defaced, singing its phrasal vision of bellicosity piled on top bellicosity.
----R----e---------f----i----g----h----t-------------- B----A----T----T----L----E--------O----F------
----R----e---------f----i----g----h----t-------------- B----A----T----T----L----E--------O----F------
S----A----N--------J----A----C----I----N----T----O
----------D--------------A--------------L--------------L--------------A--------------S
R------E------M------E------M------B------E------R--------------------B--a---t---t---l---e----o-f--------------------
T------H------E------------A------L------A------M------O
(The harshest treatment is saved for the most iconic
bearer of amoral history, the Battle of the Alamo.)
bearer of amoral history, the Battle of the Alamo.)
Car Shot A
"Red River Rock 'n Roll Request Line, this is Stretch."
Car Shot B
The following shot's beautiful floating camera goes without saying. The way it dances along with Caroline Williams's swivels of movement as she deejays probably ought to be mentioned. How this joyous shot below of tune-spinning made aesthetical immediately follows Car Shot B above - an anti-joyous portrait of our two douchebags in contempt-filled repose - is the subtlety to point out, though, as the montage Hooper is enacting here (which is entirely in Hooper tradition: montage that is completely linear temporally... space made traversable, without discontinuities of time, by the magic of radio transmission...) strikingly, actively intimates the fission and soon-to-be-seen loggerheads between these two sections of people.
"This is Stretch, on an open request line on K-OKLA in Burkburnett, Texas, Red River Rock & Roll...
... from the tip top of the Dallas Fort Worth Metroplex."
(Return shot to car is a repeat of Car Shot A,
and the ensuing car shots are exchanging
medium close-ups of the two college kids.
[Being not of a particular notability, I will not
present them, but will merely mention them.])
and the ensuing car shots are exchanging
medium close-ups of the two college kids.
[Being not of a particular notability, I will not
present them, but will merely mention them.])
(A new angle and a new character are introduced
in this following shot, L.G. introduced gracefully
as simply an element in the background. )
in this following shot, L.G. introduced gracefully
as simply an element in the background. )
(AA - looking down;
look at L.G.;
picking up of phone)
(Car shots: 1 "And Rick the Prick!"
2 "From all the senior-
boys...
... while you're on the
road to nowhere... ")
2 "From all the senior-
boys...
... while you're on the
road to nowhere... ")
"Oh! You mean 'we're on the Road to Nowhere'?":
(The innocence of Stretch's reply, at this point unaware of the caller's
intentions and disregard, is matched with a one-off shot of her through
the clear booth glass, intimation of that very "breakable-as-glass" innocence,
and our, the viewer's, clear, concerned sight of it.)
(BB)
(Car shots: 1 "No, baby,
we're on the
road to]]]]]]
Texas-OU\\
Weekend in
Dallas!"\\\\
2 "Hook 'em
Horns!")
"Real funny, guys. OK, you wanna hang up now?"we're on the
road to]]]]]]
Texas-OU\\
Weekend in
Dallas!"\\\\
2 "Hook 'em
Horns!")
(CC - L.G. looks up at Stretch
through the glass)
(Car shots: 1 "No way baby!")
(DD - Stretch looks at L.G.
notices his noticing)
(DD - Stretch looks at L.G.
notices his noticing)
(Car shots: 1 "Hey check out
Farmer boy.")
(At this point there takes place the game of
chicken between the college kids and the
Sawyer truck, all foreboding due to tinted
windows and Hooper's distant wide shots:
)
Farmer boy.")
(At this point there takes place the game of
chicken between the college kids and the
Sawyer truck, all foreboding due to tinted
windows and Hooper's distant wide shots:
)
In the middle of the chicken game is the following shot, bringing back Stretch-through-the-glass and bringing in with her L.G., the skilled, blue-collar abetter of maintaining her precious place protected from outside menaces and nuisances:
(EE)This shot above, (EE), is a punctuational stroke being made, plopped in the middle of the sequence's high point of action [the chicken game]: it's a sudden mannerist painting, with collapsed perspective now including both Stretch and L.G. in arrangement, the latter whose incomplete arm stretches out in scale-skewing proportion. Acting much like this shot in Poltergeist, the arm is another hanging wreath of ambiguous activity, and its placement is in tableau - its only purpose being the pose, the placement, the wish to pictorially allegorize the emotional event taking place, as such was the modus operandi of mannerist painters.
(Car shots: 1 "That was great! Great!"
2 "You got that, babe?\---
Hot ride?")
Hot ride?")
Hooper's sequences often achieve their symphonic (or operatic, as he himself puts it) quality because of the high sense of flow that occurs between his never-arbitrary, never-extraneous or superfluous, always-and-completely interlocking or building shots.
The following dynamic shot is one-of-a-kind in this sequence, and it is built to and fitted in brilliantly: a shot that first focuses on Stretch's own ineffective, unknowledgeable attempt to cut off her prank callers by randomly unplugging cables, then goes for a remarkable quick pan up to her face, animatedly encapsulating her fluster as she gives up with the cables and retreats back to what she can really only do, which is confront her harassers verbally (all this encapsulating one of the character's main arcs: a young woman who embodies much about the frivolous, but longs to reject that and gain feelings of usefulness).
"Yeah, later, sports! Just hang it up, okay?"
(FF) *
* The shots I've labeled AA through FF are all the return shots to the
radio station. Notice how each return carries a particular and==---
singular purpose, whether a variance of the shot (BB and EE) or==
the same shot (AA, CC, DD) but paired with a particular crisp==---
radio station. Notice how each return carries a particular and==---
singular purpose, whether a variance of the shot (BB and EE) or==
the same shot (AA, CC, DD) but paired with a particular crisp==---
gesture or set of gestures (as noted next to the labels).|==| ====|
Another one-of-a-kind shot, saved for a moment in which its occurrence would prove the most musical: the Mercedes from its rear, swerving recklessly right to left.
(Car shots: 1 The boys yipping and yawing.)
Before Part I's proper denouement, we have this little exchange between Stretch and L.G., playing out in more prosaic shot-reverse shot (although the tightening frame used is rather lovely, the reflection of the facing character seen in the glass dividing them):
(In Princess Stretch mode) "L.G.!"
"I'm trying, darlin'!"
===|===|
"Don't call me darling."
===|===|
And the denouement: the tightest shot of boy and his gun (and his maniacal goofy eyes) yet...
... and a bookending return to the sequence's Roadside Motif, this time another variation on it (like the prior Dallas sign), as it glides past the sign and sends itself off with the last carefree moment, it turns out, we have with the boys.
"And when the sun goes down and the moon comes up..."
"... I turn into a teenage Goo-Goo Muck."
As this second part begins, it finally divulges the correctness of our suspicions that the radio station is our primary home and where our protagonist(s) reside, and that it's certainly not the generic youngsters Buzz and Rick swilling beers behind the wheel. Accompanied by the beginning of The Cramps's "Goo Goo Muck," we are shown the station's edifice and two cars... the aestheticization of carefree music radio continues in full force as the edifice lights up in the night, and another self-evident beauty of a shot follows:
(Technician at work in the forefront as our female DJ jives decadently
in the background. Focus pulls once the camera begins its carefully,\-
gently delayed movement.)=-==|===|===|===|===|===|===|===|
in the background. Focus pulls once the camera begins its carefully,\-
gently delayed movement.)=-==|===|===|===|===|===|===|===|
And we cut to this beauty:
"I know no one's listening because y'all are zooming...
And a fourth wall break...
"... but I got a shot of hot rock 'n roll for ya anyway."
... cues us in on just who the film's killer 80s soundtrack is for.
What follows is the kill sequence of the two boys set to Oingo Boingo's "No One Lives Forever" set on the bridge that never ends. The cut-overs to Stretch and L.G. frantic at the radio station follow the same tenets of crisp construction as that I've covered earlier in the sequence, while the car attack's money-maker effectiveness I'm sure is adequately apparent to the world at large already.
Some favorite parts of this segment:
(1) "L.G., get in here!"
And so - Hooper choosing to present L.G.'s "getting in here" with only his back (while letting Williams's face retain the frame) - we see L.G. lumber in like a big puppy and begin his faceless work with unquestioning obedience.
(2) The Geek
(3) An assortment of angles on Stretch and L.G. peppered throughout the frenzy:
(4) The Performances
"Hey, hang up. Hang up hang up hang up hang up hang up!" It's somewhat funny, at first, but the more time you spend with that moment, you slowly begin to realize Caroline Williams totally encapsulates the temptation and desires to turn a blind eye with an alarming, self-reflecting abandon.
(5) The Flipping Bridge Shot
Hooper isn't totally incapable as a technically-indulged, sugar-rushing visual savant ala Spielberg - this nifty graphical, functional display of the physical extent of the bridge and the speed of the chase is the type of smart, slick, flashy communication of narrative stakes looked for in cutting edge cinematic savvy. (For my money, I'll take his poetic dolly shots [and other anti-functional tics], personally...)
Towards the camera the chariots rush:
Then away, as the camera flips 180:
