DIRECTED BY: Paul Schrader
FEATURING: Nastassja Kinski, Malcolm McDowell, John Heard, Annette O’Toole, Ruby Dee, Ed Begley Jr.
PLOT: A young woman struggles with an ancient family curse while pursuing the purrfect mate.
WHY IT WON’T MAKE THE LIST: Cat People, loosely based on the Val Lewton original, is a slightly atypical, high quality horror film. It is a variation of the old werewolf theme, focused on felines rather than canines. It is not quite unconventional enough to be weird, but it has a strange feel compared to other horror movies.
COMMENTS: Orphaned, beautiful Irena (Kinski) comes to live with her brother Alex (McDowell) in his creepy new Orleans home, after being separated from him for years by the mysterious death of their parents. Alex is a pastor at an even creepier chapel and he carries the burden of some rather odd baggage. It seems that he is taken to roaming and prowling at night, climbing trees, clawing things up, wolfing down prostitutes, and getting himself locked in zoo cages. Worse, he unceremoniously demands sex from the mousy Irena, who isn’t exactly keen on the idea. It never occurs to poor Alex to try sprinkling some catnip on his business areas and begging to have his tummy scratched.
Irena discovers that if she rubs up against anybody besides Alex, she will turn into a puma—a carnivorous puma with an insatiable lust for rich, red, raw human flesh. To become human again herself, she must feast on the living. This is of course, quite understandable. Few things are as disappointing as a menu of Fancy Feast, when one could be munching on a delicious man like John Heard (C.H.U.D.) or his lusty girlfriend Annette O’Toole (Smile). Heard’s zookeeper character certainly gives Irena aplenty to purr about. Irena falls in love with Heard, but will she be able to resist his charms—and the savory goodness of his tender, meaty loins and chops? Then there’s the matter of that pesky girlfriend with the hair like red yarn. She caterwauls her concerns surrounding Irena, and Irena wishes a cat had her tongue. Hopefully she’s nothing a hiss and a swat can’t take care of.
Irena explores the French Quarter and her blossoming desires, and experiences some very unsettling biological changes when she’s in heat. She becomes embroiled in a murder case as her brother stalks her, she stalks the girlfriend, chases after Heard, and Alex plays cat and mouse with the police. Meanwhile Heard is quickly beginning to realize that toying with the supernatural is not always the cat’s meow.
Cat People is a very arty film with a distinctive visual pawprint featuring Big Easy location cinematography and some striking, unusual shots. There are some interesting ultraviolet night sequences filmed from a werecat’s point of view that are innovative for the date of release, putting the simple thermal imaging used in Wolfen to shame. An original score by David Bowie and Girogio Moroder (Midnight Express) compliments the avant-garde look and feel of the film. Well acted, Cat People is a pleasing change of pace from mediocre, industry standard horror movies. It boasts an unusual, well-structured plot and a bizarre ending which nicely balances out the heavy compliment of cat shots. And by cat shots, I mean very solid thespianism on the part of a couple of beautiful and charming black leopards (in addition to all the of naked supple human breasts, and full frontal nude footage of the spectacular specimen of feline-esque femininity, Nastassja Kinski, captured in her prime. Rowwwr!)
WHAT THE CRITICS SAY:
“The obscure proceedings are often ludicrous (especially in the orange-colored primal-dream sequences), yet you don’t get to pass the time by laughing, because it’s all so queasy and so confusingly put together…”–Pauline Kael, The New Yorker (contemporaneous)
So Wildmon and his silly cult bedded with the Pharisees and killed Bakshi’s child. This was one of many offenses they perpetrated. I am sure the good Reverend has several trophies on that triple chinned ego of his mantle. With too few exceptions,”Mighty Mouse” was one of the last times in which television has shown any inclination for imagination, creativity and style. In its place we have reality TV and trash TV that dumb down to the lowest common denominator. Thank you, Rev.Wildmon, for your gift. Yes, there might be a few clever television programs among the dreck, some worthwhile dramas, but aesthetically ground-breaking television, especially aesthetically ground-breaking children’s television, damn near died away when Bakshi’s “Mighty Mouse” went the way of Lenny Bernstein’s “Young People’s Concerts.”