Love On The Shattered Lens: The Stud (dir by Quentin Masters)


Oliver Tobias is …. THE STUD!

It is true that Oliver Tobias does play the title character of this 1978 British film, which was itself based on a novel by Jackie Collins.  Tobias is cast as Tony Blake, a youngish Englishman who runs the hottest discotheque in the UK.  He runs it on behalf of its actual owner, the decadent Fontaine Khaled (Joan Collins).  Fontaine is married to the fabulously wealthy Benjamin Khaled (played by Walter Gotell, who also had a recurring role in the James Bond films as the head of the KGB) but she seeks her carnal pleasure elsewhere.  Tony’s job and all the glamour that goes with it is dependent upon being Fontaine’s personal plaything.  If Fontaine wants to do it in the elevator while the security cameras film, that is what’s going to happen.  If Fontaine wants Tony to take part in a swimming pool orgy while she swings back and forth over the festivities, that’s what is going to happen.  Tony Blake is the stud, after all.

Tony, however, tires of all the nonstop decadence.  He’s not as empty-headed as Fontaine assumes him to be.  Tony’s complicated.  Tony has feelings.  At least, that’s what the films wants us to believe.  To be honest, Tony is kind of boring but we’ll get to that later.  Tony allows himself to be used by Fontaine but he finds himself truly falling in love with Fontaine’s stepdaughter, Alexandra (Emma Jacobs).  But does Alexandra feel the same way towards Tony or is she just using Tony to get revenge on her hated stepmother?

Let’s start with something positive about this film.  The Stud is one of the most 70s movies ever made.  Everything from the fashion to the slang to the cinematography to the wah wah soundtrack simply screams 70s.  There’s several scenes that take place in the discotheque.  Very few of them actually move the story forward in any meaningful way but they do give you a chance to look at the clothes and the haircuts and to listen for the sound of people snorting cocaine in the background.  If you’re a student pop culture or if you’re just fascinated by the tacky and the trashy, the film is very enjoyable on that level.  There’s also a lot of sex, all of it filmed in vibrant color and featuring a camera that will not stop moving as The Stud tries to convince us that it’s actually high art.

Unfortunately, the stud of the title is a bit of dud.  (And they say I’m not a poet!)  Oliver Tobias is handsome and has a superficially charming screen presence.  But, whenever he has to deliver dialogue or show any hint of emotion, the film falls flat.  As played by Tobias, Tony just comes across as a bland gigolo, enjoyable to look at but impossible to really care about.  The film is so dominated by Joan Collins’s cheerfully over-the-top performance as Fontaine that Tobias seems to spend a lot of the movie disappearing into the background.  Indeed, Collins’s performance is the best thing about the film.  She fully understand what type of movie she’s appearing in and she fully embraces the melodrama, delivering her arch dialogue with just the right amount of self-awareness to suggest that she’s in on the joke.

The Stud is a love story featuring people who are only capable of loving themselves.  At its worst, it gets bogged down in Tobias’s dull lead performance.  At its best, its trashy fun with a disco beat.  I like trashy fun so I can excuse the boring leading man.  A good beat that you can dance to can make up for a lot.

Embracing the Melodrama Part II #61: Home Before Midnight (dir by Pete Walker)


-Home_Before_Midnight-_DVD_coverIf there’s any director who deserves to be rediscovered and be given a critical reevaluation, it’s … well, I was going to say that it’s Pete Walker but honestly, I’ve only seen a handful of Walker’s films.  And really, my admiration of Walker as a filmmaker is largely due to one film, 1974’s Frightmare.  So, I’ll just say that, based on Frightmare, Walker might deserve a critical reevaluation.

Unfortunately, I’m not reviewing Frightmare right now.  Instead, I’m taking a quick look at another Pete Walker film, 1979’s Home Before Midnight.

It’s going to be a quick look because there’s really not that much to say about Home Before Midnight.  The film opens with two 14 year-old girls hitchhiking.  Carol (Debbie Linden) is blonde and wild.  Ginny (Alison Elliott) is brunette and responsible.  They end up getting picked up by a truck driver who quickly decides that he’d rather just give a ride to Carol.  So, Carol and the driver drive off together and Ginny ends up alone and, once again, hitchhiking.  Eventually, Ginny is picked up by Mike (James Aubrey), a songwriter in his 30s.

Not realizing that Ginny is only 14 years old, Mike takes her back to his flat and they have sex.  Afterward, Mike discovers just how young Ginny is and tells her that they can be friends but that they can’t have sex because it’s illegal.  Ginny agrees.

And then Mike and Ginny end up having sex again anyway…

Anyway, as you can probably guess, things don’t go well as far as Mike and Ginny’s “romance” is concerned.  Though Ginny swears to her parents that she and Mike are just friends, her parents see Mike being interview on television, along with an unlikely rock star named Nick (Chris Jagger, far less charismatic brother of Mick).  When Mike is asked if he has a girlfriend, Nick announces that not only does Mike have a girl but her name is Ginny.  Soon, Ginny is moving on to boys her own age and Mike is on trial.

As someone whose first “serious” boyfriend was 9 years older than her and who has always appreciated a certain maturity in men, there were a few bits of Home Before Midnight to which I could relate.  Occasionally, the first part of the film even captures the excitement of having a secret and forbidden love.

But ultimately, the film just fails.  To put it lightly, Home Before Midnight is no An Education.  Instead, it’s a painfully boring film, one that pretends to examine a serious issue but then doesn’t even play fair.  We’re told that Ginny is 14 but the actress playing her was 20 and looked and acted like she was close to 30.  As well, about 90 minutes into the film, Ginny’s personality is totally changed, the better to portray Mike as somehow being a victim.  The film makes so many excuses for Mike and the camera spends so much time lingering on Ginny’s frequent naked body (and remember, Ginny is being played by a 20 year-old but is only supposed to be 14) that it actually becomes creepy to watch.

Ultimately, the most interesting thing about Home Before Midnight is the fact that it features Mick Jagger’s younger brother, Chris, in a supporting role.  Chris Jagger looks close enough to Mick that you would guess that they were related.  But Chris has absolutely none of Mick’s charisma and it’s actually funny to hear Chris continually being described as being one of the biggest stars in the world.  Chris Jagger makes Justin Bieber look like Adam Levine.

If you still want to see this boring and creepy movie, it’s currently available on Netflix.  However, I would suggest that your time would be better spent watching any other Pete Walker film.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=50fylKl8XsE