Larry Cohen is a filmmaker who really needs to be talked about more often.
Oh, sure, in the kinds of circles I hang out in, he's mentioned in the same breath as someone like John Carpenter, but if you ask me he deserves that kind of reverence everywhere. He has had a wide-ranging career as writer, director, or both; from Blaxploitation to monster movies to thrillers, and even his lesser works tend to have something incredible to offer a viewer.
Of course, my love for Cohen is helped by the fact that my introduction to him was through today's film. I was already pretty predisposed to like a film about Quetzalcoatl setting up shop in New York City and going on a rampage, but Cohen delivers so much more than even that amazing premise would imply.
New York City in 1982 is not exactly the safest place to live in general, but everyone is still understandably baffled when people begin dying mysteriously in a variety of ways. The only common like between the victims is they were high up on skyscrapers when they were killed--a window washer who was beheaded, a sunbather violently snatched from her roof, a construction worker killed while trying to find his stolen lunchbox. It doesn't help that pieces of these victims start raining down on the streets and sidewalks.
No one has seen what did it, since whatever was responsible flies in line with the sun.
Even more bizarrely, people are also turning up dead in what appear to be ritual murders. First a flaying, then someone with his heart cut out. Homicide detective Shepard (David Carradine) and Sergeant Powell (Richard Roundtree) are naturally at a loss, but Shepard finds his mind unexpectedly opened when he researches the deaths and finds they fit the pattern of ritual sacrifices in ancient Aztec culture to appease Quetzalcoatl. More alarmingly, this means the victims had to be willing sacrifices.
|Nowadays, this would all have started with a Craigslist ad.|
Well, Shepard's going to end up with a truly unexpected lead on the best way to exterminate a pesky deity--petty crook Jimmy Quinn (Michael Moriarty). Quinn plays wheelman for a diamond robbery, but when he is forced to take part in the actual robbery things go South. He manages to get himself hit by a cab while trying to escape and loses the briefcase of diamonds.
While fleeing from his accomplices, Quinn finds himself in a part of the Chrysler Building's spire that doesn't see much use. And in that spire are human remains and a huge nest, housing a huge egg.
|"Welp, there's your problem."|
|It may not actually have feathers, nor does it really appear to be a serpent, but it's my favorite Quetzalcoatl.|
Well, Reed was half-right. Moriarty is amazing in this film, and his performance puts the film on a whole other level. But Arkoff had the right idea with all that dreck. Whether you mean the awesome stop-motion monster, some truly effective scare scenes, or the hilarity of moments like an undercover cop dressed as a mime gaping in silent horror as another cop is picked off by the monster.
This is both a wonderful monster movie and, much like Wolfen, a fascinating snapshot of what New York was like when it was filmed. It's also, as Rex Reed suggested, a fascinating portrait of the kind of weirdly sympathetic loser like Jimmy Quinn. Whether true or not, Quinn claims he was framed for drug possession as a teenager and "the city owes me one," even though the rest of the items on his rap sheet he's genuinely guilty of.
There's no question that Quinn is a crook and an asshole, though, and yet he's incredibly compelling. He's definitely the final key to the film's success, but I still say there are so many other reasons to watch this film. If you haven't seen it yet, you owe it to yourself to check it out.
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I reviewed this years ago when I was trying to do a "thing" where I only watched Michael Moriarty movies (I quickly ran aground because I watched 'Hitler Meets Christ' and was left basically non-functional for six months). I couldn't shake the idea that this movie was the result of Larry Cohen getting halfway through making this aztec human sacrifice crime thriller thing, then suddenly being forced by the studio to do something with this completely unrelated Harryhausen-style dragon footage they had lying around.ReplyDelete
Also, loved the bit near the end where the killer tries to sacrifice Quinn but has absolutely no backup plan when he refuses to consent.