Eureka

I had never heard of Ed Lauter until he died a few months ago, even though I had seen him in a number of movies; he simply hadn't registered in my mind. While watching Nicolas Roeg's "Eureka", I was surprised to see that Lauter co-starred. I had also never heard of Harry Oakes until I read about the movie. The movie had a good plot but seemed as though it could've been shorter. In the end, I think that the main point to derive from the movie is that prestige makes people go crazy. Gene Hackman's character struck gold and it made him rich, causing him to go nuts, and the insanity extends to his acquaintances. As shown in "It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World" and "The Wolf of Wall Street", people will do anything for money.

Anyway, it's an OK not great movie.

Weird, sloppy, self-indulgent, meta-physical, sometimes boring, sometimes hallucinatory: all these things describe this misfire from director Nicolas Roeg. Gene Hackman stars as a gold prospector in Alaska during the final days of the gold rush. Most of the people have given up and gone home at this point, but Hackman refuses. After a strange encounter with a meteor (I think) he receives some kind of lucky rock (I think) that gives him the extra push to find his gold strike. And does he ever. Cut to decades later, and he's fabulously wealthy, with a giant estate named Eureka. His grown daughter (Theresa Russell) has married a European playboy (Rutger Hauer) that dad doesn't approve of. There's also a shady consortium of some sort, headed by Jewish tough guy Joe Pesci (!) and represented by Italian lawyer Mickey Rourke (!), that needs Hackman's financial backing for some new endeavor.

The cinematography is beautiful, as it usually is in Roeg's films, but the plot is a mess of ham-handed symbolism and uninspired dramatics. The terrific cast, which also includes Ed Lauter, Joe Spinell and Corin Redgrave, is good, with Hackman the stand-out, as usual. Rourke looks scared and uncomfortable, which fits with his character, but he comes across more like he's fully aware of how wrong he is in the role. Russell and Hauer are both beautiful, and they both spend much of the film in various states of undress. There's also one of the most brutal, protracted murder scenes I've seen in a film in a long time. It's starts off shocking, but becomes rather ludicrous the longer it's dragged out. I can't really recommend this film to anyone except Hackman fans or fans of bizarre obscurities.

I've never seen a "normal" movie by Nicolas Roeg, but, even being a huge fan of his who has seen 4 or 5 of his films, this movie was...insane. After this, it's safe to say he is one of my favorite directors. His THE WITCHES (1990) is what I consider to be the greatest "children's horror film" ever made - it was one of the most influential films of my childhood, and only gets better with time. DON'T LOOK NOW (1973) featured one of the most eerie and stylish opening sequences I had ever seen, kept me almost more intrigued than I've ever felt by a film throughout, then shook me in a way I've never experienced before with it's finale - it was proto-Lynch, for one, and the whole film almost feels like a pre-cursor to Argento's SUSPIRIA (1977) to me as well, another one of my favorite films. Pure surreal horror in a way I'd never seen it before. It absolutely imprinted in me forever.

EUREKA came out between those masterpieces in 1983. It feels like a true mish-mash of film vibes and it's a smorgasbord unlike any I've ever seen. Similar to DON'T LOOK NOW, the whole expansive opening sequence feels like a bizarre nightmare but still maintains narrative cohesion - visually it's mind-bending and it grasps you with it's unique claws from the start.

Gene Hackman is a great choice for the lead as he brings a ton of viscera to this complex protagonist who isn't quite an anti-hero, but seems to be hated by just about everyone. The rest of the cast is made up of an unexpected and very intriguing blend. The legendary Rutger Hauer, who brings a ton of depth to this film as tends to whenever the script gives him the opportunity to do so, as well as Mickey Rourke, Joe Pesci in the earliest role I've ever seen him in, and more. Co-star Theresa Russell, who I was unfamiliar with previously, brings a very unique energy as well. While her performance feels the least genuine, it also colors the film with a very singular flavor of surrealism and old-fashioned drama. Often when the scenes focused on her get really intense, it starts to feel like a 40's or 50's film, which messes with your mind because nothing else in the movie feels like this aside from maybe the general plot and themes themselves.

The movie is really quite a rollercoaster. It's relatively lengthy at 130 minutes but it never really slows down and it always morphing and taking the viewer to unexpected places. I mean, after the first explosive 20 minutes, naturally the next half hour or so feels quite a bit slower in comparison, but it's an array of psychological ammunition from there on out. There's one over-the-top sequence in the second half that felt straight out of a Lucio Fulci film - it was BRUTAL, so stylish and nightmarish, and that REALLY threw me off - my jaw was dropped. Lord, I had to collect myself afterwards. Pick myself back up and put my pieces back together. Overall, it's really quite difficult to summarize what makes this film so unique using words - it simply has to be experienced to be understood. One thing is for sure though, only the legend Nicolas Roeg could have made this.

In the end, I really feel like one of the only flaws in the entire film was the epic courtroom monologue delivered by Russell towards the end of the film. It was mostly the writing, but the acting in combination just didn't work for me. It felt overblown, melodramatic, and just a little too off-kilter. I did think it worked somewhat well as an effective exaggeration of a woman having a manic breakdown, but even that just felt out of place in the context. That aside, even though the absolute ridiculousness of most of the movie, the film did conjure some serious emotional resonance throughout the second half. I was in tears as the credits began to roll. This is a severely under-looked and immensely unique movie, which all film fans should see. Do it. Roeg was a king.

I too first saw this in London when it came out May 1983, at the Screen on the Hill. It was my O-level year, and I was a skinny, awkward 15-year-old, desperately trying to get into my first 18-rated film. It worked. But was it worth it? The film has an extraordinary opening section, as Gene Hackman finds the gold under the snow-encrusted earth, culminating in a spectacular, slow-motion explosion of rock and snow. Set to extracts of Wagner's DAS RHEINGOLD, it's unforgettable, thrilling cinema, and had my jaw dropping into my cappuccino. We also have the sight of a dying, half-frozen man blowing his brains out again and again, bringing to mind the disjointed, hallucinatory quality one recognises from the director of THE MAN WHO FELL TO EARTH and DON'T LOOK NOW. Stunning, disturbing stuff.

Unfortunately the momentum quickly slackens as we cut forwards in time to a rather dull, plodding melodrama about a Kane-like man who in his anguish says, "Once I had it all...now I only have everything." (Coming after the prologue, this also applies to the film itself.) There's some nasty scenes involving voodoo and Rutger Hauer doing something rather strange with a python, some gut-wrenching violence involving a blow-torch and the contents of a pillow, and a soap-opera court-room finale that feels as if it's wandered in from an entirely different film altogether. There are rumours of a different film lurking in this exuberant mess: one of the film's stars has hinted that it was not Roeg's final version that we saw. But I couldn't call this a success. Roeg fans should check it out as an oddity, but be warned: after the brilliant beginning, it's downhill all the way.

Of the Nicolas Roeg films I've seen thus far "Eureka" is in many ways the most conventional. Probably this is due to its being based on real-life events, to wit, the horrific murder in his palatial house of a powerful and super-wealthy man just as the Second World War is nearing its close.

Before we get to that, there's an eerie, atmospheric prologue set in the Yukon twenty years earlier where Gene Hackman's Jack McCann character achieved his one goal in life, to strike gold and become rich beyond his wildest dreams. Fast forward those twenty years and he's married to his now dissolute wife, Jane Lapotaire with an impulsive adult daughter, played by Theresa Russell, waited on hand and foot, living the life of luxury on his own private island in the Bahamas named Eureka after the word he uttered when making his lucky strike.

But of course, great wealth doesn't guarantee great happiness and so Jack's peace of mind is beset on two fronts. Firstly his impressionable daughter has fallen in with a handsome, libertine go-getter, Rutger Hauer's titled Frenchman Claude van Horn. Jack thinks Claude is literally a gold-digger and is provoked to extreme rage and violence against him when he learns the couple have secretly married. His other concern is that he's being pressurised by his up till now trusted business partner who's now in tow to a shady mobster who wants to open up Eureka to gambling, like a second Cuba.

How this self-made man confronts head-on both of these problems and the disastrous consequencies which follow, determines the outcome of the movie, culminating in his horrific killing and the subsequent trial of van Horn, the verdict coincidentally falling due on the day the war actually ends.

Like I said, this Roeg film is perhaps easier to follow than others in his catalogue, but naturally he throws in a few curve-balls along the way and elsewhere demonstrates his undoubted directorial bravura. The depictions of sex and violence are graphic, especially the drunken orgy scene masterminded by van Horn and the nightmarish slaying of McCann in his own bed but these are contrasted with the opulent depiction of the trappings of wealth and the matter-of-fact gravity of the extended courtroom trial.

I personally felt that rather like McCann himself, the film peaks at the moment he hits the motherlode, in a remarkably staged scene with McCann literally awash in his new wealth. There are strong performances by Hackman, and Hauer, in particular with Joe Pesci warming up on the sidelines for his future gangster roles under the direction of Scorcese.

Yes, the film is uneven with occasionaly overripe dialogue and some confusing plot-shifts but it certainly works as a study of greed, power and the corruption of wealth.

Perhaps the moral here is that it's better just to let the rainbow fade rather than chase the pot of gold you imagine is at the end of it.