The Projectionist

There have been movies before and after The Projectionist that tear down film's equivalent of Theatre's fourth wall by lifting the barrier between the movie and the real world. Buster Keaton did it most brilliantly in Sherlock Jr. (1924, 44 mins., also featuring a projectionist), and Woody Allen pulled off a reversal (character steps out of the screen) in The Purple Rose of Cairo (1985). Steve Martin duked it out with Cagney and others in Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid (1982). The Projectionist is an amusing and annoying combination of a sweet schlub played by Chuck McCann, very reminiscent of John Candy, Rodney Dangerfield's film debut as a dictatorial movie theatre manager given to delivering incredible dressing-down speeches at his hapless ushers (shades of Full Metal Jacket), a nostalgic look at Times Square before it became "Times Square", and a melding of our hero with his screen idols, including his eye-popping drop-in at Rick's Cafe Americain. So what's to be annoyed at? A running super-hero theme is weak, and once you realize it will return again and again it's stomach tightening time while you anticipate the enjoyable sequences being interrupted by this underwritten motif. But without question The Projectionist is not to be missed in a time when imagination has been sucked out of Hollywood. And so I appreciated this film last night even more than when I saw it in a theatre 31 years ago, not excluding a hilarious trailer for a faux end-of-the-world flick that's a little too predictive of 9/11 for comfort.

When not goofing off, the titular yutz daydreams of being a silent film superhero. Parts of the score are cribbed from old serials, and scenes are lifted from features of the 20's thru 50's. One wonders how John Wayne and Humphrey Bogart would react to seeing their work intermingled with clips of war atrocities and grindhouse dancers. Chuck McCann's character is immensely likeable when he dwells in the present, but his superhero mugs like the class clown you always despised. Released on VHS in 1986 to capitalize on Rodney Dangerfield's (straight) supporting role.

Chuck McCann, the master of the bowl haircut and the stupid grin, takes you on an 88 minute tour of the lonely life of a projectionist who has no friends. Wow, it takes about five minutes in to realize this is going to be a long haul. Like the three hour tour with Gilligan.

Chuck McCann manages to make anything less funny, and more boring than it needs to be. He sits in an empty theatre, night after night, imagining himself as some horribly inept superhero. McCann used to do children's TV shows, and so he merges his kiddie show antics with the half-baked projectionist's life.

The only good thing about this steaming pile is Rodney Dangerfield making his movie debut many years before he became famous. Try to find his highlights from this movie on youtube if you are a fan of Rodney Dangerfield, and skip the depressing and painful viewing of Chuck as the imaginary hero, Super-Chump.

A few years later (1975) he did a TV series with Bob Denver called "Far Out Space Nuts" which was canceled after 15 episodes were filmed, but most of them were never seen except on bootleg video.

Chuck McCann works as a projectionist at an unglamorous NYC movie theater. Rodney Dangerfield (in his feature film debut and the only great performance he ever gave), is his bitterly tyrannical boss who browbeats the theater staff on a regular basis. McCann has fantasies about saving the world as a superhero and fights his boss, whom he imagines as quasi-Nazi dictator.

Some parts of this film I found endlessly intriguing, like the old-style footage of McCann in his superhero outfit, going about his business clumsily but with gusto. Other times, I found the film's themes to be odd and off-kilter. But the biggest flaw is that I am still struggling to remember just how this film ended. Recommended to those seeking pure escapism and throwback panache.

A projectionist (Chuck McCann) fantasizes that he is a superhero named Captain Flash and his jerk of a boss (Rodney Dangerfield) is a villain named The Bat. This seemed like it would be a fun movie but it just didn't work for me. I'm not saying it isn't interesting but it's just not that entertaining. The Captain Flash segments are especially tedious. The film would have been better served focusing less on that and the tiresome clips and more on the somewhat interesting goings-on at the theater. Speaking of clips, I have no idea how the producers and distributors of this film were able to get away with using the wide variety of classic film clips they used. I'm going to assume they didn't pay for them as this was a very low budget movie. Even more puzzling than how they got away with it in 1971 is how they managed to get it on DVD in this sue-happy day and age.