BARRY LYNDON: Blu-ray (Warner Bros. 1975) Criterion Collection
Stanley Kubrick
was to step away from film-making after the release of A Clockwork Orange (1971), arguably, his most daring cinematic
excursion. His follow-up, almost four years later would prove, if not as
unnerving to both critics and audiences (as A Clockwork Orange’s oft’ perverse depictions of abject violence
and state-sanctioned brainwashing had unsettled and incited demonstrations that
threatened to exile Kubrick from Britain), then equally as unsatisfying to its
backers, if only for reasons neither of Kubrick’s making or justifiably made
under any critique of its artistic merit. Indeed, Barry Lyndon (1975) would emerge as a most fascinating revisionist
take on the ole-time Hollywood costume epic; Kubrick’s inevitable challenges in
bringing William Makepeace Thackeray’s novel to the screen becoming his
all-consuming passion. When Kubrick took to task any project, even if one did
not concur with the results, it was impossible not to admire both his
fastidiousness and attentions paid to every last detail.
The all-absorbent
purity of Kubrick’s fixation with Barry
Lyndon is revealed in virtually every frame of its storytelling. From the
picaresque passion of its determined title character (Ryan O’Neal, never
better) to John Alcott’s absolutely stunning use of natural light and
candle-lit interiors to achieve a genuinely haunting Vermeer quality
throughout, Barry Lyndon is a
masterclass in elegant picture-making with an undercurrent of disturbing social
critique for which Kubrick in his prime was always noted, but today – at last,
is justly revered. Kubrick became a film-maker almost by accident, bringing to
bear his keen photographer’s eye on the art of ‘the flickers’ after having seen
one too many ‘bad’ movies at his local picture palace. “I don't
know a goddamn thing about movies,” Kubrick would suggest, “…but I know I can make a better film than
that!” Hollywood took notice of Kubrick’s stylistic departures too, and
from the mid-fifties to 1964 he steadily built a reputation for unusual-looking
movies. A Kubrick classic is anchored more keenly by the evolution of character
than plot and occasionally, more heavily still invested in a total departure into
a mind-boggling array of visual design, veering dangerously beyond, though
never quite over the edge of artistic integrity.
An intricate
character study of a rake's progress, Barry
Lyndon is perhaps Kubrick’s most methodical and stylishly surreal
spectacle; its attention to period detail, virtually unsurpassed. Based on Thackeray's
sprawling novel, the film is, in many ways, a throwback to the grandiose
big-budget historical epics in vogue throughout the late fifties and early
sixties. After 2001: A Space Odyssey
(1968), Kubrick became preoccupied with making a film about Napoleon. Alas, the
like-minded launch of producer, Dino De Laurentis, Waterloo (1970) and its thought-numbing implosion at the box office,
coupled with the ‘closer to home’ outrage and backlash from A Clockwork Orange caused Kubrick's
financial backers to renege on their previously agreed financing of such a
project. In a twinkling, Kubrick’s bankability had evaporated. Incensed but
unable to find new funding, Kubrick had turned his attentions to A Clockwork Orange. Then, in 1972, he
fell in love with Thackeray's Vanity Fair,
a book not made into a movie since 1933’s disastrous Becky Sharp. Timing again was off, with the BBC beating Kubrick to
the punch, producing a television series based on Thackeray's masterwork. At
this point, Kubrick took solace in another Thackeray novel, The Luck of Barry Lyndon. In retrospect,
it is easy to see why.
Like most of
Kubrick's filmic heroes, this novel's protagonist is tragically flawed; a young
man whose aspirations for wealth and power bring utter ruination to everything
he touches and ends up destroying him. Kubrick always possessed an affinity,
not just for the proverbial underdog but characters that willfully help to
foster their own demise. Now, arguably, he came to Thackeray's novel third
best, or perhaps, more accurately, thrice removed. Although the resulting film
would bear Kubrick’s hallmark for meticulous planning and craftsmanship, increasingly
there developed a queer stylistic disconnect. Barry Lyndon feels very much like a movie of the seventies instead
of one timelessly set in 1844. The fault is not entirely Kubrick’s; although
his casting of Ryan O’Neal has something to do with it. O’Neal had made a stunning
success of Love Story (1970); the
quintessential ‘doomed’ story of young idealism derailed by tragedy. He
followed this with the even more ambitious period drama, Paper Moon (1973) – costarring opposite his prepubescent daughter,
Tatum (who won a Best Supporting Oscar for her performance). Both movies
established Ryan O’Neal as an unlikely heartthrob of the decade. Alas, the
titular eponymous rake in Thackeray’s novel is hardly appealing. Indeed, he is
one of the most disreputable, amoral and enterprising figures in all classic
literature. Thackeray had blunted the impact of these wicked ways by presenting
the story from Barry’s perspective; Lyndon, oft confused, chagrined and cut to
the quick by more devious minds than his own. Thus, at intervals he became
something of a foppish figure in the book, to be pitied, but also, on occasion
empathized with as merely, instinctually misguided.
The screenplay
by Kubrick follows the novel's trajectory closely – unusual for Kubrick and in
hindsight, perhaps too closely for Kubrick’s liking with one major caveat. Thackeray
tells his tale from Barry’s perspective with an underlay of ribald humor.
Kubrick elected instead to provide the picture with a detached narrator,
expunging virtually all of the glibness and subtle farce in the original
storytelling. “I believe Thackeray used Redmond Barry to tell his own story in a
deliberately distorted way because it made it more interesting,” Kubrick
would later explain, “Instead of the
omniscient author, Thackeray used the imperfect observer, or perhaps it would
be more accurate to say the dishonest observer, thus allowing the reader to
judge for himself, with little difficulty, the probable truth in Redmond
Barry's view of his life. This technique worked extremely well in the novel
but, of course, in a film you have objective reality in front of you all of the
time, so the effect of Thackeray's first-person story-teller could not be
repeated on the screen. It might have worked as comedy by the juxtaposition of
Barry’s version of the truth with the reality on the screen, but I don’t think
that Barry Lyndon should have been
done as a comedy.”
It's 1844 and
Redmond Barry (Ryan O'Neal) is our picaresque Irish rake. His father has been
killed in a duel leaving Barry's mother (Marie Kean) devoted to her son's
upbringing. During his youth, Barry is tempted into an illicit affair with his
cousin, Nora Brady (Gay Hamilton); a ruthless spider who goads his lust until a
well-borne English Captain, John Quinn (Leonard Rossiter) proposes marriage.
Unable to reconcile his spurned feelings for Nora, Barry demands satisfaction from
Quinn in a duel. The game, however, is rigged. Although Barry shoots Quinn in
the chest, the gun's ammunition has been switched to mere tow. Quinn, a coward
at heart, fakes his own death forcing Barry into exile in Dublin. Regrettably,
Barry is held up by a highwayman (Arthur O'Sullivan) along the open road.
Penniless, he is forced to join the British Army. There, an old friend of the
family, Captain Grogan (Godfrey Quigley) informs Barry that Quinn not only
survived the duel but has since married Nora.
Barry's
regiment is sent to fight the Seven Year's War where Grogan is fatally wounded
in a skirmish with the French. His life once again unbearable, Barry decides to
steal an officer's uniform and a horse and become a deserter. En route to
Holland he encounters Prussian Captain Potzdorf (Hardy Kruger) who sees through
his disguise and enlists him in the Prussian Army instead. Barry saves
Potzdorf's life after another battle and is given a commission in the Prussian
Police as his reward. His first assignment is to spy on the Chevalier de
Balibari (Patrick Magee); a professional gambler who is suspected of
embezzlement and cheating. Instead, Barry becomes the Chevalier's friend. They
escape Holland together and travel the finer spas all over Europe, profiting
handsomely by their wicked manipulation of the cards. But Barry's one
fascination in life - to become a gentleman - has yet to be fulfilled.
To this end,
Barry seduces the wealthy Countess of Lyndon (Marisa Berenson) under the
watchful eye of her elderly and ailing husband, Sir Charles (Frank Middlemass).
After Sir Charles' death, Barry marries the Countess and takes her last name
for his own. The couple settle in England where Barry's first attempts to
ingratiate himself as a stepfather to the Countess ten year old son, Lord
Bullingdon (Dominic Savage) are an unmitigated disaster. The child despises
Barry, who proves to live down these low expectations by wantonly spending the
Countess's money and eventually becoming unfaithful to her in their marriage with
multiple lovers. Barry comes to his senses and realizes how much he loves his
wife. The Countess forgives him and gives birth to their only son, Bryan
Patrick (David Morley); a loving and affectionate child whom the adult Lord
Bullingdon (Leon Vitali) equally comes to loathe. On his seventh birthday,
Bryan falls from the horse made a gift to him by his father and is trampled to
death. Now Barry's mother advises her son to cultivate an acquaintance with the
influential Lord Wendover (Andre Morell), obtaining a nobleman’s title to
protect himself from financial ruin. Seeing the purpose of this alliance, Lord
Bullingdon publicly assaults Barry's reputation at a concert with accusations
he is a debaucher and a deceiver.
Unable to
control his wrath, Barry beats and attempts to strangle his stepson in front of
the crowd. He is barely restrained, branded a social pariah and loses all of
his friendships with Lord Wendover and others in high-standing. Fearing the
Countess' spiritual advisor, Reverend Samuel Runt (Murray Melvin) is plotting
with Lord Bullingdon to dissolve Barry's marriage; Barry's mother dismisses
Runt from court. Upon hearing the news, Lord Bullingdon challenges Barry to a
duel. However, Lord Bullingdon's gun misfires, providing Barry with the opportunity
he has been waiting for: to kill his ungrateful stepson. Instead, Barry
honorably chooses to spoil his shot. With relish, Lord Bullingdon takes another
at Barry, his musket shattering Barry's knee cap. He loses his leg from the
knee down as a result. While Barry is convalescing, Bullingdon takes over all
the financial concerns of his late father's estate, granting Barry an annuity
of 500 guineas for life - if he ends his marriage to the Countess and leaves
England forever. Demoralized and ailing, a reluctant Barry accepts the offer.
Barry Lyndon is sumptuous entertainment, buoyed by John Alcott's
striking cinematography - shot using natural and candle light. This extols the
breathtaking splendors of the Irish countryside (subbing in for England,
Holland and the rest of Europe). Ken Adams and Roy Walker's Art Direction is
first rate. Unlike other costume epics, the world created for Barry Lyndon looks resplendent, but
always lived in. Kubrick's casting choices are interesting, though not entirely
successful. A former fashion model, Marisa Berenson is undeniably beautiful.
But she lacks any sort of genuine presence to live and breathe as the tragic
countess. Rarely does Berenson defy the window-dressing of her former
profession or Milena Canonero’s lavish costumes. These, in fact, dwarf her
limited acting attributes under a mountain of fine woolens and lace. As such,
Berenson utterly fails to elicit anything more than a few quiet sighs from her
more ardent male admirers.
Ryan O'Neal fares
far better; despite his 70’s soft-hewn handsomeness at odds with the vintage
rugged masculinity required of Thackeray's antihero. Alas, there is little
evolution to O'Neal's technique for creating this character as the story
progresses. Although his makeup and hair ripen, his acting remains stolidly mired
by the illusion of his own public persona as a seventies heartthrob. At times,
O'Neal looks painfully uncomfortable and equally as unconvincing in his period
wigs and costumes. This, however, bodes well for the character of Barry Lyndon,
a man never entirely comfortable in his own skin and always in search of new
and diverting ways to escape it; a fool’s quest, doomed to folly – if never
regret. When it was released Barry
Lyndon was not a commercial success, although it fared better in Europe
than America. Critics decried Kubrick’s aloof and distant approach to the
narrative. In point of fact, the audience is never invited into these lives on
anything more than a superficial level. Kubrick keeps us purposely at a distance.
The scenes unfold with imperial elegance and are painterly in their execution,
yet extraordinarily static. Kubrick's stylized approach does not harm the story
per say and neither does his excruciatingly deliberate pace.
Mercifully, the
public’s estimation of Barry Lyndon
has morphed with time; restrained and dutiful admiration gradually seasoning into
a more genuine friendliness teetering on the brink of love. What was once
mis-perceived as Kubrick’s clinical style, self-conscious and tediously paced
has become all the more the enveloping excursion Kubrick, and indeed, Warner
Bros. had hoped for back in 1975. No one
could ever fault Kubrick’s technical prowess. It had taken 300 days to shoot Barry Lyndon; exteriors in Ireland
(substituting for England) and interiors at the gargantuan 18th century manor,
Powerscourt House (tragically destroyed by fire mere months after Kubrick had
wrapped up production). Kubrick and Alcott would also trot around the English
and Scottish countryside with a brief departure to Germany, making very good
use of Blenheim Palace, Castle Howard, Huntington, Moorestown and Waterford
castles, Corsham Court and Petworth, and, Wilton House, Dunrobin, and, Dublin
Castle, Ludwigsburg Palace near Stuttgart and Frederick the Great's Neues
Palais at Potsdam near Berlin. We are all observers to Kubrick’s painterly
sophistication here. Perhaps ashamed by their lack of understanding, but able
to at least acknowledge something quite exhilarating and out of the ordinary
had occurred, AMPASS bestowed upon Barry
Lyndon 4 Oscars for Best Art Direction (Ken Adam, Roy Walker, Vernon
Dixon), Cinematography (John Alcott), Costume Design (Milena Canonero,
Ulla-Britt Söderlund) and Musical Score (Leonard Rosenman, adapting Handel and
Schubert). Although Kubrick received 3 nominations (for Best Adapted
Screenplay, Director and Picture) he was thrice bested by One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest.
Despite Barry Lyndon’s tepid box office,
Kubrick’s reputation, as both a perfectionist and auteur remained untainted. Indeed,
once again, he had illustrated a verve for innovation in technique. Barry Lyndon is oft cited as a picture
shot entirely under natural lighting conditions – especially candlelight – employing
ultra-fast 50mm lenses with a huge aperture. These were developed by Carl Zeiss
for NASA’s Apollo moon landings. Although problematic to mount, the lenses were
extensively modified by Cinema Products Corp. to gain a wider angle of view,
with input from optics expert, Richard Vetter at Todd-AO, and, with special
modifications to its rotating camera shutter, thus recreating the huddle and
glow of the pre-electrical age. And while many sequences were photographed by cinematographer, John Alcott under such
conditions the bulk of Barry Lyndon
was, in fact, shot with the luxuries of conventional lenses and electrical
lighting, tweaked to mimic natural light and diffused through gauze and/or
heavy panes of glass. Viewed from today’s increasingly frenetic storytelling
pace, Barry Lyndon is even more distortedly
Kubrick’s vision of a Thackeray-esque moving tableau; one gigantic, magnificent
tapestry embroidered with Kubrick’s master strokes of visual genius; also, a
certain flair for picking at the scabs of society, as well as those naïve enough
to believe they can sway the system from the inside and in their favor. The
virtues in Kubrick’s approach to the story are far removed from the decade in
which the picture was conceived. They are all but foreign to the way movies are
pre-processed, assembled and force-fed via mass marketing to the public now. In
hindsight, Kubrick has exquisitely captured the cadence in Thackeray’s world.
When all other aspects of the production fail to gel, though never all at once,
Kubrick's overriding vision here allows Barry
Lyndon to achieve a visual greatness, untainted by the pall of its other
occasionally questionable artistic failings.
Criterion’s
reissue of Barry Lyndon on Blu-ray
is derived from a brand new 4K scan and restoration of the original 35mm camera
negative. Fans will be elated to discover the movie has, at last, been framed
in its original 1.66:1 ratio. Warner Bros. previous 2011 bare-bones release was
recomposed at 1.78:1, presumably, because Kubrick would have ‘wanted it’ that way. Aside: one sincerely
hopes the day will arrive when Barry
Lyndon is released in true 4K. For now, this 1080p reincarnation suffices;
illustrating all the subtle nuances of Kubrick and Alcott’s hard won original
vision. Barry Lyndon’s color palette
is not eye-popping, rather highly refined and extremely subtly nuanced. A
smattering of film grain is a definite compliment and, by comparison, the
aforementioned disc now appears to have been ever so slightly artificial scrubbed.
Criterion has restored the movie’s original mono mix in PCM. Also included is
the 2011 remastered 5.1 DTS stereo. I have to say, despite being a purist for
such things, I actually prefer the 5.1 to the mono; Warner having taken great
pains to remix this soundtrack to achieve optimal clarity and, of course, better
spatial separation between music and effects. No mono track can compete with
that! But would Kubrick have approved? Hmmm.
The most
rewarding part of this re-issue is the extras: a myriad of insight culled from longtime
collaborators, unseen vintage material, and rare audio clips featuring Kubrick
talking about his work. All of these goodies are housed on a separate disc and
all of them are in 1080p! Yipee! We get almost 2 hours of bonus material
beginning with Making “Barry Lyndon”, Achieving Perfection, Timing and
Tension, Drama in Detail, Balancing Every Sound, On the
Costumes, Passion and Reason, A Cinematic Canvas, plus
2 theatrical trailers. These digital extras offer a comprehensive look into
Kubrick’s collaborative process as well as a look at the 18th century
painters from whom he drew his visual inspiration. Finally, there are detailed
liner notes by critic, Geoffrey O’Brian and a pair of pieces reproduced from
March 1976’s American Cinematographer.
Bottom line: Criterion’s edition of Barry
Lyndon is the real deal. One would sincerely hope Kubrick’s other
masterpieces receive as deserving a tribute. Bottom line: very highly
recommended!
FILM RATING (out of 5 – 5 being the best)
4
VIDEO/AUDIO
5+
EXTRAS
5+
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