Peeping Tom
January 28th 2010 03:12
Released the same year as Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho (1960), Peeping Tom, directed by Michael Powell, was also a movie years ahead of its time, a psychological thriller that operates with the dark machinations and severity of a horror. Powell had garnered enormous critical acclaim for numerous films he made with Emeric Pressburger in the 40s and 50s, but he went alone on Peeping Tom, and it proved to be the kiss of death, effectively ending his career in England. He made several other features before his death in 1990, but none came close to capturing the disturbing slow-burn subversive power of Peeping Tom.
Mark Lewis (Carl Boehm) is a strange, lonely, sexually-repressed man working as a focus-puller for a British film studio. He moonlights shooting “cheesecake” pics in his mezzanine apartment for the seedy newsagent on street level below, whilst harbouring his own directorial desires; a documentary on the expression of extreme human fear. It is this unhealthy obsession with the elusiveness of mortality and his intent on capturing it on film that has lead Lewis to become a murderer.
His twisted state of mind, kept in check (just) by the mundane routine of his day job, and the amorous curiosity of his apartment building neighbour, Helen (Anna Massey), who lives with her suspicious blind mother (Maxine Audley), dates back to the psychological testing of his scientist father when Lewis was just a boy serving as his father’s subject for cold-blooded experiments in terror. Of course, now as a grown man, Lewis is a chip off the old block … but he’s fallen much further. Lewis is a determined documenteur, recording women’s contorted features and dying gasps on his portable 16mm camera after he stabs them with the blade concealed in his tripod. But like all obsessions, it will eventually consume him.
Shot in startlingly vivid technicolour and partially on soundstages Peeping Tom is garish and sumptuous in equal measures. A brilliant and utterly creepy performance from German actor Boehm (real name Karlheinz Böhm), who bore a striking similarity to a young Udo Kier (albeit Aryan blond). Anna Massey was excellent also; a rather mature 21-year-old I might add. Rounding off the solid support cast were Jack Watson as Chief Inspector Gregg, Moira Shearer as dancing model Vivian, and Shirley Anne Field, as the frustratingly inept movie starlet Diane Ashley.
Compared to modern horror movies Peeping Tom is very tame in terms of what is shown, however the tone and suggestion of violence is just as powerful. Although not specifically sympathetic to the character of Mark Lewis, the movie does indulge him in his angst, his psychological turmoil, his insanity, suggesting he might have been capable of salvation (but in the reality of the movie he was too far gone). It was both clever and dangerous for Powell to have challenged his audience at the end of the puritanical, yet rebellious 50s. It had a double-edged sword: shooting over most people's heads, but also cutting a deep wound in the society's moral psyche.
WARNING! SPOILER ALERT!
The movie was heavily cut by the BBFC censors before being released, and consequently some scenes still have a jagged feel to them. The murders of Vivian Moira Shearer) and Dora (Brenda Bruce), the two models, were toned down, shots of nudity were deleted (including photos of nude girls in Lewis’s album), and the killer's suicide was shortened, as were the scenes featuring the lethal spike. Although some of these cuts were restored in later video and DVD releases much of the edited footage is now considered lost forever. Even with the censors’ cuts, the moral ambiguity and reviled darkness inherent in the movie left the public outraged and the critics incensed. Powell had unwittingly sabotaged his own career, and left it in ruins (imagine if Spielberg decided to make a movie about pedophilia or bestiality …)
Yet ironically, Peeping Tom has aged extraordinarily well, even with those prim and prissy English accents of the time. Playing on the theme of scoptophilia (the morbid fear of being stared at) is just as fascinating now, and will perhaps become more so as society’s ever-increasing desire for access-all-areas, the allure of online voyeurism, and the burgeoning Big Brother reality of surveillance breaks down more and more our sacred walls of privacy. The blurring between reality and fiction, the merging of sensuality and the grotesque, has always been ripe for the cinematic plucking, Powell dipped his feet in the waters, was compelled by the lurid sensation to delve deeper, began to wade in further, only to be taken by the crocodiles.
Here's the hysterical original trailer:
Mark Lewis (Carl Boehm) is a strange, lonely, sexually-repressed man working as a focus-puller for a British film studio. He moonlights shooting “cheesecake” pics in his mezzanine apartment for the seedy newsagent on street level below, whilst harbouring his own directorial desires; a documentary on the expression of extreme human fear. It is this unhealthy obsession with the elusiveness of mortality and his intent on capturing it on film that has lead Lewis to become a murderer.
His twisted state of mind, kept in check (just) by the mundane routine of his day job, and the amorous curiosity of his apartment building neighbour, Helen (Anna Massey), who lives with her suspicious blind mother (Maxine Audley), dates back to the psychological testing of his scientist father when Lewis was just a boy serving as his father’s subject for cold-blooded experiments in terror. Of course, now as a grown man, Lewis is a chip off the old block … but he’s fallen much further. Lewis is a determined documenteur, recording women’s contorted features and dying gasps on his portable 16mm camera after he stabs them with the blade concealed in his tripod. But like all obsessions, it will eventually consume him.
Shot in startlingly vivid technicolour and partially on soundstages Peeping Tom is garish and sumptuous in equal measures. A brilliant and utterly creepy performance from German actor Boehm (real name Karlheinz Böhm), who bore a striking similarity to a young Udo Kier (albeit Aryan blond). Anna Massey was excellent also; a rather mature 21-year-old I might add. Rounding off the solid support cast were Jack Watson as Chief Inspector Gregg, Moira Shearer as dancing model Vivian, and Shirley Anne Field, as the frustratingly inept movie starlet Diane Ashley.
Compared to modern horror movies Peeping Tom is very tame in terms of what is shown, however the tone and suggestion of violence is just as powerful. Although not specifically sympathetic to the character of Mark Lewis, the movie does indulge him in his angst, his psychological turmoil, his insanity, suggesting he might have been capable of salvation (but in the reality of the movie he was too far gone). It was both clever and dangerous for Powell to have challenged his audience at the end of the puritanical, yet rebellious 50s. It had a double-edged sword: shooting over most people's heads, but also cutting a deep wound in the society's moral psyche.
WARNING! SPOILER ALERT!
The movie was heavily cut by the BBFC censors before being released, and consequently some scenes still have a jagged feel to them. The murders of Vivian Moira Shearer) and Dora (Brenda Bruce), the two models, were toned down, shots of nudity were deleted (including photos of nude girls in Lewis’s album), and the killer's suicide was shortened, as were the scenes featuring the lethal spike. Although some of these cuts were restored in later video and DVD releases much of the edited footage is now considered lost forever. Even with the censors’ cuts, the moral ambiguity and reviled darkness inherent in the movie left the public outraged and the critics incensed. Powell had unwittingly sabotaged his own career, and left it in ruins (imagine if Spielberg decided to make a movie about pedophilia or bestiality …)
Yet ironically, Peeping Tom has aged extraordinarily well, even with those prim and prissy English accents of the time. Playing on the theme of scoptophilia (the morbid fear of being stared at) is just as fascinating now, and will perhaps become more so as society’s ever-increasing desire for access-all-areas, the allure of online voyeurism, and the burgeoning Big Brother reality of surveillance breaks down more and more our sacred walls of privacy. The blurring between reality and fiction, the merging of sensuality and the grotesque, has always been ripe for the cinematic plucking, Powell dipped his feet in the waters, was compelled by the lurid sensation to delve deeper, began to wade in further, only to be taken by the crocodiles.
Here's the hysterical original trailer:
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