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Pulling Focus: Love Streams (1984)

29 November 2016 | Features, Film Lists | by Shane Scott-Travis

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“Relationships were all [John Cassavetes] was interested in: the laughter and the games, the tears and the guilt, the whole roller coaster of love.”

– Martin Scorsese

 

At long last love

To my mind there’s something mythic and altogether magical about Love Streams, John Cassavetes’ momentous and penultimate picture from 1984. For the past twenty years or so I’ve searched for it, requesting it to be shown at arthouse and repertory cinemas, even tracking down a wearied, third generation VHS pirated copy at a flea market, almost unwatchable, but worthwhile as an artifact of my longing and devotion.

My passion for the film was first fuelled by Jim Jarmusch who, in a few interviews I’d read with him in the mid-‘90s, had dropped Cassavetes’ name and singled out Love Streams in particular, as one of his most treasured, and favorite films. That was enough for me.

Jarmusch was the primary reason I went to film school –– the secondary reason was probably a tie between the writings of Pauline Kael and the early, inspired films of Hal Hartley –– he was my gateway drug, and one of the first grottos I tumbled down, as a result, was Cassavetes.

“We don’t take the time to be vulnerable with each other.”

― John Cassavetes

 

Where I’m calling from

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Cassavetes was, in many regards, the father of American independent cinema in the 1960s. I loved his DIY ethos, the grit, the handheld feeling of spontaneity and voyeurism throughout, and his regular cast of brilliant actors that he always worked with—including Seymour Cassel, Ben Gazzara, and his wife and muse, the unrivaled Gena Rowlands. Cassavetes himself was a notable, accomplished actor in his own right, with roles in The Dirty Dozen (1967), and Rosemary’s Baby (1968) amongst his most memorable.

“Yeah, you are a great filmmaker, one of my favorites,” wrote Jarmusch, in an open letter for Tom Charity’s book, “John Cassavetes: Lifeworks”. “But what your films illuminate most poignantly is that celluloid is one thing and the beauty, strangeness and complexity of human experience is another. John Cassavetes, my hat is off to you. I’m holding it over my heart.”

Thankfully, in recent times the good people at Criterion have, at long last, made Love Streams available in both DVD and Blu-Ray formats. Gorgeously restored along with a requisite wealth of first rate supplementary materials, finally rendering my worn VHS bootleg the antiquated relic I always knew it to be. Seeing and feeling this masterpiece in all its majesty restored is a small-scale renaissance, worth the wait and every bit as lambent and delicate as I knew it to be.

“There’s no other American director who can do what John Cassavetes does on the screen. There may not be many who would want to. Mr. Cassavetes’ work, in Love Streams, as in his earlier films, is as overflowing with emotional constructs as it is barren of other forms of thought. It’s excessive and idiosyncratic all the way. Yet Mr. Cassavetes, as both actor and director, is never without his own peculiar magnetism and authority. Once again, he is able to galvanize a long, rambling, quirky psychodrama through sheer force of personality.”

– Janet Maslin, The New York Times

 

That’s the way love goes

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Widely observed to be Cassavetes’ last “personal” film (he would make one other, the more mainstream comedy caper Big Trouble in 1986), Love Streams is adapted from the stage drama by Ted Allan (Lies My Father Told Me). The story follows alcoholic lothario and writer Robert Harmon (Cassavetes), his fierce and befuddled relationship with his sister, Sarah Lawson (Gena Rowlands, superb as ever), a divorcee in the midst of an emotional crisis.

The first act of Love Streams follows Sarah and Robert independent of one another. Sarah is in Chicago, going through a messy and difficult divorce from her husband, Jack (Seymour Cassel), who’s also getting custody of their eight-year-old daughter, Debbie (Risa Blewitt).

Robert, meanwhile, is a renowned novelist living in Los Angeles, whose booze-fuelled disintegration is causing him to self-destruct, which is intensified when he suddenly has to watch over his 12-year-old son, Albie (Jakob Shaw), a task he’s too devil-may-care to comply.

Eventually the siblings reunite and their roles reverse. The off-kilter tone of desire and despair, hope and heartache plays out in light and dark colour compositions, Robert and Sarah seek emotional attachment in their interior, almost subterrane world of sympathy and human bonding. The brittle phrenic state that Sarah is in is often sketched in surreal spirals—and yet for all of Cassavetes aversion for classical structure, nothing onscreen feels false or overstated.

“[Love Streams] is exasperating, because we never know where we stand or what will happen next. I think that’s one of its strengths: There’s an exhilaration in this rollercoaster ride through scenes that come out of nowhere. This is not a docudrama or a little psychological playlet with a lesson to be learned. It is a raw, spontaneous life, and when we laugh we wince.”

– Roger Ebert

 

Pouring water on a drowning man

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Impossibly, during the production of Love Streams Cassavetes learned he had liver cirrhosis, that it was killing him and that, at best, he had six months to live (Cassavetes would tell almost no one this and end up fighting for five more years, eventually succumbing to the disease in 1989).

It’s contrary to reason not to view this film without feeling the anguish that Cassavetes must have endured, and as these forlorn figures are so up against it, so to is the urgency of the artist behind it. It is easy to envisage Love Streams as something ostensibly close to a weighty artist making his definitive statement, requiescat in pace.

“Most people don’t know what they want or feel. And for everyone, myself included, It’s very difficult to say what you mean when what you mean is painful. The most difficult thing in the world is to reveal yourself, to express what you have to… As an artist, I feel that we must try many things –– but above all, we must dare to fail. You must have the courage to be bad –– to be willing to risk everything to really express it all.”

― John Cassavetes

My initial exposure to Cassavetes the writer/director, prompted by Jarmusch’s excited fanboy fever, first lead me to A Woman Under the Influence, and Rowlands’ feat of strength in the titular role.

It’s clear and unequivocal in all their work together that Rowlands is his greatest spark, a muse to bring all other diversion to a screeching halt. Her close-ups spellbind, the fire in her eyes melt all in her gaze, and Love Streams may well be her performance pinnacle. Her portrayal, like the film itself, is hypnagogic and hilarious one moment, harrowing and heart-rending the next.

Sometimes harsh and excitable, wounded but still well founded, and deep, Love Streams is a fountain of sentiment and courage, gushing forth now and forever.

“Love is a stream. It’s continuous, it doesn’t stop.”

– Sarah Lawson (played by Gena Rowlands)

Author Bio: Shane Scott-Travis is a film critic, screenwriter, comic book author/illustrator and cineaste. Currently residing in Vancouver, Canada, Shane can often be found at the cinema, the dog park, or off in a corner someplace, paraphrasing Groucho Marx. Follow Shane on Twitter @ShaneScottravis.

 

 


   

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  • D Train

    A gem of a movie.

  • SupernaturalCat

    Thank you for this.

    “To have a philosophy is to know how to love.” – Cassavetes

    John Cassavetes from A Personal Journey with Martin Scorsese
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UR3jKqsMI_c