Blood Simple

Blood Simple

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If a little pearl-handled .38 goes off in the middle of the night and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? Blood Simple invites such sardonic musings from the viewer. This is a film compelled by minutia, but housed within big questions encircling philosophy and geopolitics. An opening voiceover on the difference between Russia and Texas introduces audiences to Visser (M. Emmet Walsh), a private investigator fitted with a zippo and cowboy hat. He’s a sloth who’s also a sleuth, hired by Marty (Dan Hedeya), a barkeep who wants to know the man that his wife, Abby (Frances McDormand), has “been sluicing.” Across the desk from Marty, Visser tells him it’s Ray (John Getz), one of Marty’s defective employees. Marty tells him that, in Greece, they would cut off the head of a messenger bringing bad news just to make themselves feel better. Visser, more amused than frightened, retorts: “Give me a call whenever you want to cut off my head. I can always crawl around without it.” One wonders: Does that make Visser a chicken or a snake?

Writer-directors Joel and Ethan Coen wrench their characters to the core of their viscera, not their minds. Therein lies the filmmakers’ turn from the classical period of film noir. Take Visser’s name as a pun; he’s a hefty man with a thin moral compass. The Coens surely crib the character from Touch of Evil, but not simply as an homage. If Orson Welles’s film is generally understood to be the end of Hollywood’s initial noir cycle, then Blood Simple, financed and produced independently, announces a resurrection of the style under a different order of operations, one linking the production methods of the ‘80s slasher cycle and other low-budget horror films to the possibility of a neo-noir cycle that could manifest through similar means.

Unfortunately, no U.S. director, excepting John Dahl, heard the Coens’ call. The brothers’ visual interests here unmistakably emanate, on one level, from Joel’s work as an assistant director with Sam Raimi on The Evil Dead. But while many have noted the “shaky-cam” shot lifted from Raimi, used as Marty drags Abby out onto Ray’s front lawn, few have aligned the similarities of camera movements and techniques between Blood Simple and Halloween. James Naremore says Blood Simple contains “hyper-Wellesian tracking shots,” but the movements seem more approximate to the Steadicam as used by John Carpenter, so that whenever characters move through space, the camera emphasizes the space’s enclosure, not its widening. Moreover, Ray and Abby’s chat inside a car seems plucked straight from Halloween‘s post-prologue scene, with the rainy night creating a chiaroscuro effect of blacks and blues.

If Blood Simple is understood to be in dialogue with its horror contemporaries, analysis can shift from noir’s focus on psychological and existential fears to both that of the body in trauma and the body of genre cinema itself as a meaningful form for contemporary thought. Lest the Coens be lumped in with the pastiche hacks of the world, Blood Simple comprehensively thematizes miscommunication, rendering nearly every scene a meditation on some form of mixed signals.

The film’s focus on acts of speech extends to technological forms of cultural meaning. When Meurice (Samm-Art Williams), a bartender, hops across the bar to play Four Tops’s “It’s the Same Old Song” on a jukebox, the joint’s patrons—mostly white—are characterized through a single reverse shot, in which their confused looks and slight headshakes suggest displeasure at being denied their next honky-tonk anthem. Meurice’s act, though innocuous within the surrounding narrative, seems illustrative in hindsight of the Coens themselves as artists, determined to resurrect an oldie that many patrons—or viewers—preferring the homogenous background noise (of standard-issue Hollywood) won’t be interested in hearing.

The same goes for several fastidiously written conversations, particularly between Ray and Abby; they utter nearly one hundred lines of dialogue throughout the film without a clear exchange of meaning. Ineptitudes, whether in action or contemplation, yield characters with broken fingers, bloody noses, and holes in their guts. But Blood Simple cannot be reduced to its body count, because the Coens aim to break genre cinema’s glass ceiling of so-called style over substance. Some of it is rather puerile play with the medium itself, as when Ray’s car, which won’t start, itself momentarily halts Carter Burwell’s piano score. Most of the film, however, reforms cinematic meaning from within its archetypes, so that at the end, when Abby thinks she’s finally killed Marty, the collective force of the Coens’s tightrope walk hits our spleens with a force far greater than that of a butcher knife.

Image/Sound

If anyone ever writes a cinematography manual on the use neon colors in American cinema, Blood Simple will surely constitute a chapter of its own alongside Crimes of Passion and Blade Runner. However, many (including myself) might not have thought so before seeing Criterion’s 4K restoration, which brightens the film’s neon palette to an extent that far exceeds MGM’s 2008 DVD and even the 2011 Blu-ray, which was an improvement, but nothing like the leap made here. On the previous discs, colors were a bit washed out and flat, leading one to believe the Coens had intended a softer, quieter look. Not so, apparently, as this director-approved Blu-ray boasts colors so saturated that characters’ faces are awash in blues and reds throughout. Yet the explosion of color hasn’t obliterated the roundly chiaroscuro tones, so that blacks and areas of darkness retain a sharp separation.

Image clarity and focus are consistent throughout, with the film’s numerous beads of sweat and drops of water clearer than ever. The only controversy, especially for purists, could be cinematographer Barry Sonnenfeld’s admission that a few continuity errors, such as previously visible tracks for dolly shots and a few lighting sources, have been digitally removed on this release. The 5.1 DTS-HD surround mix is forceful, bellowing the Motown refrain alongside Burwell’s score with no detectable balancing issues. Likewise, dialogue stays on an even keel, clear and steady, with no flaws to note.

Extras

A milestone. While audio commentaries have been a marker of excellence on home-video releases for decades, this Blu-ray raises the bar. The supplement of exceptional note is a 70-minute session between the Coens and Sonnenfeld, in which the trio not only talk through their decisions on the film in a nearly scene-by-scene manner, but are also equipped with a Telestrator that allows them to mark on, and pause, the film for further elaboration. The result is akin to an intimate seminar, where lighting sources and editing choices aren't simply noted, but detailed and elaborated on to the extent that Sonnenfeld, noting a timing miscue, flatly tells the brothers: "You just didn't cut it right." The tone remains playful, but the insights are wholly illuminating, revealing the Coens and their collaborators to be human, certainly, but also rigorous craftsmen whose precision is the result not of genius, but an intricate familiarity with the mechanism through which they work. It's a fast-paced, tour-de-force showcase of forethought and execution. The only way to get closer to the Coens' thought process would be standing next to them on set.

A handful of other interviews—all new—are also worthwhile. The best is a chat between the Coens and Dave Eggers about the film's inception, its production, and their initial struggles to find a distributor. They dish on casting, from how Frances McDormand landed her first film role to why M. Emmet Walsh demanded to be paid in cash. But the real highlight is their discussion of trying to find distribution and being met with shrugs from every major Hollywood studio. McDormand elaborates on her role, noting that she only received the part because Holly Hunter had to drop out. She also explains the peculiarity of working with the Coens, and how their distinctive laugh lets actors know they've nailed a scene. Walsh's interview is shorter, but no less fascinating; he recalls being a bit baffled by the script, but accepting the role because it gave him the chance to play, as he puts it, "a Sydney Greenstreet type." Additionally, an interview with Carter Burwell and sound mixer Skip Lievsay provides details about their notable contributions. A handful of trailers and an essay by Nathaniel Rich round out the disc.

Overall

Criterion’s Blu-ray for Blood Simple gives a different meaning to "film school in a box," and should prove to be a landmark release for progressing home-video distribution/filmmaker collaborations.

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Specifications
  • Blu-ray Disc
  • Dual-Layer Disc
  • Region A
  • Aspect Ratio
  • 1.85:1 Anamorphic Widescreen
  • Dolby Digital Formats
  • None
  • DTS
  • English 5.1 DTS-HD Master Audio Surround
  • Subtitles & Captions
  • English SDH
  • Special Features
  • New Conversation Between Sonnenfeld and the Coens About the Film’s Look, Featuring Telestrator Video Illustrations
  • New Conversation Between Author Dave Eggers and the Coens About the Film’s Production, from Inception to Release
  • New Interviews with Composer Carter Burwell, Sound Mixer Skip Lievsay, and Actors Frances McDormand and M. Emmet Walsh
  • Trailers
  • An Essay by Novelist and Critic Nathaniel Rich
  • Buy
    Blu-ray
    Release Date
    September 20, 2016
    Distributor
    The Criterion Collection
    Runtime
    95 min
    Rating
    R
    Year
    1984
    Director
    Joel Coen
    Screenwriter
    Joel Coen, Ethan Coen
    Cast
    Frances McDormand, John Getz, Dan Hedaya, M. Emmet Walsh, Samm-Art Williams, Deborah Neumann