Five Easy Pieces

Five Easy Pieces

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Jack Nicholson’s performance as Robert Eroica Dupea in Five Easy Pieces is a marvel of carefully released physical energy. The actor can push himself out of a chair or roll a bowling ball contemptuously down a lane and tell you more about his character than many performers could with pages of motivational dialogue. You can’t take your eyes off of Nicholson in this film: He suggests an ambulatory shard of copper wire running around emitting sparks, or an emotional painter, his primary hue of choice being anger. No one projects rage like Nicholson does in the phenomenal run of projects that punctuate his career from the late 1960s (starting with Easy Rider) to 1980 (ending with The Shining). Nicholson understands a fundamental truth about Angry White American Men: that they’re often rightly or wrongly regarded as clowns, by themselves and by everyone else, and so their fury is inadvertently funny, which makes the men even madder, fueling an emotional perpetual motion machine that leaves them trapped in themselves. Nicholson’s gift, reminiscent of Humphrey Bogart’s, is that he can dramatize both the humor and the horror of such a situation without diluting the force or pathos of either.

Robert is perhaps the most annoying kind of angry male: the guy with a privileged background and exceptional talents (as a classical pianist, in his case) doing his impression of the working-class hero—an archetype he fetishizes and despises, with particular emphasis on the latter. Yet Nicholson finds the sadness and vitality that’s at the center of Robert’s torment. Five Easy Pieces is composed of a series of loose, scruffy, funny, despairing sketches that pivot on the ludicrousness of the actor as a regular Joe—a contrivance that establishes Robert as an interloper into a life that doesn’t fit him, which he turns to out of a sense of spite that’s revealed to mask deep reservoirs of guilt and loneliness.

The actor’s iconic stature wasn’t quite cemented yet, but he’s obviously special, an “other” who doesn’t mesh with the extras who populate the settings as found objects, serving as testaments to the pop-cultural textures of 1970s America. This friction, between Nicholson’s blossoming stardom and the evocative ordinariness of the rest of the movie, is most famously embodied by the scene in the café when Robert demands toast by ordering a chicken salad sandwich without the chicken salad, but there are dozens of other anecdotes as amusing or telling. When two women come on to Robert at a bowling alley, he says their names, Betty and Twinky, with a prodigiously subtle mixture of disbelief, self-amusement, and anticipatory glee that would justify the film’s existence even if there were nothing else to it.

There’s quite a bit more to Five Easy Pieces, of course: It’s a haunting, incalculably influential film that helped, along with Easy Rider, to set the obsessive, unresolved, idiosyncratic tone for the 1970s American New Wave and the independent film movements of the 1980s, 1990s, and 2000s that would follow it. Bob Rafelson directs in an exploratory manner that naturally syncs up with Nicholson’s intuitive performance, his formalism suggesting a fusion of vérité and expressionism. Tonally, the film is all over the place, swerving from droll comedy to melodramatic tragedy and back again, sometimes within a matter of seconds, and that’s to its credit. Watching Five Easy Pieces, you feel that anything can happen, sharing Robert’s feelings of instability.

The opening, in particular, is rich in tense, beautiful landscape shots of the California oil rigs where Robert works, which are ironic in this context for two reasons: The rigs represent plunder of the very nature that Rafelson’s allowing us to appreciate, and Robert is resolutely blind to the western gorgeousness he’s witnessing and defiling. Rafelson more or less prevents the film from fully embracing Robert’s disillusionment by allowing the audience to see and understand things beyond the protagonist’s depressed, distressingly narrow perimeter. But the filmmaker also verges on making sport of the people that Robert disdains, portraying the prototypical oil rigger’s life to be a cramped, hypocritical arrangement of braying children, nagging wives, ugly couches, and cheap, cold beer, with an occasionally merciless lack of grace notes.

Yet Rafelson keeps producing surprises, such as the best scene, when Robert climbs on the back of a truck in the middle of a traffic jam to play Chopin’s “Fantasy in F minor,” one of the “five easy pieces” of the title, which alludes to Robert’s uneasy relationship with his classical music tutelage. It’s a wonderful juxtaposition of the awful (the blaring car horns, which might consciously suggest Jean-Luc Godard’s Weekend) and the transcendent (Robert’s unexpected homage to his rarefied roots) that produces a heightened approximation of the intersection between our dreams and reality. The film has aged remarkably well, as its expression of 1970s ennui unmistakably resembles the feelings of rootlessness that are seizing this country as it drifts further and further into a culture of corporatized sameness. The difference is that we might not even be permitted to enjoy the large expanses of American openness that Robert infuriatingly accepts as a given. Robert’s escape at the end of the film, merely the latest of many for him, is intended by Rafelson as a sign of damnation. But at least that option’s available to Robert. Now, the phrase “off the grid” boasts essentially mythological connotations in our phone-surveillance society, and our contemporary American New Wave is grappling with the dramatization of that trap, usually by retreating pointedly into the past, looking to films like Five Easy Pieces for guidance.


The image is gorgeous, perhaps revelatory for those who grew up watching Five Easy Pieces on TV or non-Criterion DVD. Most astonishingly, there’s the spruced up beauty of the opening scenes in the California oil fields, which have a wide, pristine majesty that’s reminiscent of Western epics like Giant. The cleanness of the image emphasizes the bold, iconic through lines that cinematographer László Kovács fashions, which he contrasts with the expressive grubbiness of the subsequent images of bowling alleys and cramped trailers. This transfer has big colors that nearly suggest Technicolor (at one point Jack Nicholson wears a jacket so red it probably intentionally likens his character to James Dean’s in Rebel Without a Cause), and textures are hyper-specifically tactile. The soundtrack is no less impressive. The sounds of the oil fields are appropriately rich and bass-y, suggesting a huge, sleeping animal, while diegetic effects subtly affirm Robert’s loneliness throughout the film. Minute aural grace notes, such as the scratching of a record that’s hastily shut off, complete the film’s heightened internal vision of external Americana.


These are the same supplements that were included with the Five Easy Pieces disc that was featured in Criterion’s box set America Lost and Found: The BBS Story, released in 2009. They justify the repetition however, as these documentaries are rich in interviews that paint an evocative portrait of the BBS production company (founded by director Bob Rafelson and Bert Schneider, who later added Stephen Blauner) as existing at the forefront of the radically more democratic American cinema that arose in the 1960s as a reaction to the bloated, apolitical studio product that glutted cinemas (and now rules again). Rafelson’s a particularly engaging interviewee, and he’s notably willing to extend credit for his company’s success to a wide variety of collaborators, quietly refuting the mythologies of the auteur theory. "Soul Searching for Five Easy Pieces," "BBStory," and a documentary from 2009 featuring critic David Thompson and historian Douglas Brinkley complimentarily cover the studio’s ascension and could’ve been folded into one feature, but that’s a minor quibble. A more significant disappointment is the vague coverage these supplements accord the company’s decline, which is equally fascinating, if less inspiring, material. Rafelson’s commentary with ex-wife and interior designer Toby Rafelson is rich in telling anecdotes as well, though one wishes the two had been recorded at the same time in the same room with one another. Trailers, audio excerpts from a 1976 interview with Rafelson, and an essay by Kent Jones round out this solid but updateable package.


Five Easy Pieces is a film that continues to guide directors looking to illuminate American anxiety, offering a portrait of tattered, uncertain maleness that features one of the strongest performances by one of the best of all American actors. Consequently, the film has aged quite well, and this stunning Criterion transfer has just extended its already robust shelf life.

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  • Blu-ray Disc
  • Dual-Layer Disc
  • Region A
  • Aspect Ratio
  • 1.85:1 Anamorphic Widescreen
  • Dolby Digital Formats
  • English LPCM 1.0
  • DTS
  • None
  • Subtitles & Captions
  • English SDH
  • Special Features
  • Commentary by Director Bob Rafelson and Interior Designer Toby Rafelson
  • "Soul Searching in Five Easy Pieces," a 2009 Video Piece Featuring Rafelson
  • "BBStory," a 2009 Documentary About the Legendary Film Company BBS Productions, with Rafelson; Actors Jack Nicholson, Karen Black, and Ellen Burstyn; Filmmakers Peter Bogdanovich and Henry Jaglom; and Others
  • Documentary from 2009 About BBS Featuring Critic David Thomson and Historian Douglas Brinkley
  • Audio Excerpts from a 1976 AFI Interview with Rafelson
  • Trailers and teasers
  • An Essay by Critic Kent Jones
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    The Criterion Collection
    98 min
    Bob Rafelson
    Carole Eastman
    Jack Nicholson, Karen Black, Billy Green Bush, Fannie Flagg, Sally Struthers, Marlena MacGuire, Richard Stahl, Lois Smith, Helena Kallianiotes, Toni Basil