The Lumet Myth
Not loving films by the man considered a cinematic knickerbocker, a celluloid Damon Runyon, might seem unpatriotic because, for the past three decades, Sidney Lumet has been marketed as the filmmaker who most accurately depicts modern New Yorks grittiness. That rep is a residual benefit of Lumet being a New York–based, rather than Los Angeles–based, director. But this happenstance is what determined Lumets choice of material, actors and fast-and-dirty methods. The hallmark of Lumets films, from Twelve Angry Men (1958) to last years Before the Devil Knows Youre Dead derive from his early career in 1950s East Coast television production more than it proves his command of a personally expressive style.
But the impersonal nature of Lumets movies is what diminishes them as movies. Indeed, it makes themoverallthe consequence of what is essentially hack TV culture.
Ironically, a half-century after Lumets motion-picture directing debut with Twelve Angry Men, that television liability has made him a totem of todays television-centered pop culture. His trite, crude Before the Devil was widely soldand misunderstoodas an indie breakthrough for an 83-year-old veteran, when it was really just another profane made-for-HBO movie.
The Lumet myth gained momentum with 1975s Dog Day Afternoon, which recreated a mundane Brooklyn day when an exasperated Brooklynite attempted to rob a bank to pay for his pre-op transsexual boyfriends surgery. Instead, he brought together cops, media and local citizens to witness an unplanned, out-of-control event. This was a quintessential New York freak show, and Lumet dined out on the acclaim for its street atmosphere (the timely Attica! Attica! cheers) and roster of desperate temperaments: from Al Pacinos harried Sonny, Christopher Sarandons nervous tranny, Charles Durnings bumptious police detective, James Brodericks murderous NYPD captain, John Cazales demented gunman and the rogues galley of onlookers.
Dog Days success focused media attention on Lumets accidental verisimilitude in New York–set films like Bye Bye Braverman, The Anderson Tapes, Serpico and Just Tell Me What You Want. Lumet himself pursued this whim in his criminal-justice-system movies: Prince of the City (with Treat Williams squeaky-voiced snitch); The Verdict, Q&A (Nick Nolte as a monster bigot cop); A Stranger Among Us (Melanie Griffith as an undercover cop among Hasidim); Night Falls on the City (Andy Garcia as an Irish cop); and Find Me Guilty. Most of these are pretty awful, a couple are as career-killing as The Wiz and several are unforgivable.
But first, lets clear up some misperceptions. Due to a media leak of what went on at the Dec.10 New York Film Critics Circles voting meeting, the Internet was splattered with reports that I made a passionate speech against Sidney Lumets career achievement awarda journalistic gaffe that omitted the point of my protest. The NYFCC had previously only given one career-achievement awardto Jean-Luc Godard in 1994. My argument was that Lumet had already been honored with a Critics Best Director prize in 1981 for Prince of the City (fatuous, overlong, forgettable), which should have been sufficient recognition. Besides, I reasoned, Lumet wasnt worthy of succeeding the Godard precedent.
Few Circle members knew this history, or cared. Instead, they were emboldened by the recent canard that Lumet was the New York director par excellence and, heck, didnt he deserve a gift for outliving better directors?
Recently, the Circle dismissed a career-achievement proposal for another filmmaker as being publicist-driven. But in Lumets case, critics think like publicists, eagerly promoting the idea that Lumets films represent some acme of New York self-presentation. Eventually, the Lumet controversy/fallacy came down to his Career Achievement prize being almost unceremoniously presented. Instead of the great actors Lumet had directed (from Pacino to Paul Newman, Jane Fonda to Vanessa Redgrave, Sean Connery to Shirley Knight to Dean Stockwell) doing the honors, it was Ellen Barkin, star of Lumets TV movie Strip Search, who presented the certificate. (Barkin also erroneously stated that Lumets was the Circles first-ever career kudo.)
Still, where did this rep come from? Lumet did not make the quintessential New York movies. These would be My Man Godfrey, A Mans Castle, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Gentlemans Agreement, On the Corner, The Taking of Pelham 1,2,3, Annie Hall, Do the Right Thingfilms about the struggles of the working class and the ethos of ethnic strivers. Instead, the films that make his reputation are the ones that herald the skullduggery of the citys movers-and-wreckers; that is, the power fantasies of New Yorks media elite. Media wonks like to pretend blue-collar virtue while enjoying the benefits of white-collar luxebut without showing intellectual pretense. Lumet gets celebrated for making New York magazine or Daily News movies; these arent snotty New Yorker magazine movies but a modish version of blue-collar pulp. To have influenced David Chase or George Clooney (Barkin smiled and said that Clooney considered Network a perfect film) is nothing to be proud of.
Film Forums schedule picks fairly broadly from the diversity of Lumets career, yet none of these films demonstrate that Lumet is a filmmaker. It ranges through his filmed-theater phase, his Euro-trash phase, his Big City phase. Some of his more curious features are missing (Last of the Mobile Hot Shots, The Appointment, The Wiz, Lovin Molly). Despite their eclecticism and box-office failure, they argue against the idea that Lumet is a renaissance artist. This retrospective simply shuffles the postcards of a long, peripatetic career.
Take note, there is one great film in the barrel: the 1962 Ely Landau production of ONeills Long Days Journey Into Night where Lumets TV style sufficiently captured definitive and career-peak performances by Katharine Hepburn, Jason Robards, Ralph Richardson and Dean Stockwell. Some adroit imagery even allows the play, the voices and the faces to reign. Its workmanlike filmmaking that turned out to be a classic. But most often, Lumets career divergences would bring him right back to New Yawk blatancy and vulgarity. And although this may well be Lumets legacy, it should be clearly recognized that he never films New York as Scorsese or Spike Lee doas an artist who creates meaning through the quality of images (unless you count urban blight as an aesthetic). Perhaps one reason Lumet has garnered esteem in the post-TV age is that he makes movie-watching as simple as TV.
Arthur Schlesinger, Jr. used the wrong analogy in an American Heritage line that Lumets films offered as comprehensive a sociology of New York city as Balzac or Zola did of Paris. Not only is this literary nonsense, its cinematic ignorance. Lumets films about New York society cover diverse territory but they pretty much keep to the perspectives of the white middle-class and the white-ethnic proletariat scramble for power. These storiesfrom the quasi-tragic The Pawnbroker to the serio-comic Find Me Guilty are anything but comprehensive. Rather, they are stereotypical New York stories; not the first cinematic examples of modern urban archetypes, just the most recent.
Schlesingers pumping-up resembles a similar inflated boast that The Times Vincent Canby gave to Woody Allen, willfully ascribing to these New York filmmakers a depth and scope that is beyond their middling talents, all in the effort to erect a cultural eminence for the contemporary marketplace. But this exaggeration (which Film Forum rubber-stamps) is also a political ploy; it ratifies the social hegemony that Lumets movies promote, titillate and exploit. Lumet favors class divisions between cops and lawyers and perps and politicians, judges and merchants as if breaking past visions Dos Passos, Langston Hughes, Henry Roth, Hubert Selby, Piri Thomas, Irwin Shaw and Philip Roth had not already etched. If Lumets films seem realistic, thats because they are familiar in their superficiality. No Lumet New York movie probes as deeply as Kazans Gentlemans Agreement, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn or scans as widely as Frank Borzages Bad Girl and After Tomorrow.
Lumets cynicism repeats and sustains Big, Bad, Tough city mythology. Not in the way of the old Naked City TV series (There are 8 million stories in the Naked City. This has been one of them.) but in the nihilistic, deadbeat sense of the ad infinitum Law and Order TV series that routinely rips Armageddon from the headlinesjust to provide fodder for TV advertisers. Lumet sustains his modern rep by indulging Hollywoods contemporary skepticism about social reform and offering only gloating, ugly urban chaos. This cynicism began with his TV satire Network, Paddy Chayefskys prophetic nightmare of media madness. Network may have predicted reality TV, Infotainment series and rampant corporate-media greed, but it is still an overacted, visually glum, ham-fisted piece of agit-prop. Not lively, just aggressivean offshoot of Lumets TV-bred blatancy. It is an example of the coarsened humanity it pretends to critique.
A Lumet movie is always a little cheapas if budgetary considerations were as important to him as thematic ones. But dont confuse this with the unrefined style of underground, independent filmmaking when it is, mainly, hasty and frugal. Thats less a New York school of filmmaking than a demonstration of New York hustling.