196. Escape From
New York
(
US
1981)
Manhattan
is turned
into a giant prison. The President is abducted and held hostage there. War hero
and convicted criminal Snake Plissken must get him out.
Director: John Carpenter
Starring: Kurt Russell, Lee Van Cleef, Donald Pleasance, Isaac
Hayes, Adrienne Barbeau, Harry Dean Stanton, Ernest Borgnine
Screenplay: John Carpenter/Nick Castle
Bit part: Jamie Lee Curtis (voice over at the start of the film)
Fact: Expansively breasted Barbeau was Mrs John Carpenter at the
time of filming.
You must have seen Escape From New York
by now. Kurt Russell is one-eyed anti-hero, Snake Plissken, a vaguely futuristic
Clint Eastwood figure sent by tough special forces' chief Bob Hauk (Van Cleef)
to save President Donald Pleasance from the clutches of Manhattan’s main man
Isaac Hayes (“The Dook of New York, A Number One.”)

Lee
Van Cleef. Nails. Even on the side of a mug.
Plissken has tiny bombs implanted into his blood stream to prevent
him from escaping in his government-issue glider. If he can bring the president
back, they’ll be dissolved before they blow his arteries apart.
Plissken meets numerous characters as he tries to fulfil his Joseph
Campbell-inspired mini-odyssey/mission brief. These include:
- Crumple
faced actor Ernest Borgnine is ‘Cabbie’, a
Brooklyn
taxi driver (funnily enough), who acts as a guide/mentor in the underworld;
- ‘Brain’
(Harry Dean Stanton), the, er, ‘brains’ of the operation (Carpenter must
have spent hours thinking of these names);
- Maggie
(Barbeau) “Brain’s squeeze” (his words, not mine), whose job it
is to be aggressive and show her breasts;
- Season
Hubley (???), who is described as ‘Woman in Chock Full O’ Nuts’ (ooh-er)
in the credits. Hubley (no, me neither), also receives a ‘special
appearance by’ credit in the opening titles, despite her two minute role
consisting of dropping her kecks for one of Snake’s cigarettes (in order
to further exemplify the director’s reputation
for writing believable, rounded roles for women). Watch ‘John
Carpenter’s* Vampires’ if you want to see the nadir of his depiction of
women in his films.
- Donald
Pleasance in a blonde girly wig. You can try to take Don’s
dignity away, but he usually manages to do it himself, anyway. He’ll
always be ‘Colin’ to me: “I can see things, close up, to work, but
you’re just Lionel Blair.”
- Isaac
Hayes in his only other recognized acting role apart from Lenny Henry’s
‘Chef’.**
- Various
other skanky actors including a very plausible, method acting paraffin lamp
(who sings a very plausible, method acting version of “Hail to the
Chief”) and a scary, punk dwarf thing straight from a futuristic The
Singing Ringing Tree.
*That’s
what it’s called! The vanity of the man.
**Joke.
Possibly the worst programme ever and certainly the worst to debase the good
name of ‘Everton’.
After
numerous violent escapades, Snake saves the President, recovers a not very
futuristic c90 audio tape (which contains the secret of nuclear fusion to
appease the Russians and Chinese at the ‘Hartford Summit’) and then does
something very naughty to render the ending fairly nihilistic.
A film that’s much better than the sum of its parts. Some snappy, ironic
dialogue, some good performances and some imaginative set pieces make Escape
From New York
one of Carpenter’s (and the eighties’) more fondly remembered films.
The
film’s sequel ‘Escape From LA’ cost about 20 times as much as the original
but often looks as if it cost half as much. Whole shots and mini sequences are
(deliberately) appropriated for what the director hoped would be a post modern
reworking of his original story. Worst of all, after directing a subversive
socialist film (They Live) in the middle of the worst of the Reaganite economic
excesses, Carpenter filled his film with dreadful anti-PC diatribes attacking
(amongst others) vegetarianism and anti-smoking lobbies, which he saw as an
attack on his basic rights as a
“red-blooded” American.
Carpenter’s love of Howard Hawks’s macho posturing had finally addled his
brain.
Escape From LA is a terrible film.
Anyway, Escape From
New York
:
Good
Points
·
All those mentioned above (dialogue/performances/set pieces)
·
The “Everyone’s Coming To New York’ vaudeville song
·
Ernest Borgnine
·
The initial exchanges between Van Cleef and Russell:
HAUK
There was an accident about an hour ago. A small jet went down inside New York
City. The President was on board.
SNAKE
President of what?
HAUK
That's not funny, Plissken. You go in, find the President and bring him
out in 24 hours, and you're a free man.
SNAKE
Twenty-four hours, huh?
HAUK
I'm making you an offer.
SNAKE
Bullshit.

HAUK
Straight just like I said.
SNAKE
I'll think about it.
HAUK
No time. Give me an answer.
SNAKE
Get a new president.
HAUK
We're still at war, Plissken. We need him alive.
SNAKE
I don't give a fuck about your war... or your president.
HAUK
Is that your answer?
SNAKE
I'm thinking about it.
HAUK
Think hard.
SNAKE
Why me?
HAUK
You flew the Gullfire over Leningrad. You know how to get in quiet. You're all
I've got.
SNAKE
I guess I go in one way or the other. Doesn't mean shit to me. Give me the
paper.
HAUK
When you come out.
SNAKE
Before.
HAUK
I told you I wasn't a fool, Plissken.
SNAKE
Call me Snake.
·
Fantastic soundtrack (great early electro and a brilliant
reworking of Debussy’s ‘Engulfed Cathedral’)
·
Good action direction
·
Many sequences live on in the memory (the drive down Broadway;
Pissken’s interrogation; the ‘Crazies’ coming up fro the sewers; the
numerous visual references to hell on Earth)
Bad
Points
- Some
would say that the computer graphics haven't aged well (but I like to think
they have a parallel universe quality about them)
- “1997:
NOW.” Not really.
- Harry
Enfield style obvious catchphrase telegraphing: “I heard you were
dead,”/”Call me Snake”/ “That’s MY spatula, Uncle Bernard!”
I once read that a third instalment was planned entitled ‘Escape from
the Earth’, but this sounded silly to me.
Carpenter should do what Christopher Nolan did with the Batman franchise and
give the ‘Escape’ series a grounding in reality.
Escape
from New Brighton would be just dandy.