Clint Eastwood’s first directorial experience, the film Play Misty For Me (Play me before you die, 1971 – what kind of smart guy thought to translate the title into Russian like that?) That’s why the first one is that it’s a pancake that came out a little lumpy, but every serious pancake has to go through it. Sometimes everything in the movie is so ridiculous that it’s even funny. You can put it all down to shaggy times and outdated mores, but here the deliberately exaggerated masculinity, twisted by 200%, is exactly what we love him for. There’s also a lot of narcissism here, but over time, Clint will dim that fuse by paying more attention to the stories themselves. As Eastwood noted, he had a similar experience of stalking a girl he abandoned, she even threatened to commit suicide.
The first half of the film is excellent and believable. The same cannot be said about the second one. At the beginning of the film, unsuspecting radio host Dave Garver welcomes pretty Evelyn Draper to a bar. He takes a beer for himself, and treats the girl right away with a screwdriver! Well, it’s good that it was so easy, I wanted it myself, and I deserved it! And then, when she violated his boundaries twice, he allowed it to happen, giving positive reinforcement to her actions, sleeping with her over and over again. So it’s okay, she decided, and continued her dirty business. After that, no amount of persuasion and heart-to-heart conversations worked. Evelyn’s girlfriend obviously had a breakup injury and instead of working it out with a psychologist, she decided to continue living it and aggravate it, as they say, stalkers gonna stalk, which in Russian means that stalkers will continue to stalker. This character holds a punch and immediately takes the bull by the horns: “Am I supposed to sit here dressed up like a whore and wait for my master to call me?”
Clint is still that beautiful narcissist here. Sometimes we are given enough time to contemplate his naked torso, sometimes he is parading around the room in white underpants, or even reclining with his primer in the bracken bushes without a hint of underwear. When the ambush girl was put behind bars, Dave and his chick Toby decided to lie down in the garden of paradise and finally have sex without witnesses. And to cuddle naked in the waterfall, as if nothing had happened. Just think, the black housekeeper was put on a knife because the stalker got out of control. “Stirlitz, as always, had nothing to do with it.” And when he couldn’t come to his girlfriend’s romantic evening, and she pouted, he just explained to her, saying, I’ll finally tell you the truth, that I couldn’t in any way, anyway, the cheat cut her veins at my house and she had to work as a nurse. Chikulya agreed, and indeed, the reason for the non-appearance was respectful and forgave the prodigal cat. After all, they already have a chill relationship – situationship or chillationship: if you leave for 4 months, then I’m sorry, it’s your own fault, you have to satisfy your natural male needs on the side. And the summer of love 1968 in 1971 in California is not over yet, so “its okay.”
The DJ from Dave is so-so, he mumbles the name of the next song between songs and continues to answer the calls of radio viewers. I have to put on this Misty every night! Apparently there is nothing more to listen to on the radio, they have only one KRML in the neighborhood, and there is not a TV everywhere. Even the black man is more interesting than the host, who is cheerful, with a twinkle, offers to pull a joint, and Dave just sips his beer and he has all the same – the girls are on his mind, not the music. The guy doesn’t burn with work, it’s quite easy to distract him – Evelyn just needs to show herself at her best – well, without clothes – and look, the client has matured. The stalker behaves with him in exactly the same way as he does with girls, instead of answering uncomfortable questions, she quickly switches the subject: “and you have such beautiful eyes!”
Police officer McCallum, although with a surname similar to whiskey, turned out to be somewhat slow, not only did he not understand music and did not appreciate radio broadcasts, but he also managed to die immediately from a blow with scissors. And before that, Dave behaves impudently with the detective, does not want to answer his questions, does not try to remember a line from Edgar Allan Poe (he moves like Roo out of Euphoria answering the question “tell me how you spent the summer”), the investigation does not help at all from the word, even though he called the police – there is a knife in the alcove pillow. he sticks it out, but he, miraculously unharmed by the victim, you see, a conversation with an officer of the law is unpleasant. So Dave goes to the dagger-wielding stalker Dangerus with his bare hands, withstands a knife fight, and one hard punch is enough for him to defeat the damned Evelyn. The finale is cruel and ridiculous – a breathless enchantress is swimming in the bay, and the concert is recorded on tape and last year’s broadcast is on the radio. Misty has been staged again for Evelyn, God rest her sinful soul.