Carrie (1976, Brian De Palma)
The opening moments of this film strike me as completely wrong. Sissy Spacek plays the dorky and bullied titular character. The first scenes involved her being pushed around by her female classmates after flubbing a volleyball play. The immediate scenes show the girls galavanting like men in the locker room after gym class, while Carrie silently slips off to take a shower. I may be wrong, but do girls behave like this? Maybe they would if they were on a varsity volleyball team and very close, but regular P.E.? To my knowledge the number one reason girls fail P.E. so often is because they hate to dress and undress for gym. Moving on. The camera then zooms to Spacek who is naked and spends a sufficiently awkward amount of time on her flesh before the big finale of the opening moments, which feature Carrie getting her first period. Don't most girls get their period at ages 12-14? Carrie's character is 17 or 18. And of course she has no idea what a period is? Not even the silly plot device of having her being raised by an insane religious zealot of a mother (Piper Laurie) can explain Carrie not knowing what a period is.
The rest of the film is pretty much like this... silliness. Carrie continues to battle with her inner turmoil of being a loser, while succombing to her insane mother's demands and teachings. The mother character here is so far over the top, the viewer would expect it to be written for comedy or at least satire, but no such luck. The part is written to be played straight, which could be a possibility, as I'm sure there are religious lunatics out there. However Piper Laurie's performance is so off kilter and alien to anything I've seen before, I don't know whether to call it atrocious or brilliant. I loved the actress in The Hustler, but here she goes beyond anything the role could have demanded.
The teenagers are basic archetypes. The jock, the guilt-ridden prep, the scheming popular girl, and of course the idiot abusive boyfriend played by John Travolta in one of his most unbearable performances - which says a lot.
Brian De Palma as adds his own flair with some intentional flourishes. Yes he wears Hitchcock on his sleeve with Carrie and even borrows Bernard Herrman's piercing Psycho theme. Some of the slow motion shots seem self-indulgent. The spinning camera scene at the prom, I'm sure great symbolic meaning of Carrie's Cinderella character spinning out of control as she's in a dream she cannot steer.
I like horror films, and teenage dramas, and even crappy and not so crappy Stephen King adaptations, but this thing is just ugh.
Grade: D