Friday, December 27, 2013

I don't know who you think we're going to fool


--------- [excerpt, Body Heat screenplay, written by Lawrence Kasdan]------------ NED RACINE:  I'll follow you.  I want to see the chimes.

MATTY
You want to see the chimes.

RACINE
I want to hear them.

She looks at him.

MATTY
That's all.  If I let you, then that's all.

RACINE
I'm not looking for trouble.

(They're in agreement.)

MATTY
This is my community bar.  I might have to come here with my husband some time.  Would you mind leaving before me?  Waiting in your car? 
(her manner is a little less confident) --
I know it seems silly.

RACINE
I don't know who you think we're going to fool.  You've been pretty friendly.

She gives him a look and then slaps him hard !  Everyone turns toward them.

MATTY
(steadily)
Now leave me alone.

She stands up, takes her purse and her cigarettes, and walks to a conversation area further into the cocktail lounge, & sits on a sofa, alone.  Racine watches her with amazed eyes.

[end Screenplay excerpt]

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It is a shocking moment when Matty Walker slaps Ned Racine across the face in the Pinehaven Tavern.  They're sitting side-by-side at the bar, their conversation has been congenial -- fun -- and the scene seems intimate -- or -- "friendly" as Ned has pointed out -- "You've been pretty friendly"...When people who haven't seen the film in a long time watch it, they gasp when she slaps him -- Smack! -- the first time I saw it, in the theater, I gasped ... "Oh!"

And she commands him, firmly, "Now, leave me alone...!"

Seeing it the first time, I wondered, at that point, if this interaction between these two people was over.  Would Matty Walker drive home alone?  And would Ned drive himself back to his apartment, in a large, old house in Miranda Beach?

Well in the next shot, the audience sees Ned driving his car, headlights on against the darkness -- is he driving home, ticked-off at having been on the receiving end of non-fatal but certainly-surprising violence?

No -- you see he's watching up ahead with singular focus, and up ahead is a car, turning on the blinker, for a left turn at a residential property.  Ned's car follows.

The screenplay says,

"The drive is canopied by heavy trees, the vegetation crowding the road with a primeval lushness.  The headlights create sinuous welcoming shadows.  It is as though Racine were entering some separate, parallel, jungle world.  Eventually the house comes into view.

RACINE (O.S.. -- [Offscreen])
Jesus."

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He watches her as she opens her driver's-side door.  Her legs.  The skirt's hem is just below the knee.  She drops her cigarette and places the toe of one high-heeled shoe on it and puts it out.  She notices him looking at her and drops her gaze.

It's Florida, so there are palm trees.
The house is big; some of the windows have those -- what are they called - ? - those hooded, rounded cloth things over-top of them.
John Barry's low-key, jazzy, mildly-suggestive music adds to the atmosphere. 
It's incredibly tense, for the viewer.

It's a-lotta-house, and the Husband who can afford All-Of-This..."only comes up on weekends."

Well -- she married him!  What's the deal?  Is he mean or cruel to her?  Or is she just bored?  Or is she truly so magnetically attracted and drawn-to this small-town lawyer?  Or is she one of those people who is never satisfied...?  Is she careless?  Reckless?  (No -- she does not seem careless or reckless, she seems intense and controlled underneath the veneer of calm disillusion...)

Matty Walker is young -- thirty-ish -- and when Ned Racine flirts with her and she flirts back, you kind of assume maybe her husband is somewhat older than she.  (At any rate, he's had Time to Make All This Money ...)

Out there where the two cars are parked, you can begin to hear the tinkling-dinging of Matty's chimes.

---------------- You're the one that doesn't like to talk about the heat.  Too bad.  I'd tell you about my chimes.

-- What about them?

-- The wind chimes on my porch.  They keep ringing and I go out there expecting a cool breeze.  That's what they've always meant. 
But not this year. 
This year it's just hot air. ...

-30-

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