MS. 45
Posted in Action, Film, Thriller, Vigilante on August 31st, 2008 by Thomas
Exploitation-flicks ain´t what they used to be… Since Quentin Tarantino delved into the genre with “Kill Bill” vol. 1 & 2 and “Death Proof” all we´ve been hearing is “Grindhouse”-this and “Grindhouse”-that. Don´t get me wrong, I thought that those movies were great fun but you can´t really compare them to the classic exploitation-movies. There´s a kind of synthetic feel to them. It is obvious that those films were made by someone who loves the genre but there´s no real sleaziness, grittiness or depravity to them. Those days are unfortunately over. Think about the 80´s and some of the exploitation-movies that were made back then: “Maniac” (1980), “Chained Heat” (1983), “Vigilante” (1983), “The Exterminator” (1980)… and of course, “Ms. 45” (1981)! Christ, some of those 80´s exploitation are so sleazy and gritty that you think that the DVD tray in your player´s gonna be dripping with piss when you open it. That´s what Tarantino´s trying to emulate and since I was born about 20 years too late and on the other side of the world, the experience of visiting a real grindhouse-theatre is something I missed in life. I can´t tell you how it was, sitting there in the dark, watching a film about women in prisons, while the guy next to you were shooting up heroin and another guy puking in the corner. To be honest, even if I had the opportunity I´m not sure that I would visit it. It sounds kinda nasty, now that I think about it. The thing I´m trying to get at is that those old exploitation movies ARE sleazy and gritty, while Tarantino´s films WANNA BE sleazy. There´s a difference there and no matter how much I love Tarantino´s films, he will never be able to climb the depraved depths of director, say like… Abel Ferrara!
I figured that since last time we spoke I urged you to go out and see a revenge-flick, “Death Sentence” (2007), I might as well continue on that track. “Ms. 45” was released back in 1981 and directed by the fascinating Abel Ferrara and written by his then collaborative partner Nicholas St. John. This was Ferrara´s second feature film (if you don´t count his debut, an 1976 adult film with one of the best titles ever, “9 Lives of a Wet Pussy”) and his follow up to the classic “The Driller Killer” (1979). “Ms. 45” centers on a mute woman, Thana (played by Zoë Lund), gets raped twice coming home from work and decides to take matters into her own hands. She dresses suggestively and roams the streets alone, wreaking vengeance upon anyone who tries to take advantage of her. How´s that for a bad day, huh? Raped twice in one day. You can´t really blame her for going a little crazy with the men in New York City, can you?
Like so many other films in this genre, the story is basically a re-hash of “Death Wish” (1974), this time with a girl in the lead. But that doesn´t matter cuz´ back in 1981, Abel Ferrara was on a roll. I haven´t seen any of the films he´s directed since 1998, mainly because they haven´t been released on DVD anywhere but from what I´ve read about them they´re not supposed to be that hot. This is a goddamn shame, if you ask me. Apparently, he´s working on a prequel to his classic “King of New York” (1990), which at least sounds more interesting than a screwball comedy, set in a Go Go-dancing club, which his last film was. Since Ferrara ended his partnership with Nicholas St. John, his career hasn´t been what it used to be. After all, together they managed to churn out such excellent films as “King of New York” (1990), the extraordinary fucked-up “Bad Lieutenant” (1992) and the very original take on vampirism, “The Addiction” (1995). “Ms. 45” definitely deserves to be mentioned in the same breath as these films. It´s a great vigilante-flick!
This summer I visited New York City, and let me tell you: it wasn´t what I expected! It was much cleaner, there were no hobos lurking behind the garbage cans, I saw no one getting mugged or raped in an alley, no one were waving guns around and I actually managed to the ride the infamous Subway and live to tell about it. My image of New York, that I have managed to create by watching an unhealthy amount of movies during the last 25 years, weren´t exactly accurate. It would have been interesting to visit the city back in the beginning of the 80´s. Abel Ferrara seemed to think it was hell, if you wanna judge it by this movie. It is populated by incredibly creepy men who take every opportunity they can to take advantage of an innocent girl like Thana. In Ferrara´s New York, all men are predators and the only way for a girl to make it is to turn the tables on them and, plain and simple, kill the depraved suckers… That´s fine by me, cuz´ what we get is one of the most interesting exploitation flicks of the 80´s. It´s always fascinating when a director manages to set his film in places that you know you would never visit in real life and that is exactly what Ferrara does here. His camera prowls the backstreets and alleys of New York and back then, that town sure had a seedy underbelly. The apartment buildings were filled with eccentric neighbors and gods beware if you had a boss at work! You can bet your ass that he would try to feel you up in his office. This is what poor Thana has to endure before she starts to use a gun that she kept after she killed one the two rapists. What follows is pretty basic “Death Wish”-formula but Ferrara manages to keep it interesting by his seedy locations, a pretty cool soundtrack and a spectacular performance by Zoë Lund. She should´ve gotten a bigger break. Tragically, she died in 1999 due to a drug-related heart failure so stay off drugs, kids! She seemed to be a lady of quite some talent and it´s sad that she didn´t get to show what she was capable of.
Ferrara is also smart enough to leave the cops out of it. It´s never a good thing when filmmakers try to combine both the story about the vigilante and the cops that are working the case. Neil Jordan did this with “The Brave One” (2007) and the result left me a bit underwhelmed. No Sir, you should follow Ferrara´s example and focus on either one, not both. Films like this should try to keep the story as simple as possible. That´s when they work best and that´s part of why this one works so well. Ferrara doesn´t try to overcomplicate things. That doesn´t mean that this is a “dumb” film, oh no! They storyline is pretty simple but since this is Abel Ferrara & St. John we´re talking about here you can be pretty sure that they manage to work their usual themes of Catholicism and guilt in there. This kick into overdrive in the final scenes, which I won´t spoil for you here…
According to imdb.com, Ferrara is hard at work with “Pericle Il Nero”, the prequel to “King Of New York” and I really hope that this will be a return to form for him. When I say “form” I mean “grim”, “seedy”, “gritty”, “perverted”, “drug abuse” and “guilt-ridden”. Let your demons loose and delve into your obsessions again, Abel! Who the hell needs a screwball comedy about a Go Go bar when you can make a film about a young, drug dealing gangster with no scruples? I don´t and neither does you, Mr. Ferrarra…
Some might say that this is man´s world we live in, but after watching “Ms. 45” for the tenth time, I have to agree with Neneh Cherry that it is in fact a woman´s world and that´s fine by me…
Until next time: stay ghoul, stay sick & stay in touch, fiends!
Thomas Lovecraft
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