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If you’re an obsessive cineaste there’s a good chance you maintain a mental list of the films you’d like to see, the films you’d like to see again, and the films you’d like to see reissued on DVD. The vagaries of distribution and ownership often conspire to make older films fall out of sight even when they’ve been produced and promoted by major studios, have had TV screenings and so on. This was famously the case with five of Alfred Hitchcock’s features\u2014Vertigo<\/em> and Rear Window<\/em> among them\u2014which managed to remain out of circulation for two decades; more notoriously there was Stanley Kubrick’s neurotic embargo on any screening of A Clockwork Orange<\/em> in the UK which meant that my generation of Kubrick-watchers had to make do with a variety of pirate VHS recordings.<\/p>\n Penguin edition, 1973. Photo by Van Pariser.<\/em><\/p>\n DVD reissues have chipped away at my “must see again” list with the result that Stuart Cooper’s The Disappearance<\/em> (1977) recently found itself at the top of the catalogue. This film has never been as inaccessible as some: it received at least two TV screenings in the UK, and was available on VHS cassette for a time. There was also a DVD release although by the time I started looking for it the only available copies were secondhand ones commanding high prices. A year or so ago I read Derek Marlowe’s Echoes of Celandine<\/em> (1970), the novel on which the screenplay is based, and as a result became more eager than ever to see the film again. Having finally watched a very poor-quality transfer of a VHS copy on YouTube<\/a> I now feel sated, even if the experience was unsatisfying.<\/p>\n The Disappearance<\/em> is one of those odd productions that ought to have all the ingredients to make a very memorable film but which never works as well as you might hope. The screenplay was by Paul Mayersberg, written between his two films with Nicolas Roeg, The Man Who Fell to Earth<\/em> (1976) and Eureka<\/em> (1983); there’s a great cast: Donald Sutherland, David Warner, Peter Bowles, David Hemmings (who also produced), John Hurt, Virginia McKenna, Christopher Plummer; Kubrick’s cameraman of the 1970s, John Alcott, photographed the film shortly after winning an Oscar for his work on Barry Lyndon<\/em>; the source material is very good: Marlowe’s novel is described as “a romantic thriller” but when the quality of the writing easily matches any literary novels of the period such a description makes it sound more generic and pot-boiling than it is.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Both novel and film concern a professional hitman, Jay Mallory, whose latest contract\u2014which he at first rejects\u2014coincides with the unexplained disappearance of his wife, Celandine. This is the disappearance of the film’s title, although film and book differ so much in setting and tone that the disappearance might also refer to the missing eighty percent of the novel. Mayersberg and Cooper move the framing locations from London to Montreal, while Mallory’s assassination mission to Scotland in the novel becomes a journey to Suffolk in the film. The script retains character names and roles, and the bare bones of the plot, but that’s all; the sardonic and witty first-person narrative is jettisoned in favour of chilly exteriors, glossy interiors and dialogue which doesn’t tell you very much at all about the characters. To be fair to writer and director, 20 minutes was chopped out of the running time, and since this is the only version I’ve seen to date you can’t expect it to fully represent was originally intended. Donald Sutherland’s portrayal of Mallory is as cold as the winter locations, and not very far removed from his frigid detective in Klute<\/em><\/a> (1971). American cinema in the 1970s had more than its share of hired killers, all of whom tended to be stoic and taciturn. Sutherland’s Mallory fits the type, and if that seems like a betrayal of the novel I doubt the film would have been made at all otherwise.<\/p>\n After rewatching The Disappearance<\/em> I can see now that the main flaw is that Mayersberg and Cooper stripped away the heart of Marlowe’s novel without adding much of their own to compensate for the loss. Mayersberg’s scripts for Roeg are filled with verbal detail and symbolism but there’s little of that here. It might have been better if the whole production had been made even more spare and minimal, like Melville’s Le Samoura\u00ef<\/em><\/a> (1967). Some of the opening scenes, with their combination of icy Canadian landscapes and Modernist architecture (including one startling shot of the Montreal Biosph\u00e8re<\/a>) resemble the early films of David Cronenberg, but any sense of menace is dispelled by an unsympathetic score that would have been more suited to an episode of Kojak<\/em>. (To be fair again, this seems to have been another unwarranted imposition.) There’s also one complete non sequitur when Mallory is nearly ambushed on a lonely country road. This scene is not only unexplained (although the missing 20 minutes may have clarified matters), it’s also completely absurd to have what appears to be a middle-class family attempting to rob someone at gunpoint in the English countryside.<\/p>\n The copy of The Disappearance<\/em> at YouTube is pretty poor, being cropped to 4:3, and with dreadful sound and a very dark picture. Anyone curious enough to watch it is advised to download it first then use VLC<\/a> to boost the sound and visuals. Having wondered for years when I might see this film again it turns out that it was reissued on Blu-ray last year, a limited release from Screen Archives Entertainment<\/a> which looks as superb as you’d expect <\/a>with John Alcott behind the camera, and which also presents the director’s original cut. Despite the reservations expressed above I’m tempted to get this to discover what’s in those missing 20 minutes. In the meantime there are more Derek Marlowe novels to chase down. Paul Gallagher<\/a> has an appraisal of Marlowe’s career at Dangerous Minds.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"![\"marlowe.jpg\"](\"https:\/\/www.johncoulthart.com\/feuilleton\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/marlowe.jpg\")
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