Discussed by Glenn Erickson
NOTE: I've been told that the Carl Weathers Scene IS included with the deleted scenes
on the disc, and that I missed it somehow. When I can check it I'll change the
review ... apologies for my error!
Steven Spielberg's Close Encounters of the Third Kind was his first personally initiated
blockbuster hit. Its almost unanimous acclaim squelched the whinings of critical detractors
who insisted on portraying him as a directorial traffic cop for car crashes and hungry sharks.
Beaten to the summer box office by the monster hit Star Wars, and shoved aside in the Oscar competition,
CE3K nevertheless has aged as well as Lucas' ongoing phenomenon. And that's even
after Spielberg's continued monkeying with its final form for subsequent 'special edition' releases.
An international team of UFO experts struggles to connect with
extra-terrestrials that are contacting groups and individuals all over the world,
communicating in musical tones and implanting psychic suggestions as to the location of their imminent
rendezvous with mankind. French scientist Claude Lacombe (Francois Truffaut) prepares a
secret group of volunteers for 'The Mayflower Project,' a human/alien exchange program. But he slowly
becomes aware that the aliens are conducting a volunteer project of their own, mentally
impregnating sensitive individuals the world over with the
impetus to seek out a curiously shaped mountain. One of these contactees is Jillian Guiler
(Melinda Dillon), an artist whose son Barry (Cary Guffey) has been abducted by the lights in the
sky. Roy Neary (Richard Dreyfuss) is a Johnny Paycheck who throws wife and family aside in a mad
quest to find out what his personal close encounters mean. It all ends in a cross-country
race to Devil's Tower, Wyoming, the location that Lacombe's map reader/interpreter David Laughlin
(Bob Balaban) has discovered is going to be ground zero for the biggest event in human history.
Savant has a special lump in his throat for CE3K as it was his first big time industry job, in a
tiny but fun capacity, and an experience that brightened my life. 1
The movie turned out to be a classic. What seemed during production to be a lopsided,
over-ambitious remake of
Earth vs the Flying Saucers turned into
a cultural event that made UFOs
credible and aliens benign. It also marked the height of Spielberg's first wave of directorial
achievement, which established his visual strengths and signature effects: unabashedly manipulative
use of music, and transcendent camera moves into the awestruck faces of cosmic converts. The
Collector's Edition's extras cover all the known bases: I'll try instead to relate some personal
perspectives on the show.
I myself am seeing most of the DVD's 'extra scenes' for the first time, which I'd forgotten since
reading the shooting script in 1976. I remain of the opinion that the 1980 special edition
was a botch that added plenty of stupid material along with the good. The extra footage of
Roy Neary cracking up at home was very helpful, while the spaceship interior deflated the whole
climax with faux-Disney cuteness. 2
The gigantic foreground miniature ship in the Gobi Desert, a nice touch, is ruined by latter-day
Spielberg over-hype. The expedition vehicles recklessly vault sand dunes for eye-candy 'Rat Patrol'
shots, followed by the first truly stupid use of science-fiction helicopters - flying close to the
ground, and behind the trucks. On the other hand, a lot of helpful material was dropped.
The opening scene at the power plant where we learn that Roy is a put-upon low-seniority
lineman, was needed to show us his relationship to his job: The power emergency was
a serious one, and he was recklessly irresponsible. Carl Weathers' excellent moment, telling
Neary that, "We shoot looters, Smith," added risk and tension
to Jillian and Roy's cross-country trespassing. These are all scenes cut from The Special
Edition, and not restored for this latest re-edit. Fudge.
Douglas Trumbull's Future General company, where the effects were shot, was sort of a
sister-shop to John Dykstra's ILM in the valley (the original ILM, which had to change
its name to Apogee when Lucas took Dennis Muren and started anew up North). This meant
Savant was able to visit ILM as well and see their dogfight photography setups, big pieces of the
Death Star, etc. Some key personnel migrated to CE3K, even Muren himself, when it came
time to shoot the giant chandelier, uh, Mothership with 10-hour programmed shoots in a motion-control
room full of Mole-Richardson oil smoke. Douglas Trumbull was converting into a director-
executive by this time, trying simultaneously to launch the ShowScan Corporation, but he still
contributed a lot of hands-on involvement. The son of Don Trumbull, a wonderful engineer and
fabricator-inventor, Doug was technically super-competent in many fields. He also put up with nothing
shoddy. Encouraged to get a cheap intercom for communication in the saucer-room, I ran to
Radio Shack. When the thing belched out static and feedback, Trumbull hurled it into the nearest
wall and told me if I brought back another piece of s*** like it I'd be fired!
Spielberg was the hottest director in town but not yet the massive cultural institution we now know, the
one that has eclipsed Disney and most other mortal dynasties. Columbia knew they had a runaway
production, yet the example of Star Wars put dollar signs in their brains. On their
next film they'd try to rein him in and prove that the studio was in charge - what a joke - but on
he was everyone's favorite kid in the candy shop. Steven designed most of the spaceships and
aliens himself. Their 'electric lollypop' simplicity, and the Bug Eyed Midget look of the ET's, were
rationalized on the basis that that they accurately mirrored the descriptions of people who claimed to
have had real Close Encounters. Spielberg kept a tight lid on security, and we all remained
loyally silent about details of the show.
The biggest gift to all of us 'heelots', as the great effects cameraman Dave Stewart called us
("I'm surrounded by heelots!") was Star Wars' gambit of giving screen credit to every last
soul who worked on the film. Spielberg followed suit and Savant got his 'project assistant'
credit next to UCLA pal Hoyt Yeatman, a budding tech genius I had suggested as an automatic camera
babysitter to work a night shift after Dennis Muren went home. By contrast, Savant remained
a stoop'n fetch-it grunt because I wasn't an effects person - the wunderkind in the shop was young
Scott Squires, who of course quickly became a top effects man.
The effects were produced in 70mm. A clever plan to blow up the 35mm feature footage and mate
it with the effects in the larger format was abandoned in the rush to complete the film. All
of our shots were taken to MGM and reduction-printed to 35mm, and then RE-ENLARGED to 70mm with the
rest of the show, a process that sounds ridiculous, but at least made the footage match better.
Unfortunately, all those hero 65mm final effect take negatives have since disappeared, making
the two special editions of CE3K an editorial nightmare for Columbia.
In the grandeur of 70mm, CE3K was one impressive picture. On the
Cinerama Dome's original curved screen, the picture warped like a horseshoe and the base camp was
projected on the floor, but it didn't matter. Crowds exited the theater in a daze, always, it
seemed, with a few claiming they'd seen God. Spielberg had out Disney'd Disney and thrown in a shovel
of Cecil B. DeMille to boot, producing the biggest feel-good, warm 'n fuzzy, Sci-fi charmer of
all time. Just as Universal had engineered word of mouth that made 1975 a banner year for
shark attacks, 1977 had a rash of flying saucer sightings that Savant thinks must have been
snowballed by CE3K's publicity brains. Even President Carter copped to having seen
a UFO. Time lost all credibility, but sold a pile of magazines with a full
color cover of the Mothership, and the words "The UFOs are Here!"
Random things to look for in the movie:
The shot of Neary pulling the map down in the cab of his truck, seen from behind, was taken in
Greg Jein's miniature shop, with the tabletop model positioned right in front of the truck.
It was just a test, with cameraman Alan Harding standing in for Dreyfuss, but Spielberg bought it
for the final cut ... apparently getting Richard Dreyfuss back for an insert was a big headache.
The police car jump was filmed on a hilly piece of US Navy property in Palos Verdes, and its
stunt driver (in a car with none of the expected safety features) took off at top speed to impress
Spielberg. In dailies, most of the shots just showed a blur exiting the top of the
frame: the car vaulted way over several of the cameras and pancaked into flat earth instead of
making the intended ski jump landing on the incline. Savant took the night off to watch this
shoot, which had an unpleasant finish: the stunt driver broke both his legs. Soon
thereafter, he was happily directing episodes of the car stunt-heavy The Dukes of Hazzard.
The Mayflower Project space men are shown getting onto buses and witnessing various presentations,
wearing dark glasses but never directly explained. One of them always reminds Savant of
Austrian Actress Florence Marly, in her role as the green-blooded vampire from Curtis Harrington's
Planet of Blood. Savant makes useless, irrational connections like this all the time.
In our screenings, we all felt that the first crane shot reveal of Devil's Tower was more impressive
than anything else in CE3K, no matter how good our effects looked. Real has an advantage
that effects can't match - as in 1941 where the most breathtaking views by far of the P40
fighter are the shots of a real airplane buzzing over the trees toward the Grand Canyon.
In the classic shot of the Mothership rising above Devil's tower, to pivot and descend on the
base camp, nobody ever remarks on the fact that it comes from the 'security base' side of the
mountain. By logic, Warren Kemmerling's security chief and all of his 'unclassified personnel'
should have gotten a look at it before Truffaut and Neary. Actually, the angle and the
perspective are somewhat smushed - rising as it does, the Mothership would have to start with its
longest spires buried in the Earth. Maybe Kemmerling & co. were crushed by it! I've
always suspected that it was the graphic power of the image that overruled logical considerations -
it was CE3K's 'icon' to match the shark in the Jaws poster.
The windstorms at the base camp were done with air jets on-set, but all the glows, light beams, and
atmospheric lens flares in the trucking shots around the personnel with their instruments were added
afterwards on an old-fashioned animation stand. Painstaking months of rotoscope work by
animator Harry Moreau on giant-sized cels were required, while Effects Animation Supervisor Robert
Swarthe worked out the multiple moiré exposures that would create the shimmering,
music-motivated patterns on the Mothership underbelly.
As the returning 'kidnappees' emerge from the belly of the Mothership, including the pilots of the
mystery flight over the Devil's Triangle, their names are spoken over a PA system. Right
after a scientist says, "Einstein was probably one of them", we hear over the PA,
"Erickson, David" - My brother's name! Modelmaker Ken Swenson's surname
is heard as well, and being soft headed, I've always preferred to believe that Spielberg added
details like this on purpose.
The Mayflower Project spacemen are all lined up and ready to board the Mothership, but Roy Neary
is herded alone by the aliens into its base (likened, even during filming, to the nipple of a
giant inverted breast). When we cut back to the wide shots, the Mayflower volunteers are
no longer there, leading many to conclude that they boarded the Mothership as well. Spielberg
said later that the volunteers simply retired from the floor, rejected by the aliens who wanted
only their choice, and he cut it out because it slowed down the scene. The idea that
the aliens choose a guy like the relatively doofus-y Neary to represent the human race is a concept
that is said to have estranged writer Paul Schrader from the project. Now Neary would seem to
represent the perfect 'everyman' for Hollywood - a passive, open-minded dreamer who
indiscriminately consumes everything the technologically superior movie industry tries to sell him.
The Mothership was originally designed as a black shape erasing stars as it passed overhead, which
accounts for the shadow that the final model casts, when it's actually a very bright object,
lit up like an upside-down Manhattan skyline. There was a miniature R2D2 on its rim,
along with the cranes and booms from at least 25 plastic model kits of Cousteau's Calypso.
The Revell model kit company was right down the street from Future General on Glencoe
Avenue, and after filming wrapped we went to Spielberg's Hollywood home to show the 9' diameter
Mothership miniature to the plastic toy company, which wanted to make a model of it.
Spielberg kept it locked in his garage to prevent its image from getting out ahead of time. Just
try doing that now with any movie. The spiky sea-urchin shape of the model was a
kid's toy no-no, so the notion was dropped.
The Disc Set:
Columbia TriStar's DVD of Close Encounters, the Collector's Edition, comes in an impressive package,
opening up in the strangest way I've seen yet. I'm thinking of storing the discs elsewhere to
prevent damage to it, as it's made mostly of card stock and doesn't look too durable.
Disc one is the movie, which is very handsomely presented. There are Dolby 5.1 and DTS tracks and
additional French and Spanish language tracks. I'm curious to run the show again in French to see
how they handle the 'interpreter' dialogue, when everyone's speaking French! Columbia's usual
generous array of subtitles is there: French, Spanish, Portuguese, Chinese, Korean and Thai.
There aren't many chapters in the scene selections, but they're well chosen.
Disc two has the extras, several trailers and a worn-looking original featurette, and a 1997
docu done for the laser disc of the 2nd special edition, which received a very limited release.
Owners of the old Criterion Boxed laser are advised to hang onto it, for this DVD has none of its
still galleries or effects interviews.
The best extra on the DVD is the above-mentioned deleted scenes. Almost all would have helped
the movie. The Nearys' visit to a neighborhood picnic looks a little forced and too critical of the
but Savant thought all of Roy's adventures on the night of the blackout were great. With power
outages threatened in California (think of the riots that could happen! think of the economic
blackmail our President and his corporate cronies are threatening us with!), the havoc that results when
the aliens mess with the power grids seems very topical now. The documentary also has some deleted
bits that Savant's never seen before, all of them very interesting, especially the failed
attempts at filming aliens and Neary entering the Mothership floating on wires. To be honest,
even when I watch this 'final' version I'm confused by what's there and what's not, and what version
it was in. Spielberg very clearly says (in 1997) that showing the inside of the Mothership was a
mistake. In 1980 he behaved as if it were the greatest idea ever. There's something to be
said for the old one-movie, one-negative rule. Classics like Metropolis, Napoleon
and For Whom the Bell Tolls look as though they were cut down bit by bit over the years, even by
their own filmmakers, who could never arrive at a finished product.
Close Encounters still plays extremely well, and has an emotional kick that hasn't faded one
bit. Spielberg's sentiments are unforced, and he has the miracle of Cary Guffey to make his scenes
with the kid spellbinding. There's a strong undertow of 'youthful irresponsibility' vs. the straight
family life here. Roy Neary is an undistinguished man who basically throws his life away
for an idea, less than an idea, and runs happily into some abstract kind of eternity, pausing to kiss
a friend on the way. The fact that the aliens have hypno-suggested Neary's erratic
behavior doesn't mean that they're completely responsible for breaking up his family. As in
Nicholas Ray's Bigger Than Life where the drug cortisone merely liberates James Mason's unexpressed
dissatisfaction and hostility, the aliens have freed the childlike Neary to follow his
true character. Spielberg alludes to Flying Saucer cultism as an alternate religion, and a learned
book I have about human belief systems agrees with him. Neary's not really an artist, but an individual
compelled to express himself in any way he can. His rush to 'become one with the universe', find
a higher plane of existence, or change into something totally different, has to be read as an
impulse to avoid the responsibility of living a mundane human life with all its problems.
Dreamers are often accused by loved ones or experts or even themselves, of really not wanting to
face life or fulfill anyone's expectations but their own. For us 50s science fiction kids, Sci-fi
really was some kind of religion, and its best fables charted an evolution of our attitudes
The Day the Earth Stood Still is
supposed to be pacifist and
open-minded, but it's really about a heavy morality coming down on the transgressor. The feeling
I still get at the end of Close Encounters is a youthful one, of being willing to do what Neary
does. It's like what some sacrificial volunteer must have felt in a primitive society, ecstatic
because he gets to be the one to jump in the volcano and join with God.
Close Encounters, even though Spielberg defensively calls it naive, is possibly his purest movie,
done for himself and not to conquer an audience with a giant celluloid Disney battering ram. And
his alien spaceship ramp doesn't unload a big robot like Gort, delivering some cheap moral
about minding our manners or being good boys. What you recall from CE3K are exultant moments,
embraces and smiles, and especially those clichéd push-ins to awestruck, beatific faces. In
Close Encounters, they're perfect. Spielberg was at his best interpreting genres like Science
Fiction that only rarely had gotten around to really being about, what they were about ... I
like to remember him for this movie most of all.
On a scale of Excellent, Good, Fair, and Poor,
Close Encounters of the Third Kind Collector's Edition rates:
Supplements: Making of docu, original featurette, deleted scenes (some workprint), trailers
Packaging: 'funky cardbord sleve containing funky cardboard folder with over-under
Reviewed: May 25, 2001
1. Hired as a special effects production assistant by Douglas Trumbull's
effects production manager on the basis of my UCLA project 2, I worked for 13 months on CE3K. I ran
errands for the
effects shop, clerked in the editorial shack, projected 70mm dailies, squired for Gregory Jein
building miniatures, and took all of the B&W stills of the effects effort. Trumbull's shop was
an old, seagull-infested candle factory in Marina Del Rey. It was the most fun, and the worst
pay that I ever had.
2. I always felt that the cut from the spaceship interior back to the
original film gave the inappropriate impression that Neary
had been transformed by the shower of pixie dust into an alien! The 'kids in suits' aliens are
entirely different from the one that appears just after Roy enters the spaceship. He walks out
and smiles, and blinks his eyes so sadly ... but the cut, and the unique appearance of the critter
implies that it IS Neary.
3. Which brings up a funny story from Star Trek: The Motion Picture,
two years later: a nightshift cameraman called a radio deejay at 2AM to request a song, and
innocently blabbed all about the story and Shatner and Nimoy. He didn't know that his entire
conversation about the anxiously awaited movie had been recorded, and it was broadcast on morning
radio morning shows all over the country, attributed to him by name. We
all thought he'd be fired for sure when effects supervisor Richard Yuricich called him into his
office. Optical cameraman John Bailey had the last laugh when he suddenly announced that the
employee in question had been taken to the hospital. Gasps from all around the room.
We loved the guy. "For God's sake, why?" "To remove Richard Yuricich from five feet
up his a**!"
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