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Reviewed by Glenn Erickson
John Frankenheimer had his share of problem pictures, and despite its assured performances and
well-observed small town atmosphere The Gypsy Moths is one of them. There's some
overheated romance that fares well, and interesting action photography of a daring skydiving team,
but there must be some interior dimension to James Drought's source novel that isn't being
communicated here, because we can see the emotional shots miss by a mile. Yet, with a cast this
powerful, there's never a dull moment.
Synopsis:
A barnstorming skydiving team blows into a small Kansas town. Joe Browdy (Gene Hackman)
is the dealmaker who beds a topless waitress (Sheree North) for a one-night stand, and then goes to
church on Sunday. Malcolm Webson (Scott Wilson) grew up in this town, and finds the trio rooms at
the house of his aunt, Elizabeth Brandon (Deborah Kerr), where he meets young student Annie Burke
(Bonnie Bedelia). Mike Rettig (Burt Lancaster) is the taciturn leader of the skydivers who lately is
taking more and more risks - he makes a play for Elizabeth, right under the nose of her stuffy
husband Allen (William Windom).
Advertised as doing for skydiving what Frankenheimer previously did for Grand Prix racing,
The Gypsy Moths is admirably directed and acted, with air-to-air skydiving camerawork that
is still breathtaking. But skydiving by its nature is nowhere near as spectacular as the formula-one
racing circuit, and
what we have here is a quieter update of Douglas Sirk's The Tarnished Angels -
the inner drama of men risking their lives daily for an audience that thinks them a trivial
entertainment.
Unlike car racing (we all drive cars), skydiving is one of those activities that is fairly
unthinkable to most of us. When things go wrong, we tend to think not what a great tragedy
has happened, but that the skydiver was asking for his fate. We all know that in a movie about
people jumping out of airplanes, somebody is going to buy the farm before the end of the
show. That's a built-in anti-suspense factor that doesn't help The Gypsy Moths.
Other films of this kind, like The Great Waldo Pepper, have big issues to sell - the bloodlust
of the crowds, the humiliation of the carnival-like barnstorming profession. We only get a part of that
here. Gene
Hackman's character is practical and realistic, a 'healthy coward' who wants no part of the riskier
stunts. His idea of a dream is to go west and become a movie stuntman, which is not a bad idea for a
guy already risking his neck every weekend for a few dollars. But we really aren't told why Scott Wilson
or Burt Lancaster skydive, and have to make do with the probable motivations - Wilson is toying with the
death of his parents in a car wreck, Lancaster has a Death Wish a mile wide. Neither motivation is
overplayed, but we're left with some emotional holes.
One thing The Gypsy Moths does have is heat. The film's Paradise Bar is one of the few topless
joints in a movie that works beyond cheap thrills, especially with known hot number Sheree North putting
her body behind her very good acting. And Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr get a chance to do onscreen
what was only suggested in
From Here to Eternity sixteen years earlier.
This over-50 couple gets it on on the living room sofa like teenagers, and unlike most 'liberated' films
with nudity, generate an impressive sexual charge. The sparks start as soon as they meet, and the best
thing about
The Gypsy Moths is the way that Kerr's smouldering looks pay off in a real affair after so
many of her Hollywood movies brought up the issue, only to evade it.
But overall, the drama is muted. William Windom plays the cuckold in a near-catatonic stupor, as if
already nullified by some earlier Kerr infidelity. She's bold enough to flummox her husband,
but unwilling to run away with Lancaster, whose commitment to total freedom frightens her. Hackman's
connection to Sheree North is short-lived, and we wouldn't mind some compromise with realism
to have her play at least a small part in the later story. Scott Wilson's motivations are realistically
clouded, but his brief affair with a very young, very attractive Bonnie Bedelia just doesn't amount to
much.
I think what Frankenheimer, Lewis and Lancaster wanted was to use the new freedom of the screen to cut
through the bull of Hollywood dramas and present characters as complex and un-readable as
real people. In reality, nobody would be able to figure out a guy like Mike Rettig, so this
is a good idea. But audiences in 1969 were left without strong emotions they could understand and
probably wrote
the film off as too murky, and overly serious. (spoiler) The proof that something dramatic is amiss
comes when a certain character exits in the
third act. What little fun the show had goes with him, and the remaining ensemble lacks cohesion.
The Gypsy Moths looks very good on DVD; Savant saw only the trailer when it was new, and it's
thrilling to see Lancaster, Hackman, Kerr, Wilson, and Bedelia in a brand new 'old' picture.
The Kansas town is sketched in blistering heat and sudden rainstorms, and the aerial photography
is indeed impressive. A featurette on the skydiving team assembled for the film has some nice sound
bites from Lancaster and Frankenheimer. As might be expected, they both seem fascinated by the
technical challenge and the fearless professionalism required to jump from planes. We learn that it
took 1300 jumps to film the picture - none of them by the actors, however.
The commentary by the late John Frankenheimer is as good as his other commentaries, especially his
candid thoughts about the film in general and his reassessment of it as a worthy but unsuccessful
project. For whatever reason, audiences in 1969 stayed away.
On a scale of Excellent, Good, Fair, and Poor,
The Gypsy Moths rates:
Movie: Good
Video: Excellent
Sound: Excellent
Supplements: Commentary, 1969 featurette, trailer
Packaging: Snapper case
Reviewed: September 11, 2002
DVD Savant Text © Copyright 2007 Glenn Erickson
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