In 1974 acclaimed film director Brian DePalma took an artistic gamble and created his own version of the classic tale Phantom of the Opera. Phantom of the Paradise is an over- the-top glam horror comedy movie musical, featuring a starring role and songs from musical legend Paul Williams (the award-winning writer behind classic songs like “Evergreen”, “We’ve Only Just Begun”, “Rainy Days and Mondays,” and “Rainbow Connection”).
On release, the film landed with a mighty thud and quickly disappeared back whence it came…
… this would be where the story ended if it weren’t for the brave denizens of the small and frigid Canadian city of Winnipeg who didn’t get the memo. Instead local kids (shockingly between the ages of 9-13) turned the film into an enduring phenomenon with local box office grosses larger than the studio blockbuster Jaws.
These little Winnipeggers did this by buying up thousands upon thousands of tickets, sending the soundtrack up the charts and even flying in Williams for a concert where he was treated like a member of the Beatles by the mobs of teens assembled. An entire generation of kids grew up on The Phantom of the Paradise and they continue to keep the cult around the film alive today with sold out screenings and events still happening in Winnipeg to this day.
Phantom of Winnipeg tells the story of the unique fan community that sprung up around the film and the people whose rock and roll obsessions are still going strong decades later. This documentary will be an exploration of an outsider community and the very DNA of fan culture itself told via the true life stories of those fateful Winnipeg kids who just got it, the cast and creative team behind the original film who saw it all go down first-hand and the famous artists who swear that Winnipeg was definitely on to something.
Tags: Malcolm Ingram, Winnipeg
That Brian De Palma’s 1974 masterpiece Phantom of the Paradise would be a smash success in Winnipeg was expected–but Paris? Pourquoi? What prompted Parisians to put down their profiteroles, bunch up their berets and fork over their francs for the Phantom?
A recent trip (honeymoon in fact!) to the City of Lights may have provided the answer.
But first, school time. Phantom’s basic plot (and its title) can be attributed to French novel Le Fantôme de l’Opéra (The Phantom of the Opera) written by Gaston Leroux and published in 1910. That, in turn, drew its inspiration from the classic French fairy tale La Belle et la Bête (Beauty and the Beast), written by French novelist Jeanne-Marie Leprince de Beaumont and published in 1756.
There are also the film adaptations: Universal Studios produced the first (silent) version in 1925, featuring Lon Chaney, Sr. and Mary Philbin. The scene in which Chaney’s mask is snatched off is to reveal his quite horrifying visage (featuring ingenious makeup techniques created by Chaney himself) is one of the most shocking and replayed moments in the history of cinema.
A later version was produced in 1943 and features Claude Rains as the Phantom. Notably, the Phantom’s facial disfigurement is caused by accident–him having acid thrown in his face–rather than him being born disfigured as per Leroux’s original story. (This switch became part of the subsequent Phantom retellings, and the manner in which Winslow Leach is disfigured would become even more outrageous in 1974.)
Brian De Palma’s choice of familiar source material to ground his production of
Phantom/ Phantom of the Fillmore/Phantom of the Paradise would have been a canny box office guarantee of sorts: consider what his colleague and friend George Lucas said later of Star Wars: “The title Star Wars was an insurance policy…we calculated that there are something like $8 million worth of science fiction freaks in the USA, and they will go to see absolutely anything with a title like Star Wars.”
But while having familiar and also very French source material would have appealed to Parisians, there is something else that would have stuck out like a baguette from a grocery bag: the film’s typography. Phantom of the Paradise is saturated in the iconic Parisian font Metropolitain, associated with signage over the entrances of the Paris Métro (subway) and designed in the “art nouveau” style in 1899 by Hector Guimard. As further reinforcement, there is a secondary font that is also associated with art nouveau movement–Bocklin–that had a resurgence in the early 1970s due to its use by Roger Dean on various prog-rock album covers.
French audiences would have been forgiven for expecting to find one of their own having infiltrated the production. But it was a decision made by an American: Production Designer Jack Fisk. His choice of Metropolitain/Bocklin was an aesthetic masterstroke, one that would have linked, for French audiences, the avant garde tale of Winslow Leach all the way back to the Faust opera being staged in Leroux’s source novel. And proved that, perhaps, someone was actually paying attention.
One can quite literally not avoid seeing these fonts in Paris. They permeate the city and its signage. Climb to the top of the Eiffel Tower and you’ll see them promoting Cameroon Airlines in the gift shop. Come back down and they’re being used to sell ice cream in the window of a nearby café.
The success of Phantom of the Paradise in Paris is frustratingly anecdotal and remains, even at the end of the year 2015, poorly documented (did it play for a year? Every night at midnight for 10 years? In one cinema or dozens?). Yet, its influence on young Parisian peepers has been confirmed by all manner of artists, filmmakers and musicians, from Deborah Znaty to Thomas Bangalter and Guy Manuel Christo de Homem who often cite the film as inspiration for the look and sound of their Daft Punk duo.
I dedicate this post to the people of Paris and offer a heartfelt transatlantic hug from one Phantom town to the other.
An interesting assessment of Brian De Palma’s career recently by the hipsters over at the Onion’s AV Club. Interesting in that Phantom of the Paradise seems to have been rediscovered (or, simply, discovered) and ranks fifth in their list of “essentials”:
1. Blow Out (1981)
2. Carlito’s Way (1993)
3. Femme Fatale (2002)
4. Casualties Of War (1989)
5. Phantom Of The Paradise (1974)
In a more just world, De Palma’s camp musical would be the midnight phenomenon that The Rocky Horror Picture Show became instead, but there’s still a pocket of cultists who rightly appreciate his fiendishly clever mix of soaring songcraft and satirical jibes at the tools that run the music industry.
Naturally this set off a torrent of the usual unnecessary Rocky vs Phantom shenanigans in the comments section. Can’t we all just get along? I mean, we’re perfectly willing to acquiesce in cultural servitude to the cult juggernaut that is The Rocky Horror Picture Show. But meet us halfway and admit that Phantom is the superior film – is that asking too much?! (Note to self – actually watch RHPS some day.)
I made a point of watching every Brian De Palma movie I could get my hands on between Phantompaloozas, including actually paying cash money to see The Black Dahlia in a movie theatre. Here, then, is my own annotated list of Essentials:
That’s all I got. Discuss.
As much as I wanted to try this myself some day, a tip of the phantom helmet to Ari the Archivist over at The Swan Archives, who has just finished his cantata: a ginormous scene-by-scene analysis of Phantom of the Paradise that informs, entertains, and promises to be the last word on our phavourite film. Erudite and authoritative, it’s also a free-wheeling mini film school specializing in the cinema of Brian De Palma. Why can’t all film studies be this cool?
In the interest of full disclosure, it’s probably worth mentioning that Phantompalooza 2 simply wouldn’t have happened without Ari’s support and organizational acumen, a debt that no amount of Alycia’s perogies can ever repay.
You must stop reading this right now and head over to The Swan Archives.