Pulp (1972)

In 1971, three Michaels; director Hodges, producer Klinger, and star Caine placed about 40 years of gangster movies in their sights. But instead of taking the shot, they opted instead to force feed it a bottle of whiskey and bash it in the head with the butt of the gun. The result, Get Carter, was as sleek and cool as it was brutal and primal. Their next victim was trash detective fiction (of both the printed and projected variety), but their touch was decidedly lighter, breezier, and sunnier — almost like a Maltese vacation…

Okay, it was a Maltese vacation.

Caine later admitted to choosing roles based on the location of the filming. 'EXT: THE ARTIC CIRCLE - NIGHT,' no thanks. 'EXT: THE FRENCH RIVIERA - DAY.'
let’s talk. So Pulp’s shooting under Malta’s Mediterranean sunlight (in sharp contrast to Carter’s New Castle gloom), and Caine’s role as producer is probably not a coincidence.

I bring up Pulp’s ‘working vacation’ shooting, because I believe it’s a spirit that works it’s way into the film itself. It’s a comedy, but with sometimes an odd, freewheeling rhythm. Gags are sometimes set-up, but the punch-line is forgotten about. Punch-lines are landed, but the set-up is somewhere on the cutting room floor. In the end, it doesn’t really matter. Director Hodges doesn’t seem interested if some of the gags fall flat, the laughs he’s after have sharper barbs and deeper implications than mere pratfalls.

Let’s take a look at the director for a moment. Michael Tommy Hodges from Bristol, England. You can inspect his imdb page for his list of credits. But, let’s take a gander at another list, his ballot for the 2012 Sight & Sound Greatest Films Poll.

  • Ace in the Hole
    Billy Wilder
  • Asphalt Jungle, The
    John Huston
  • Bad Sleep Well, The
    Akira Kurosawa
  • Charley Varrick
    Don Siegel
  • In a Lonely Place
    Nicholas Ray
  • Killing, The
    Stanley Kubrick
  • Kiss Me Deadly
    Robert Aldrich
  • Prowler, The
    Joseph Losey
  • Samouraï, Le
    Jean-Pierre Melville
  • Sweet Smell of Success
    Alexander Mackendrick

That’s a hell of a list. One doesn’t see too many votes for Charley Varrick, Don Siegel’s lean and nasty blue-collar crime yarn. In fact, it got exactly one vote — from Mike Hodges. At any rate, even if you were only familiar with a few of those titles, it would still be obvious this isn’t a man interested in pratfalls. He’s a man who laughs because the situation has become fucked up beyond the point of crying.

In it’s broad strokes, Pulp almost seems like something that rolled off the RKO assembly pulp10line 20 years prior… almost. Michael Caine plays Mickey King, a man who flew the coop on his life of british domesticity and landed in the Mediterranean. There, he pays the rent by authoring cheap, quick, and dirty detective fiction, the titles of which I won’t spoil here. Nor will I spoil the various pseudonyms he uses on the byline. Mickey squeezes out the few drops of glamour contained within his lifestyle and job, donning a white suit that could probably use a spin at the dry cleaners, wearing large, purple-tinted glasses, and smoking small, plastic tipped cigars. His station in life may not be high, but he seems comfortable in it’s lowness. Then there’s the knock at the door…

Actually, Ben Dinuccio (Lionel Stander) doesn’t knock, but strolls right in. He’s another man comfortable in his lowness, although his cigars are a little bigger, and his voice a little louder. He’s beneath a famous but faded Hollywood tough guy and an absolute piece of work, Preston Gilbert (Mickey Rooney, in a role seemingly made for him), and he’s come to scoop up Mickey and bring him to Gilbert’s exiled hideaway. The purpose? To ghost-write Gilbert’s tell-all autobiography.

Like I said, this set-up is almost something that could have rolled out of noir-crazed Hollywood in the early fifties. Hodges even utilizes a very limited color palette resulting in a look that’s in color, but feels black and white. It’s just that a few of the details are a little screwed up. Mickey King isn’t Joe Gillis from Sunset Blvd. He’s not a midwestern golden boy reduced to being a whore for a former screen siren who’s lost everything but her money and her need. To the contray, Mickey is a deadbeat dad, who took a powder on his family and whose alimony checks keep getting lost in the mail. He doesn’t descend to do Gilbert’s bidding. In fact, it could be considered an ascension, or at the very least, lateral.

pulp03So while the set-up is basic — albeit a little off, Hodges makes it apparent pretty quickly that there’s something else going on here. As Mickey navigates his way to a promised paycheck, the walls of the city behind him are plastered with the visage of a Prince Cippola (Victor Mercieca) who seems to be running for office under a “law and order” stance. At one point, Mickey runs into a campaign parade/march for the man. The parallels Prince Borghese and his “law and order” Spada movement of the time can be drawn pretty clearly, and this is no coincidence. Cippola’s “parade” even marches along to the soundtrack of a recorded speech by Mussolini. Yeah, there’s definitely something else going on here…


pulp-stripExactly what that is, I allow you to discover on your own. But it’s what makes Pulp such a rare and remarkable film. It’s a comedy that’s topical and direct while still managing to be very funny. Hodges even wanted to film in Italy further blurring the line between fact and fiction, but discovered that mafia kick-backs for locations (a behind the scenes irony for a movie filled with on-screen ironies) would have bled the production dry. Thus, moving the production south to Hodges’ old vacation spot of Malta.

Pulp is a movie about movies, but also about the movies collision with reality, in both a large sense, and in it’s minutia (notice a scene where Mickey wrestles with one of those goddamned cigarette dispensers that seemed to adorn the coffee table of every living room set in the late ’40s).’Meta’ wasn’t a term thrown around a lot in 1972, and I doubt Hodges would have much use for it even if it was. At one point he has a character reciting Lewis Carroll — another Englishman that refused to equate ‘whimsical’ with ‘lightweight’. ‘Pulp’ itself is another name for low stationed endeavors in the literary and film world. It’s where Hodges operates, and like his hero, he’s perfectly comfortable is his lowness. It was a place he could have some fun taking shots at those who placed themselves higher and mightier.

If all our working vacations were this productive…



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