Frank Davis fathers a genetic mutation whose killer instincts lead it
directly from the cradle to the grave. As the creature’s creator Frank feels
akin to Dr. Frankenstein and carries the moral obligation of stopping the
gruesome deaths, knowing he must be the one to destroy the beast to find his
own salvation and, more importantly, be accepted back into mainstream society.
Director Larry Cohen appeals to the pregnant fear that gestates deep within our
social consciousness: modern apprehensions concerning prescription drugs and
pollution, their effects upon developing fetus’ and even a woman’s right to
choose. Cohen also dissects the nuclear family unit, as the Patriarch commits
infanticide, the one who carries the responsibility of creating this monster
(or thinks he does), while the wife is relegated to the periphery of the story.
Cohen focuses upon Frank’s emotional isolation and keeps the wife drugged and
restrained: the man can handle the problem while the woman is unable to cope
with the stress.
Cohen upsets the typical cinematic convention of
“pregnant-mom-rushed-to-hospital” by allowing the first act to move slowly: the
man isn't a bumbling idiot and they talk and take their time, dully arriving at
their destination. As Frank awaits the introduction of his second child, Cohen
offers exposition spiked with humor through dialogue and a running gag in the
waiting room. He crosscuts these scenes with a bored doctor who practically
berates the lost Lenore (a Poe allusion?) and demands she push harder. He then
cuts back to Frank and the other fathers before showing a nurse stumble through
the doors and collapse in a bloody heap. Frank then bursts into the delivery
room and we see a frightful apocalypse: the medical staff has been mutilated
and Lenore is screaming about her baby. The scene is over-the-top and borders
on camp, the blood looks like congealed Jell-O, but the actors bring it back
down to Earth.
Bernard Herrmann’s score relies on innuendo and subtly to underline the
horror, and seeps into the narrative with a time-released precision. Cohen uses
point-of-view double exposure to show the world from the monster child’s perspective,
utilizing low angle and quick editing techniques. He smartly refuses to show
the creature in a full medium shot, only offering glimpses and extreme
close-ups of the Rick Baker puppet…which is for the best because it looks
rather silly.
Eventually, Frank must take control and hunt down his progeny, and armed
with a police rifle he stalks the sewers in search of the newborn. But seen
through a father’s eyes the killer becomes nothing more than a scared and
hungry baby, and he takes it in a blanket to comfort. This would have been the
interesting and complex ending; instead, Cohen goes for the visceral thrill and
static declaration…another has been born in Seattle.
Final Cut: (C)
