Burning Bright

Rewatching Arthur Penn’s Bonnie and Clyde (1967) served as an aggressive reminder that it’s a really fucking great movie. Like, on every level. Dede Allen’s editing, for example: evocative, disorienting, whipping up chaos and tension, setting the tempo for the film’s action scenes and attuning us to the character’s libidos in intimate scenes like the one pictured above. Or Francis Stahl’s sound work: emphasizing the tentative breaths and rustles that precede the din of gunfire. Or David Newman and Robert Benton’s screenplay: an intoxicating string of comic set-pieces underlain by tragedy, crumbling into tragic set-pieces laced with gallows humor.

But I’m here to discuss the film’s visuals, as part of The Film Experience’s “Hit Me With Your Best Shot” series. Narrowing down the film’s best images is especially agonizing, since Penn and cinematographer Burnett Guffey constructed such a rich, allusive world—one whose fidelity to the Depression-era Midwest is complicated by its very 1960s sexual and political resonances. Although the film’s renowned for its violence, so much of its story is expressed through precise tableaux like the one above, the aftermath of an abortive lovemaking session. Between the pulled-down shade, the turned-away faces, and the way their arched bodies form a line across the frame, the shot smolders with shame and dead-end arousal.

That same arousal is built up in another of my favorite shots, this one arriving a mere six minutes into the film. It features a totally commonplace action—a man and a woman drinking coke outside a corner gas station—that Penn and Guffey shoot as near-pornographic, drawing us to Bonnie’s sultry eyes and bottle-fellating lips. (The innuendo here and moments later, when she strokes Clyde’s gun, is train-through-the-tunnel obvious.) Dunaway packs so much into that gaze: desire, sure, but also curiosity and longing for the things Clyde represents. This is lust blossoming out of small-town tedium.

I love this shot’s geometry. We’re seeing her through the curved frame of Beatty’s arm, bottle, and mouth, which intersect with the rusted gas pump she’s leaning on. Like so much of Bonnie and Clyde, it’s playing with anatomy and architecture, letting performance and composition ricochet off one another. Her desperation and his ambition are always contextualized by the desolation that created them. They’re the children of a dusty, bankrupt nation, and that lineage is underscored in my favorite shot.

“We rob banks,” says Clyde to a dispossessed farmer. The sentiment might be meant as a gesture of solidarity, but it nonetheless oozes with braggadocio. This is Warren Beatty in his element, swaggering as he sports a broad, toothy grin. This is Beatty as Clyde Barrow, nascent folk hero: dripping with sex appeal and a yen for revolution, but also short-sighted and a little narcissistic. The Depression has crushed everyone else, but for Clyde it’s an opportunity to realize the American dream. To rob banks.

He’s oblivious to Bonnie, silent and forlorn, hair blowing into her eyes. She’s aroused by his transgression, certainly, and she returns his smile as the scene ends. But she has more on her mind. Her partnership with Clyde is edged with vulnerability and fear of loss, the same fear that eventually leads to her heartbreaking family reunion. This fear creeps visibly around Dunaway’s mouth throughout the film, always coupled with an understanding that this is the course their love must run, that someday “it’ll be death for Bonnie and Clyde.” It’s all wrapped up in this shot. Comedy, tragedy, past, and bloody future.

1 Comment

Filed under Cinema

One response to “Burning Bright

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s