Well, he’s not “wanted” anymore. When the documentary Roman Polanski: Wanted and Desired premiered at Sundance in 2008, it seemed like an epilogue, the wrapping-up of a story which would never have a real ending. Today, with Polanski in the custody of Swiss authorities, it’s become clear that the story was not over after all. And as this film – available for instant viewing or rental on Netflix – reveals, the tale of Polanski’s crime, prosecution (or persecution), and exile is anything but a clear narrative with good and bad, right and wrong, clearly marked. Nonetheless, Wanted and Desired displays a general sympathy for the director’s plight as he is jerked back and forth by a publicity-seeking judge. The still used above is from the 1961 Polanski short film The Fat and the Lean; that’s Polanski himself, acting in his own film, running across a field toward the Eiffel Tower, fleeing a lumbering fat old man. Obviously crafted years before the filmmaker’s legal predicament, the simple, almost allegorical footage is nonetheless cleverly employed by the documentary to illustrate the complex situation Polanski found himself in. It also suggests Wanted and Desired‘s general attitude toward its subject.
On March 10, 1977, a 13-year-old girl was taken to Jack Nicholson's home in Los Angeles. The movie star was out of town, but his good friend Roman Polanski (who had directed Nicholson to wide acclaim in Chinatown) was escorting the girl, an aspiring model named Samantha Gailey, to the house for a photo shoot. The shoot, for French Vogue, echoed a star marking spread Polanski had orchestrated for Nastassja Kinski years before - Kinski, then 15, became Polanski's lover shortly thereafter. It seems Polanski had a similar trajectory in mind for his even younger subject. She was coaxed into disrobing for some pictures taken in a jacuzzi and before long, the thin veneer of professionalism had slipped away. Champagne followed, accompanied by a chopped-up Quaalude, and then, according to Polanski, a seduction. According to Gailey, it was rape. She reported the crime soon after and suddenly she and Polanski were at the center of a media whirlwind - one which only began to fade when the director stepped onto an airplane heading for France and never returned to face sentencing (he had submitted to a plea bargain which demoted the rape to statutory rape, although Gailey maintains to this day that she was taken advantage of).
The ensuing controversy, media attention, and psychological
distress were not without precedent for the playboy director. Indeed, his
entire life - and work - had been haunted by violence, paranoia, and
persecution. A Holocaust survivor, whose parents were victims of Hitler's
genocide, Polanski had grown up in Communist Poland, where he distinguished
himself at the state film school. In Poland, the director created several
memorable short films, including one in which two anonymous peons emerge from
the sea, fully dressed, carrying a wardrobe. As they proceed through the
streets of a Polish city, they are harassed by bullies, and eventually the two
wounded souls return to the sea, wardrobe and all. Many of Polanski's signature
touches are already present in this early work. Firstly, of course, there is
the defeatist, dispiriting conclusion, in which the fantastical figures must
return to the sea, still carrying their beloved furniture like a broken
promise.
Furthermore, Polanski himself makes an appearance as a cruel
sadist (he's one of the bullies who harass the wardrobe-carriers), presaging
his later memorable cameo in Chinatown in which he cuts a private eye's nose as
punishment for being "nosy." Interestingly, in other films Polanski
casts himself as the victim rather than the villain: his persona easily slips
back and forth between the sense of persecution and the perversion of power, as
if he can't decide whether he is being abused or desires to abuse others
(perhaps one is the result of the other). However, there's one more element
present in the early film which is perhaps the most compelling in light of
Polanski's crime - and in Wanted and Desire, it's suggested by Roger Gunson,
assistant district attorney and, apparently, amateur "auteur" critic.
"Every Roman Polanski movie has a theme: corruption meeting innocence
over water," Gunson points out. Cue footage of the young brute performing
calisthenics on the sailboat in - you guessed it - Knife in the Water; the body
being dragged out of the secret reservoir in Chinatown; Rosemary of Rosemary's
Baby floating on a mattress in her sea dream before being raped by Satan
himself... and then, the actual snapshots taken by Polanski of a nude Gailey in
the hot tub. The water's clear enough and so, unfortunately, is the innocence -
looking at Gailey's eyes in these photos we see a fresh-faced child, barely
even an adolescent, certainly not old enough for a 44-year-old man to consider
having sex with.
As for the corruption, in his four decades of life
experience Polanski's mindset and psychological makeup had essentially been
poisoned by repeated trauma. Any lingering innocence that survived the Final
Solution and the Polish police state - perhaps that which was represented in
his delight with beautiful wife Sharon Tate
in the late sixties - must have been extinguished in 1969 by a madman
with a scraggly beard, a battered copy of the White Album, and a swastika
scrawled on his forehead.
When Charles Manson's followers butchered the pregnant Mrs.
Polanski, the filmmaker was not only subjected to naturally extreme grief and
trauma but to the indignity of questions surrounding he and his wife's
lifestyles: accusations of orgies, infidelities, even connotations of
Polanski's involvement in the gruesome deaths hung in the air. It didn't help
that within several months, the director was out and about with scores of
beautiful women, or that he decried the press but continued to parade in the
public eye. (Later on, this penchant for high living would get him in trouble:
allowed to go to Europe during his sentencing, in order to work on a film, he
was photographed squeezed between two pretty young things at Oktoberfest, an
embarrassing picture which may have seriously debilitated his standing with the
judge.) Yet confronted with the appearance of frivolity, Polanski observes that
different people deal with grief in different ways: some enter a monastery,
some go looking for a whorehouse. Obviously he belongs to the latter type, but
if his stated goal of these years was to "have fun" it was with an
increasing edge of desperation.
Five years after the killings, when Chinatown hit screens,
its writer Robert Towne expressed frustration with the downbeat ending. He had
envisioned an exposure of corruption, and not the sickeningly powerful
vindication of the charismatic but monstrous Noah Cross whose public crime,
denying water to L.A. so that the city will starve and be forced to the sea
(enriching himself in the process) is dwarfed by his private crime, the rape
and impregnation of his daughter. The film ends with the daughter killed and
the teenage granddaughter returned to her father/grandfather's custody. Jack
Nicholson's detective, having inadvertently facilitated this mayhem in an
effort to do good is led away from the scene of the crime and informed,
"Forget it, Jake, it's Chinatown."
So who is Polanski? Jake Gittes, a misguided man besieged by
others, or Noah Cross, a corrupt, venal lecher who abuses his power? Is he the
dancing young man making a wily escape for the Eiffel Tower, or the venal
actor/husband of Rosemary's Baby, evading culpability for crime against an
innocent female so that he can live it up and continue his career? The
documentary poses this question initially when it contrasts the image of
Polanski in the American and European press. Richard Brenneman, a reporter interviewed
in Wanted and Desired, notes:
"As the case
progressed, I was struck: how could the same man be two different things to two
different sets of press? The European reporters looked at Polanski as this
tragic, brilliant, historic figure. Here was this man who had survived the
Holocaust, who had survived the gassing of his mother, and then had come here
and developed his own voice, had maintained his own voice against the power of
the Hollywood machine. And the American press tended to look at him as this
sort of malignant, twisted dwarf who had this dark vision."
After facing this quandary, Wanted and Desired essentially
backs off the analysis in order to follow the twists and turns of the legal
drama. The documentary leaves little doubt that Judge Laurence J. Rittenband
presided over a legal fiasco, soliciting tips from inappropriate advisors,
changing his mind arbitrarily and without appropriate justification, and asking
participants to make a farce out of justice for the amusement of the cameras.
When Rittenband was eventually removed from the case, after Polanski had
already fled the country, Samantha Gailey felt even more exploited and abused
by the legal system than by Polanski.
Exposed from then on to ridicule and rumors, she has
recently asked that charges be dropped against the director, whom she has
publicly forgiven, maintaining that he has paid a price and that she wants to
move on with her life, as a middle-aged mother of her own children. Polanski
too has children, and a wife, in France, where he was accepted with open arms.
He indeed re-invented himself in Paris (where he was born, as well, before
returning with his parents to Poland) and as the film concludes, there is a
sense that, despite the lack of conclusion a certain resolution has been
achieved.
Now that sentiment is no longer feasible, and so old
questions re-emerge. Most of those interviewed in the movie are defensive or
non-committal on the subject of Polanski's crime, but some are actively hostile
toward the victim: the French papers, so nobly defensive of the suffering
artist, exposed every salacious fact they could about Samantha Gailey, whose
name could not even be revealed in the American press. At one point in the
documentary, the lawyers are discussing cutting up the 13-year-old's panties,
trying to make sure each side got a spot of semen on their sample (Judge
Rittenband had decreed, Solomon-like, that the exhibit be divided in half, with
one portion going to the prosecution, the other to the defense). The figures, now
aging, struggle to suppress smiles as they discuss the ridiculousness of grown
men in suits tearing apart a teenage girl's underwear. Then the camera pulls
back, the silly music stops, and Samantha herself is revealed sitting next to
one of these men, trying to mask her obvious discomfort at the restrained
amusement.
Wanted and Desired, then, never forgets Samantha Gailey's
suffering (Gailey has since changed her name and tried to move on with her
life). But it has trouble holding Polanski's feet to the fire. Roman Polanski
himself is not interviewed, though he met with Wanted and Desired's director in
Paris. His crimes are stated coldly, typed out across the screen in fact, but
he is barely held up to scorn and ridicule the way Judge Rittenband is. When
he wins at the Academy Awards for The Pianist in 2002, we see the audience rise
to impassioned applause as Harrison Ford announces that the Academy will accept
the award on the director's behalf (never mind that many of these same people
sat on their hands or even booed when Elia Kazan received an honorary Oscar
three years earlier - as if informing, however venal, is worse than rape). And
Polanski is shown accepting inclusion in the French Academie de Beaux-Arts, an
honored member of a great and prestigious society, his mistakes long since
forgotten and forgiven.
Yet the film does conclude with the same interview which
began it, in which a reporter sits across a restaurant table from Polanski and
presses him on the subject of his life-changing encounter in the late 70s.
"When the newspapers and the magazines and the books talk about you and
little girls, is there anything in it?"
"Well," Polanski responds, dodging the gravity of
the accusation, "I like young women, let's put it this way. But I think
most men do actually." Then he stares at the questioner, as if challenging
him to go further. The reporter does, and Polanski continues to dissemble
before acknowledging the case his questioner is alluding to. Clearing his
throat, theatrically, he reaches across the table, diving into a basket full of
nuts and then cracking one open. "What," he inquires, "would you
like me to say about it exactly?" The trace of a smirk breaks across his
calm expression, and as the creepily childlike score of Rosemary's Baby emerges
on the soundtrack, the effect is somewhat sinister.
Then, in the end, we're back in that restaurant, and a meal
is brought to the table. Ever charming, Polanski grins boyishly and proclaims,
"I think it was a wonderful idea to do this, this interview over, over
this lunch but the night is getting into the dinner, and case of you have in
mind finishing this interview, I want to ask you if you intend to end on this
note, or do you think there's something more to my life than my relations with,
uh, young women?"
Today, the answer to that question just got a little more
complicated.
Read the ensuing discussion (62 comments) here as well as Tony Dayoub's response (with additional comments).
This review was originally published at the Boston Examiner, and cross-posted on Wonders in the Dark, where the above comments were left.
Polanski, as many predicted, was later released by Swiss authorities and returned to France rather than facing justice in the United States, where he remains a fugitive of justice.
Read the ensuing discussion (62 comments) here as well as Tony Dayoub's response (with additional comments).
This review was originally published at the Boston Examiner, and cross-posted on Wonders in the Dark, where the above comments were left.
Polanski, as many predicted, was later released by Swiss authorities and returned to France rather than facing justice in the United States, where he remains a fugitive of justice.
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