An industrial school graduate who got his start in the
animation business at the age of 18 cleaning dust off of painted cels, Ralph
Bakshi doesn’t immediately spring to mind when thinking about the cowboy
auteurs who birthed the New Hollywood movement of the late 1960s and 1970s. But within the confines of feature animation, he starts to resemble a Coppola or a Scorsese: a larger-than-life
visionary who used his medium to document his own obsessions and hang-ups, and pushed
his field in the direction of gritter, more adult storytelling.
Bakshi burst into the public consciousness with 1972’s Fritz the Cat, an X-rated tale of
urban-dwelling anthropomorphic animals that established the viability of “cartoons”
for mature audiences. Over time, he
began to flirt with mainstream success, perhaps achieving his greatest notoriety
by adapting roughly half of The Lord of
the Rings trilogy in 1978. The
failure of 1992’s Brad Pitt-starring Cool
World led Bakshi to quit Hollywood, though he still continues to work: earlier
this year, he took to Kickstarter
to help fund his first new film in more than two decades, The Last Days of Coney Island.
In between those points of entry and exit, however, lies
much of Bakshi’s most interesting work.
His oeuvre paints the portrait of a quintessential artist, consumed by
his passions and the unrelenting tension between the personal fidelity of his
work and the need to court commercial interests. Ultimately, Bakshi’s greatest strength and
his Achilles heel were one and the same – whatever the charge, he always crammed
as much of himself into a project as possible.
A wildly grotesque, out-of-control portrait of
urban life, Heavy Traffic (1973) could
be the most determinedly unpleasant cartoon ever made. It’s also one of the most personal, and an
obvious labor of love for Bakshi – the film he was born to make. In the film, a Bakshi avatar – a struggling cartoonist
named Michael – wanders out of his parents’ house and around New York City,
seeking money, companionship, and sex, not necessarily in that order. In this gritty, decaying landscape full of
freaks and lowlifes, he hooks up with Carole, an African-American bartender
whose race and demeanor upsets Michael’s bigoted father, a low-level Mafioso,
who plots to murder his son and preserve his twisted sense of family honor.
Much like Fritz the Cat, the X-rating of Heavy Traffic is like a badge of honor. Its cavalier
depiction of violence is unsetting, with acrobatic fistfights like something
out of Looney Tunes, only queasier. One particular scene sends a self-loathing
transvestite caroming around a bar; in another, a naked women is shoved off a
rooftop, the “punchline” being that she’s saved by a tangle of electrical
wires. The movie’s, ahem, complex relationship
with good taste also extends to sex, but it’s more focused on the frustration
of the virginal Michael and his inability to get laid. Not that Heavy
Traffic condones the behavior it depicts – in the end, it’s a metaphorical
fantasy of city living, massive warts and all – and an exercise in pure
id. As Bakshi and his crew thumb their
noses at society’s self-filtering mechanisms and behavioral taboos, they create
something so misshapen and so wrong that it can’t help but be completely human
and alive.
Bakshi takes his first plunge into genre with Wizards (1977), built around a normal
swords-and-sorcery template – two warring magicians stage a climactic battle of
good against evil – that’s complicated with political undertones and apocalyptic
imagery evoking man’s darkest and most violent impulses. In a future where nuclear war has scarred the
earth and turned most humans into a race of hideously mutated monsters, there
is one enclave where the inhabitants remain unafflicted. Under the watchful eye of Avatar, a kind and
generous wizard, they provide a haven for all elves, fairies, and other
fantastical creatures. Meanwhile, the
evil wizard Blackwolf, having eschewed natural magic in favor of
technologically advanced weaponry, dispatches an assassin to kill Avatar while
simultaneously planning to invade the unspoiled lands he so covets.
Wizards
most resembles a psychedelic road movie as Avatar and his cohorts – buxom
half-human/half fairy Elinore, elf warrior Weehawk, and Necron-99, the robot
assassin that Avatar enchants and re-dubs “Peace” before it can murder him –
spend a good chunk of the film on the run from Blackwolf’s minions. Bakshi augments their hijinks with battle
sequences that rely heavily on rotoscoping: a compositing process that utilizes
live-action footage that’s then traced over by an animator one frame at a
time. The uncannily fluid visuals
produced by rotoscoping would a major part of Bakshi’s signature style, but in Wizards it’s almost charmingly primitive
and fits the identity of the movie as a bridge between his highly personal,
urban-inflected work, and his subsequent forays into more commercial fantasy
stories. And while it would be a stretch
to call Wizards an unqualified narrative
success, it’s an invaluable glimpse into Bakshi’s schizophrenic imagination,
combining the dark fantasy of Heavy Metal
magazine with the lingering psychological effects of World War II and the
Holocaust (Blackwolf hypnotizes his enemies with old Nazi propaganda filmstrips
he finds in the post-nuclear rubble) to make a highly conflicted, yet memorable, case for pacifism.
Such personality is absent from Fire and Ice (1983), a failed attempt at
launching an epic fantasy franchise with Bakshi’s wilder impulses toned down
for a younger audience. Released the
same year as the debut of Mattel’s He-Man and the
Masters of the Universe cartoon, Fire
and Ice is a dull, punchless simulacrum that invites unfavorable
comparisons to the toy-centric television series, as well as the adventures of
Conan the Barbarian. The similarities to
Robert E. Howard’s classic hero make sense, as Bakshi co-created the characters
of Fire and Ice with Frank Frazetta,
the legendary comic book artist who also illustrated iconic paperback covers
for the stories of pulp authors like Howard and Edgar Rice Burroughs. This creative dream team was backed by a
script from a pair of equally talented writers: Gerry Conway, co-creator of the
Punisher, and Roy Thomas, the first successor to Stan Lee as editor-in-chief of
Marvel Comics.
With all of the assembled talent, it’s baffling
and painful to watch Fire and Ice
struggle to meet the standards of merely diverting entertainment. The movie recycles several elements from Wizards, including the character name
“Nekron,” who’s another evil sorcerer leading an army of sub-humans as they try
to force their way into a nicer neighborhood.
As Fire and Ice is a more
commercial endeavor, it loses the idiosyncratic perspective of Bakshi’s earlier
films while finding a way to exploit their puerile elements within the
boundaries of a PG rating.
Unfortunately, sex and violence do not a movie make, and the lasting
impression made by Fire and Ice is
one of boredom and squandered potential.
Though Bakshi will always be remembered primarily
for his envelope-pushing subject matter and visual flair, he also has a case as
one of the fathers of the modern movie soundtrack – Heavy Traffic was one the first films (along with American Graffiti, released the same
year) to take advantage of what were, at the time, dirt-cheap licensing rates
for classic pop songs. By the time he
directed American Pop (1981), the
practice was increasingly common – and much more expensive – yet Bakshi still
had no trouble pulling together almost a century’s worth of popular hits for
his multigenerational saga of a Russian Jewish immigrant family making its mark
in the music business.
A propulsive tale about the risk and reward of the American dream, American Pop is an ingratiating oddity with a surprisingly dark backbeat. This being Bakshi, the movie indulges his
preoccupations with violence, often in ways that have almost nothing to do with
the story. But Ronni Kern’s script is
mostly successful in reining in his worst habits, putting the focus firmly on the
music and its parallel representation of upward mobility and exploitation. With rotoscoping superior to that of Bakshi’s
fantasy films, American Pop doesn’t
shy away from the fact that hard work and gumption are not always rewarded with
riches. American lives, as Bakshi well
knows, are peppered with mishaps and misfires for those seeking a path outside
of the typical conformity - but for those willing to endure the rough times, it makes for a better shot at a lasting individual legacy.
