Night'', the first film from writer and director since its Oscar''Kramer vs. Kramer,''is something else, a romantic melodrama velvety see the mystery that has less to do with the lives of other films. He is smart, but cold in the way of something with a mechanical heart.
The setting is in and around Manhattan that has been compressed into these few rich acres bounded by 57th Street in the park to the south, 86th Street to the north, midwest and the East River.
This is a land of art galleries, auction houses and one bedroom apartments in stone houses that face cooperatives développés''''dans chicken, a place of antique shops, museums, shops, a Jaguar in each sidewalk and psychiatrists in each block. Photographed by the great Nestor Almendros, even the laundry room in a building more or less elegant routine looks like it could be the bottom of a slick, colorful announcement of Chivas Regal.
Chic is the method and half of the film, in a way that is nothing if not Hitchcock, the story revolves in particular, Mr. Sam Rice (Roy Scheider), a decent psychiatrist, conscience and how to neck in search of a murderer cycle, the next victim, maybe.
It all begins when the patient is Sam in a parked car with his throat cut. The victim, a middle-aged, married fellow named George Bynum (Josef Sommer), was the curator of antiquities at Crispin, a large auction house, and the lover of a very successful series of much younger women.
The day when George turns into death, Brooke Reynolds (Meryl Streep), after one of his lovers, Sam comes to the need for office space. He admits that he never really loved George, but he is his wristwatch, he would like to return to the widow of Sam.
Brooke is not entirely unknown to Sam during treatment, George had spoken to her in depth and so evocative that Sam, long before the sudden departure of George's life, he developed a sensation not altogether healthy. It is an attraction that even may have been exacerbated by one of the last secrets of George for the doctor - that Brooke had killed a man at some time in the past. George was anxious to see if a woman was likely to recur.
Encore''Nuit''de is a smart film entertaining, with two striking weaknesses. The resolution of the mystery, though logical, is not strong or eccentric as to support the emotional desperation that precedes it. The second - and more - the problem is the absence of electricity between the beautiful lady lost time played by Miss Streep and physician before common sense, jeopardizing his career and his life to his aid against the best instincts of all.
I do not know if this is a consequence of the merger or writing and directing. Mr. Scheider, a fine actor, is very intense - very serious, really - to suggest the unexpected wild romantic is the doctor, after his first encounter with the woman who had previously been only a dim view of his mind .
It is also possible that Mr. Benton scenario that is so good in the details and sequences that do not provide the room where Sam and Brooke can make such discoveries about themselves. They meet, and we must take it on faith that the love of Sam is not only obsessive but somehow liberating.
It does not help that the screenplay, based on a story by David Newman and Mr. Benton, is the reference of Hitchcock classics like Vertigo Fenêtre''arrière'','''','' et''Spellbound''North by Northwest ,''among others. It aspires to a kind of self-conscious elegance of Cary Grant and Ingrid Bergman would have resulted in a solemn emphasis project essentially romantic film.
There are plenty of humor dans''calme night,''but often witty than funny. This is especially true of the flashbacks, in which Mr. Sommer offers a superb performance as the aging womanizer. The flashbacks are carefully integrated into the current action of the film that the doctor read the notes he had taken during the therapy sessions of the victim. The film also contains an important dream sequence, analysis of what eventually solves the mystery, and in a manner not detrimental to the reputation of the ancient genius of Vienna.
''Quiet of the Night,''which opens today at Loew Tower, is the kind of film whose parts that you will remember more fondly than all, including an attack in Central Park, which are not whatever you think is an auction of art of great power when a man ends up paying $ 15 000 for a painting he did not want and a mysterious shooting of Miss Streep is considered a voyeur, through its window of the apartment as it is inexplicably intimate with a stranger.