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| Robert Forster in Medium Cool |
The first time I saw Medium Cool was the year of its release, in a theater in downtown Dallas. I remember walking from the theater to the parking lot, still stunned by the movie's blend of fiction and actuality, past a high-end restaurant whose plate glass windows gave passersby a good view of wealthy Dallasites enjoying themselves. It felt like a continuation of the film, an ironic coda to the political passions it had documented. Seeing Medium Cool many years later, I can realize how cooked-up Haskell Wexler's movie really is, with its heavy-handed ending, so obviously recapitulating what now seems like a similarly contrived opening. I can watch Verna Bloom striding through the mobs of Chicago protesters, easily spotted in her bright yellow dress, and recognize how blatant a bit of staging that is. I have learned that the film's most celebrated line, "Watch out, Haskell, it's real," was dubbed into the soundtrack later: It may have been spoken by the cameraman to the director in the heat of the moment, when he was being teargassed along with the protesters, but Wexler wasn't recording sound at the time, so it's a bit of a con. And yet, Medium Cool remains for me a potent demonstration of art imitating life, and doing it so well that I hesitate to call it fakery. Wexler shrewdly knew this: Just look at the picture of Robert Forster above, cigarette dangling like Jean-Paul Belmondo's in the poster, and remember that truth is rarely pure and never simple.
