I've always relished the irony in the fact that Nathanial 'Pep' West was the brother-in-law of S.J. Perelman in the sense that Sid Perelman was a very successful humorist whilst Pep West was a dramatic writer who couldn't get arrested for the majority of his career and the four novels - A Cool Million, The Dream Life Of Balsno Snell, Miss Lonleyhearts, and The Day Of The Locust sold in the hundreds, if not dozens, rather than the thousands/millions of less gifted novelists. Miss Lonleyhears was arguably the most successful if our yardstick is film adaptations but most admirers will tell you that Locust is the one to beat. Given it's tough to adapt Waldo Salt has made a decent fist of it and Karen Black and Donald Sutherland weighed in with a brace of great performances. Not exactly a date movie but you could do worse than make a date to watch it.

Based on Nathanael West's equally Hollywood-Gothic novel, "The Day of the Locust" revolves around the lives of several Los Angelenos: Tod, a Yale art graduate working on a painting; Faye, an aspiring and out-of-touch actress, and her ostentatious father; and Homer, a sexually-repressed outcast. The film charts each of the characters' aspirations that come crashing into one of the most apocalyptic and ghastly endings in film history.I had read West's novel years ago before finally seeing this film, and it's evident that director John Schlesinger took heavy cues from the source material. This adaptation stays true to the novel, only making minor alterations where it has to cut its losses. It's dark, wacky, grotesque, and at times flat-out disturbing, and there is a strange dreaminess to the film that recalls the novel's borderline-absurdist approach to the material. There is a phenomenal attention to detail here and sophisticated cinematography, capturing the hazy underworld of Hollywood that houses its rejects and wannabes. The film's greatest asset is, inarguably, its stellar cast. William Atherton plays the leery painter with conviction, while Donald Sutherland captures the eccentricity and quirks of Homer. In the novel, West draws all the characters to the tipping point of caricatures, and Karen Black perhaps best embodies this as Faye, the starry-eyed and artless aspiring actress— Black evokes the childlike sensibility of the character with a purposeful sexuality that is what makes her character in particular so disturbed. Burgess Meredith (also Black's co-star in "Burnt Offerings") is appropriately hammy as her gimmicky showman of a father. Geraldine Page makes a brief but grandiose appearance.The oft-discussed ending is worthy of the talk it is the subject of; it is one of the most well-shot and harrowing conclusions in film history, edging on the apocalyptic and the orgiastic, much like the source material. While typically discussed as a drama, I consider "The Day of the Locust" to be a horror film just as I consider the novel to be a horror novel— unconventional, albeit, but the film captures something wildly grotesque that challenges its audience, and some may find it a difficult a film to find merit in. There is a terrifying nucleus to this story that trumps its less-horrific finishings. All in all, "The Day of the Locust" is a classic and important film; like its source novel, it serves us with a grim portrait of society that is not exclusive to Hollywood, but is perhaps best exemplified in the city of stolen water and stolen dreams. Barring "Mulholland Drive," which came over two decades later (and was undoubtedly influenced by Schlesinger's film), "The Day of the Locust" remains the greatest fictional representation of Hollywood ever, and perhaps the most horrifying film to lay claim to Los Angeles. 10/10.

As if they were mocking the love of everything 20's, 30's and 40's on TV, Broadway and the movie screens, the writers of this screenplay tear apart the legend of movie's so-called "Golden Age". Karen Black, fresh from flying the plane in "Airport '75" (and free from that knife-wielding monster in "Trilogy of Terror"), is a blonde bombshell in 1933 Hollywood who appears in a 1937 Eddie Cantor movie called "Ali Baba Goes to Town" and is upset when most of her one scene is deleted. She selfishly leads lovers along until she meets Homer Simpson (Donald Sutherland), a not-so-cartoonish loner who saves her father (Burgess Meredith) during an attack of exhaustion. Black gives a really mesmerizing performance, especially in scenes where she deals with her father's death and her own insecurities, but ultimately her character is too unlikable.Billy Barty, who in 1933 was making cameos in Busby Berkley musicals, plays a troubled neighbor, and Geraldine Page has a dramatic one-scene cameo as an Aimee Semple McPherson type evangelist. Vintage 30's music, like the previous year's "The Great Gatsby", provides the only real nostalgia since the theme is actually dark and depressing. Burgess Meredith's funeral sequence is interrupted at the Hollywood Cemetery when it is announced that a movie star named Mr. Gable has just arrived. The attitude is satirical but inappropriately so, since the comedy is actually pretty mean spirited. A genuine 30's atmosphere is felt, but this is is not a pretty look at Tinsel Town. Audiences who expected "The Sting" or even "Gatsby" got stung here, and I'm sure many walked out. There is a violent scene involving an attempted rape over jealousy between two men organizing a cock fight. Backstage scenes at Paramount where a film about Napoleon is being shot while everything goes wrong seem genuine, although "College Swing", advertised in the background, wasn't made until several years after this took place. But get a load of "Gilligan's Island"'s Natalie Schafer as a Hollywood madam who shows porno at her parties, a drag queen who performs Dietrich's "Hot Voodoo", and a Shirley Temple like performer so hatefully obnoxious that she (?) makes Temple's rival Jane Withers seem like an angel.If director John Schleshinger's goal was to create a film audiences wouldn't soon forget, he reached his goal. Technically (especially visually), it is outstanding. However, for me, it was not in the way he intended to. This moves past the darkness of his previous nostalgic film "They Shoot Horses, Don't They?", taking tastelessness to a new level that only seemed appropriate in 1975 in John Waters' underground movies.

John Schlesinger's film of Nathanial West's iconic novel Day of the Locust has been hanging in there with film buffs for so long I think it is about time it was acknowledged as the minor masterpiece that it is. Maybe not so minor in fact. When I watch it, which I've been doing since the day it was released, I find myself wishing Hitchcock or Welles had directed an adaptation of it, something that would have insured its arrival into the pantheon of masterpieces. This isn't to degrade Schlesinger's work at all but I think the Hitchock or Wellesian touch might have made it into a film as much talked about as Sunset Boulevard. Day of the Locust is not simply another Hollywood exposé along the lines of Sunset Boulevard, A Star is Born and The Bad and the Beautiful, but it is every bit as fascinating and gut wrenching, perhaps more so, than those classics. Nathanial West's tale is a full blown horror story. Hollywood itself is the inanimate monster that evokes the beast in the bedazzled humans that inhabit the landscape. ALL are victims of the mind numbing, soul evaporating environment. The ironic and disheartening thing about this story is that West has used Love as the vehicle that speeds its passengers towards their melancholy doom. The most sympathetic character is Homer Simpson, yes, Homer Simpson, played with a quiet and tortured passion by Donald Sutherland. Homer is a meek, virginal certified public account who fate has thrown in the path of Faye Greener (Karen Black) and her down-at-heel father Harry (Burgess Meredith in a terrifying performance of pathos and madness), an ex- vaudevillian who has ended up in Hollywood after arriving their years before for a small part in a B movie. Tod (William Atherton) is a bright young man newly arrived from Yale. He is a gifted artist and spends his time recording in drawings the people and events he witnesses. He is rapidly sucked into the vortex of despair and barely escapes with his life in the end. Homer, on the other hand, is not so lucky. The final scenes are harrowing. The most shocking effect it had on me is that I found myself rooting for the crazed Homer who does something I can't bring myself to reveal because the shock of it is worth discovering for oneself. It involves the comeuppance of a horrid child actor named Adore (its sex is ambiguous) played with infuriating moxie by the young Jackie Haley.The cast is splendid. Geraldine Page makes an atomic blast of an appearance as the charlatan evangelist Aimee Sempel McPherson in a single scene of insane religious hysteria.Day of the Locust is about our atavistic need for gods and the subsequent need to destroy them for not living up to our delusions of ourselves. It is a truly disturbing and fascinating film and should be seen by all lovers of great film adaptations of great booksThe 1970s and early 1980s were a Golden Age in Hollywood that is just now being acknowledged as such. The Day of the Locust is one film from that era that rests comfortably near the top of the pyramid. Don't miss it.Very highly recommended.