Bill McKay – Der Kandidat (1972)

Bill McKay – Der Kandidat: Directed by Michael Ritchie. With Robert Redford, Peter Boyle, Melvyn Douglas, Don Porter. Bill McKay is a candidate for the U.S. Senate from California. He has no hope of winning, so he is willing to tweak the establishment.

“Michael Ritchie seems to have this thing for competition — whether downhill racing, body building, water skiing, or, as here, politics. This isnu0026#39;t my favorite human motive, besting other people, so this one comes as a rather pleasant surprise, laden as it is with more social and political content than the with the details of the quest. I mean — Redford doesnu0026#39;t even want the office!u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eu0026quot;The Candidateu0026quot; has the appearance of a made-for-TV movie. The credits are presented simply, as in a TV movies. There is no underscore but the music that we hear consists of marches with lots of drums and sometimes one or two instruments hitting clinkers, as they would on a bandstand behind a speaker.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eThe photography is highly colored and flat, as in a TV movie. Everybody seems to be dressed in suits or riding costumes. They look overly made up, freshly preened and pruned. They drive big new American cars and live in splendidly arid modern homes. In short they appear to lead the kind of lives to which naive screenwriters aspire.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eThat out of the way, this is a pretty brave movie. Itu0026#39;s a story of an innocent and blunt lawyer who become progressively corrupted during the campaign as victory seems more nearly in his grasp and the grasp of his managers. They 86 his sideburns and give him a haircut and put him in expensive suits. Girls love him because he displays such, well, such Robert Redfordness. One guy belts him in the mouth at a rally and I can understand why. All men as handsome as Robert Redford should be illegal.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eBut he does a decent job in his minimal way. His forte lies in little moves, as when he cocks his head and says quizzically, u0026quot;Ehu0026quot;? Everybody else is quite good too, though his wife is mostly decorative. Peter Boyle is fine, and Allan Garfinkle is always believable as a cynical scuzz. u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eYou have to admire the way the script does not spare Redfordu0026#39;s character. He may be an idealist at first. What does he think of abortion? u0026quot;Iu0026#39;m for it.u0026quot; How about property taxes. u0026quot;I donu0026#39;t know.u0026quot; By the end of the movie heu0026#39;s learned fluent politicospeak. Howu0026#39;s he feel about busing? u0026quot;You canu0026#39;t solve the problems of this country with a bus.u0026quot; (Right.) He knows that heu0026#39;s selling himself out but he wants to WIN. u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eAs the campaign gets into high gear heu0026#39;s late for a meeting with a labor leader, a grizzled Kenneth Toby given to smoking pinched little cigarettes. Everybody in the room is wondering where Redford is, and how he can treat an important man like Toby with such disrespect. And where is he? We see the door to a hotel room open and there emerges a girl so gorgeous that if she were an escort instead of a groupie sheu0026#39;d be extremely expensive. A few seconds later Redford comes out buttoning his jacket.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eNothing much is made of this incident. Boyle watches this parade in the hallway, staring after the girl, but nobody says anything and the scene lasts for only a few seconds. And here is where Ritchie and the writers earn my respect. Think of how easily this very effective scene could have been demolished. Boyle stopping the groupie and demanding to know whatu0026#39;s been going on. Boyle admonishing Redford for cheating on his wife — u0026quot;If this ever gets out our goose is cooked!u0026quot; Redford protesting that his private life is his own business. u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eBut none of this happens. Not in this scene or in any of the others in which a piece of character is revealed. Ritchie trusts in the perspicacity of the viewer. He shows us, because he doesnu0026#39;t have to tell us. He figures weu0026#39;re smart enough to pick up this clues by ourselves. Thank you, Mister Ritchie.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eWe should be grateful to the writer as well, and to Redfordu0026#39;s improvisational talents, when, alone in a caru0026#39;s rear seat, half crazed, he mangles the stump speech heu0026#39;s given a thousand times and comes up with a hilarious parody: u0026quot;The basic indifference that made this country great.u0026quot; u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eAlso admirable is that the movie deals with specific issues — abortion, busing, unemployment, fire hazard, health concerns — and Redford is the Democratic candidate while Don Porter is the Republican candidate (imagine actually NAMING the political parties and risking losing half the audience).u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003ePorter comes across like an actor, an old ham of an actor, which suits the part. Heu0026#39;s smooth and wily at seducing the public, a kind of Don Juan of the political arena. Ritchie has taken some real chances here. Porter comes up with something like, u0026quot;Oh, sure, when I was a kid we were all poor too. Why some of us didnu0026#39;t even have our own SOCIAL WORKER.u0026quot; u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eIt took guts to make this movie. And talent to make it so well.”