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When neighborhood kids begin vanishing, Jenny (Lolita Davidovich) suspects her child psychologist husband, Carter, may be resuming the deranged experiments his father performed on Carter when he was young. Now, it falls to Jenny to unravel the mystery. And as more children disappear, she fears for her own child's safety. John Lithgow plays creepy multiple roles as Carter, his evil twin and their father in director Brian De Palma's wicked shocker.
I wasn't Abel to get into this film at all
"I did nothing. I don't even exist."
De Palma's toying with cinematic subjectivity and where we place ourselves inside our own self-image, to which he can't resist adding some self-parody. there's an intentional denial of release here in almost every sequence. the expected crescendo never quite happens.
just for fun i watched this twice today, first on DVD and then in Peet Gelderblom's RAISING CAIN RECUT version. RECUT is probably superior for having that snowballing De Palma momentum, both versions are preposterous masterpieces.
Drifting off the path of success in quite a spectacular fashion with the enormously misguided and tone deaf "Bonfire of the Vanities" (see the amazing book "The Devil's Candy" by Julie Salamon), DePalma came back in force with a film that feels very much like a cataloging of his various visual and thematic obsessions.
-If I could single out one specific thing that keeps this movie from being on the same level as DePalma's best thrillers it would be John Lithgow. I think it's a combination of an awkwardly written character and just plain miscasting because Lithgow is not threatening, not funny and when they play up his sexuality it's death on the screen (I'll give this aspect a bit…
The Count's Verdict: Oh Brian, you are bonkers and boy do I love you for it. I've had a longstanding and deep rooted affection for RAISING CAIN ever since I first saw it on VHS back in the mid-nineties. Yes, it has a trashy 'TV-movie' melodrama feel in places BUT... It is also so knowingly demented and delirious that in many respects it is one of De Palma's most unrestrained, thus most entertaining, films. John Lithgow, regular De Palma nutter, is gleefully unhinged delivering 'multiple' performances each as brilliantly batty as the next and Francis Sternhagen is simply a delight as Dr. Waldheim. Not forgetting familiar face Gregg Henry, Pino Donaggio on scoring duty and several masterfully staged set-pieces which eclipse the film's flaws to make it trademark De Palma.
While not one of my favorites from De Palma, Raising Cain is quite the blast from start to finish. I would have despised this if it was my first encounter with De Palma. It even took me a bit to fully get on board with what De Palma was doing here. It has the same tone I would expect from a Lifetime movie, which is something that sometimes works to De Palma’s advantage here. Everything from the general look of the film to the interactions between character genuinely suits the tone De Palma was going for here. It perfectly captures this small-town feel to the film. Where it does not work is during the film's more serious moments, which are…
O filme parte desse evento psicanalítico para ir fundando e refundando toda uma natureza encenativa que faz questão de oficializar seu amor por esse jogo entre o drama histriônico e a leveza da forma, esse altamente prazeroso pesadelo da superfície. Um filme com um plano sequência em que a personagem nunca sabe para onde ir, precisa ser redirecionada a todo tempo, e termina esse mesmo plano no close de um cadáver histérico, meu amigo, é um filme que tem a mais completa consciência de seus modelos, o mais absoluto domínio da mediação cinematográfica, que brinca com esse domínio com uma inventividade que poucos artistas neste mundo detêm.
(Viewing Format: HBO Go Streaming, 1.85:1 HD)
[2016 Challenge: 19/366]
So I got it in my head that I want to start giving Brian De Palma another chance. I was flipping around and saw this was on HBO Go, and I love John Lithgow and figured, 'what the hell'? I mean, this movie is batshit crazy. It's not like painful to watch, but I wouldn't call it good either. Much of it is just a nutso homage to "Psycho". Technically, it's a really well-crafted thriller. But the cheese is off-the-rails and the performances are bonkers.
I think it's supposed to be funny? I don't know. De Palma still alludes me.
Sitting here pondering some deeper analysis on the output that was Raising Cain, I'm left w/more things to like than to dislike. Namely 2/3rds of the film being a maddening strong point rife w/De Palma's signature flare, a cagey loose performance by Lithgow, & a true sense of losing your personality on screen.
Dizzying flashes of scenes melting together to leave you wondering where does one scene begin and another end. The surreal structure of what sounds as if it is an iffy, nearly audacious plot worms its way into sticking around due to not falling into much of that area (implying the kidnapping children arc), being content on leaving that dark aspect in the shadows to the viewer, all the…
Jenny Nix suspects something strange when little kids start disappearing from the park. But she would never suspect her child psychologist husband, Carter Nix. it turns out she's dead wrong. Nix is stealing kids to give to his father to experiment on. Just like he had done to Carter all his childhood. It had quite an effect on Carter, so much so that he has developed multiple personalities. One of them being Cain. The evilest of them all....De Palma creates a dram like atmosphere that is both disjointing and mesmerizingly terrifying. We get cuts of a crime Cater commits, juxtaposition with a unfaithful Jenny who meets up with an old flame. All of this takes place within a few hours…
I had never seen Raising Cain before. This film proves that
Brian De Palma is not just influenced by Hitchcock. He has his same weakness. Hitch was never very good in psychology. He used a dumbed down Freudism in his film and when ever someone started to explain the mechanism behind what was happening in people's psyche his films came to a sleeking halt. This film has the same problem.
SPOILERS. By the time this film was made, there was considerably more knowledge about Dissociative identity disorder (also known as multiple personality disorder) than back in the 70s and the 80s. The way DID is presented here is very old fashioned and very inaccurate. In fact many even doubt that…
I am on a De Palma kick and it pained me how terrible this was. What hurt even more is that I can see a good movie in there trying to get out. I gave it an extra full star because even in a bad film De Palma's use of camera movement and cinematic language is really enjoyable.
This film was goofy as hell but I really liked it. I mean, it's BdP, so of course it's goofy but this was a lot of fun.
I wasn't Abel to get into this film at all
De Palma stands as a very underrated director, at least from the general public. Raising Cain is similar to Body Double in its intent. It is however inferior, as its themes are a bit weaker. Lithgow is similar to Craig Wasson of Body Double as both feel a bit miscast to me. I know it is intentional, but still, it is very hard to take Lithgow seriously as a sexual being.
Still, a masterful comedy disguised as a thriller. Good photo as usual with De Palma. Put Nic Cage in the lead and this would be a 5 stars classic no doubt.
Man, Brian DePalma is certainly a devilish little director, isn't he? He crafted this bizarre and kinky thriller in which John Lithgow, camping it up big time in four different roles, plays a husband scorned who goes for a little payback. Lolita Davidovich is the unfortunate wife, and Steven Bauer is her lover.
It's quite different, that's for sure, but DePalma keeps his tongue firmly in cheek from beginning to end. Lithgow is tremendous fun.
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