Smarting from the critical bashing he took on One from the Heart , Francis Ford Coppola took the advice of a teenaged fan and read The Outsiders, then immediately bought the rights to it for a film. A smaller, more intimate story than The Outsiders Coppola shot the film immediately after The Outsiders in the same locales of Oklahoma, the film was released to little fanfare, though sharp-eyed critics admired the film. Perhaps because The Outsiders was crucified by critics despite making good money, audiences were wary of another Coppola teen film, though in hindsight, I suspect they regret that now. It is no secret Coppola has not made a film to compete with anything he did in the seventies.
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To preserve these articles as they originally appeared, The Times does not alter, edit or update them. Occasionally the digitization process introduces transcription errors or other problems. THE stunning black-and-white cinematography in Francis Coppola's ''Rumble Fish'' functions rather like a cold compress, subduing a film that is otherwise all feverish extremes. Coppola made ''Rumble Fish'' just after ''The Outsiders,'' and apparently in the same breath. Adapting another of S. Hinton's novels, Mr. Coppola has sought to imbue a story about tough teen-agers with the rhapsodic passion of opera, the sharp contrasts of German Expressionism, the angst of existentialism and the imagery of Dada.
Set in a destitute Oklahoma town with the ghost of The Last Picture Show whistling through its empty streets, Matt Dillon plays Rusty, an inveterate gang-banger growing up in the shadow of his older brother played by Mickey Rourke, a reformed juvenile delinquent who returns to town on his omniscient motorcycle, a symbol not of anything more than previous motorcycle movies presumably The Wild One , in keeping with the Brando allusions that blanket the film like an over-decorated Christmas tree. Rumble Fish was the third film Coppola produced and directed under the aegis of his own company, Zoetrope Studios. Even with novelist S.
I grabbed the above image, part of a series of erotic daydreams Matt Dillon has about his girlfriend during the course of a day. Then by chance I found another sexual fantasy image, the same evening, in NUDE FOR SATAN, a barmy 70s Italian sex-horror nonsense case, featuring gratuitous cod-Wellesian angles, mattressfuls of pubic hair, and a fake giant spider seemingly made from black felt and pipe cleaners. In this image a sinister gent undresses the heroine with his eyes — almost literally.