Altered States cont’d

One of the strangest things about Altered States is that — spoiler alert — in the end it reveals itself to be fundamentally a love story.

A romantic comedy it’s not. The first time William Hurt’s character, Eddie Jessup, does it with his lady love, played by the delectable Blair Brown, he talks about Jesus and the crucifixion, then recounts the story of his father’s “painful and protracted death of cancer.” Despite or because of this she falls for him anyway, and their courtship / marriage / separation / etc. runs as a counterpoint to the many bizarre events that transpire.

As Emily Jessup, Brown is utterly crucial to this movie’s credibility, such as it is. Not only do you believe that she is an anthropology professor who just happens to look like a movie star, you believe that she loves Eddie despite his being a singularly difficult person to love. She does as good a job as humanly possible of delivering lines like this:

Even sex is a mystical experience for you. You carry on like a flagellant, which can be very nice, but I sometimes wonder if it’s me that’s being made love to. I feel like I’m being harpooned by some raging monk in the act of receiving God.

She alone gives us a rooting interest in this film. Without her, Eddie would just be some narcissistic egghead who loses his shit in pursuit of Ultimate Truth. Without her, he would be lost to his fate, and he would deserve it.

Let the truth be told: I am a sucker for a love story when done right, and sometimes even when done wrong. Altered States‘ final scene, where Emily helps Eddie fight his way back from some kind of cosmic disintegration, still has a 50/50 chance of putting a little tear in the corner of my eye.

That’s not the only reason I’m sentimental about Altered States, though; it’s also because I associate it with my Old Man, who took me to see it in the theater even though I was probably too young. On the plus side, I got to enjoy Blair Brown’s breasts before any of my peers; on the minus, I had nightmares for a few days; but on the whole the experience no doubt helped shape my brain into the, um, unusual instrument it is today. So thanks, Dad. I guess.

5 Responses to “Altered States cont’d”

  1. The Old Man in KS Says:

    I have no recollection of this movie or of taking you to see it. But I’m pleased that you do.

  2. Merle Baggard Says:

    This is all about your infatuation with brown-haired girls. Now we know where it comes from. Did the curtains match the drapes? Or were you hoping for hard wood floors?

  3. Merle Baggard Says:

    Blair Brown is a poor man’s Annette O’Toole. Who, if you had asked me yesterday, was who I thought was in this movie. Annette is way prettier.

  4. bill Says:

    I’ll thank you to keep a civil tongue in your head, Baggard. “A poor man’s Annette O’Toole” indeed. Also, Blair Brown is a redhead — although you are certainly right about my preference for brown-haired girls.

  5. Merle Baggard Says:

    I don’t understand. Who do you like better O’Toole or Brown? Because if you think, Brown is more attractive, you are in your own words, “bat shit crazy”. And note I did not make a joke using “O’Toole”.

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