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One of the most anticipated films in competition at this year\u2019s Cannes Film Festival was Sofia Coppola\u2019s The Beguiled<\/i>. The Civil War period piece \u2014 which centers on the drama caused by the appearance of a wounded Union soldier at a secluded girls\u2019 school deep in Confederate territory \u2014 was met with overwhelmingly positive reviews, which isn\u2019t surprising, considering the pedigree behind and in front of the camera. (The film stars Coppola-regular Kirsten Dunst, as well as Colin Farrell, Nicole Kidman and Elle Fanning.) What is surprising is the film\u2019s origins: It is a remake. <\/span><\/p>\n

It is also a specific kind of remake, one that, for as prevalent as remakes are in today\u2019s cinematic landscape, is exceptionally rare: It is a remake of an art-house film, made anew for an art-house audience. Such remakes differ from the standard examples because they are not simply attempts to cash in on previously established brand awareness or basic nostalgia; nor are they English-language versions of foreign films; nor are they new adaptations of the original source material. These remakes are something else entirely, often highly personal to the filmmaker, often stemming from the sense of a challenge.<\/span><\/p>\n

For her part, Coppola has found the perfect vehicle in which to enter this small sub-genre. The original The Beguiled <\/i>(1971) is a mostly forgotten film, despite the high profile of its makers: It was the fourth collaboration between director Don Siegel and star\/producer Clint Eastwood. If a film from the team that also brought the world Dirty Harry<\/i> seems like an odd fit to be reinterpreted as a modern-day treatise on gender power dynamics from one of Hollywood\u2019s leading female directors, that\u2019s because the original was an odd fit to begin with.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>The Beguiled<\/i> is by far the strangest movie that either Eastwood or Siegel ever made: a lurid, psycho-sexual piece of exploitation, it was undoubtedly either man\u2019s first (and only) attempt at an outright art-house film. (Spoilers ahead.)<\/i> It feels especially startling today, what with Eastwood\u2019s conservative legacy firmly entrenched in the fabric of American cinema, by playing against our expectations. Not only does he not shoot anyone in the film (despite it ostensibly being a \u201cWestern\u201d), he ends up utterly defeated in the end: symbolically castrated, murdered, and buried, his conniving and cocksure alpha male proves no match for the women and girls of the film. <\/span><\/p>\n

That the story of The Beguiled<\/i> is so rich with further possibility in its exploration of gender, power, privilege and sexuality makes it fertile ground for a remake (the original also sets its unsentimental sights on race, but, Coppola\u2019s new version has excised that subplot, which seems like a cop-out). It doesn\u2019t hurt that the original is also deeply flawed. Although it is a highly visceral film, filled with good performances (Eastwood\u2019s included) and a twisted sense of anticipation, the narrative does feel somewhat undercooked, the ending rushed, and many of the character choices under developed, while its quotidian cinematography does no justice to its lush, gothic setting. (Siegel was never known for being a stylist, but there is nothing in the film as hauntingly shot and tensely staged as the football stadium manhunt in Dirty Harry.<\/i>) These are areas where an aesthetic and tonal master like Coppola could come in and add a welcome touch.<\/span><\/p>\n

More interesting, though, is how Coppola\u2019s version is set to tackle the themes of the original film. While it\u2019s reductive to call the Siegel version misogynistic (although it certainly plays well to misogynists: I found at least one gross, rambling modern review of it, on an MRA site that will go unnamed, which called it an \u201cin-your-face, red-pill masterpiece\u201d), it is a film about women from a man\u2019s point of view. A man of his era, at that: Siegel himself broke his film down pretty succinctly, saying<\/span><\/a> it was about <\/span>“the basic desire of women to castrate men.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Coppola has openly stated that her desire to remake the film (which she was introduced to only a couple of years ago to by her long-time production designer) came from her wanting to flip the story to tell it from the women\u2019s point of view, which seemed to her entirely more natural and worthy. <\/span><\/p>\n

This drive is what puts her in the company of the aforementioned rare breed of art-house directors, remaking art-house films, for an art-house audience, for reasons that are entirely personal and idiosyncratic, but which nonetheless end up being surprisingly similar.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Take Michael Haneke, for example. The poster boy for cold, scolding (and, yes, brilliant) European cinema had to have known that his 2007 shot-for-shot remake of his punishingly brutal Funny Games<\/i> was unlikely to find much more success stateside than the 1997 original, even without subtitles. His reasoning was not simply that he hoped that the message of the film would reach more of its intended audience (it is an indictment of violence in American media, after all), but, as he has admitted, because it provided a new challenge for him as a director, and he wanted to see if he was up to the task of meeting it. (He was, at least more so than fellow European director George Sluizer, whose 1993 American remake of his own treatise on the capriciousness of violence, The Vanishing <\/i>[1988], <\/i>ended up being the worst type of Hollywood desecration of foreign cinema.)<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Likewise, Werner Herzog had to have known that he was courting failure when he remade one of the touchstones of cinema (specifically the cinema of his ancestral homeland, Germany) when he remade F.W. Murnau\u2019s Nosferatu<\/i> (1922) \u2014 which, it should be noted, was itself an unauthorized adaptation of Bram Stoker\u2019s Dracula<\/i>. But, ever the explorer, not only did Herzog stay true to his own vision, bringing with him his lifelong fascination with the simultaneous cruelty and beauty of nature, but at the risk of committing blasphemy, I dare say he improved upon the original. Herzog\u2019s Nosferatu: The Vampyre\u00a0<\/i>(1979) is a deeper, darker, more tragic and more complete exploration of the story; it may be Herzog\u2019s most visually stunning film (no small feat there); and, for as iconic as Max Schreck is as the original titular bloodsucker, Herzog\u2019s mad muse Klaus Kinski not only cuts just as startling a figure, but he brings a depth \u2014 equal parts tragic, comic, and horrific \u2014 to the role that it hadn\u2019t previously known.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Much of the same can be said for William Friedkin\u2019s Sorcerer<\/i> (1977), a remake of Henri-George Clouzot\u2019s The Wages of Fear<\/i> (1953). Both films \u2014 about a group of desperate expats living in a third-world hellhole, who find a chance for escape by agreeing to escort three trucks carrying highly volatile nitroglycerine through a treacherous jungle terrain \u2014 are taught, white-knuckled master classes in unbearable tension, but Friedkin\u2019s is also one of the greatest explorations of existentialism and doom ever captured on film, complete with one of the all-time gut punches of an ending. While Sorcerer<\/i> was not slated by its studio for a straight art-house release \u2014 Friedkin, coming off the massive success of The French Connection<\/i> and The Exorcist, <\/i>was given a huge budget \u2014 the director was certainly unconcerned with appealing to a mass audience, being that he gave the film an entirely symbolic (and hugely misleading) title, and doesn\u2019t introduce any English-language speaking parts until about 20 minutes in. Even had the film not been plagued by production troubles, or hadn\u2019t had the misfortune to open opposite Star Wars<\/i>, it undoubtedly still would have been rejected by mainstream audiences.<\/span><\/p>\n

Friedkin had said that he wanted to make an action thriller that tackled the notion of existential dread (in which the nation was steeped during the late \u201970s), and that Clouzot\u2019s film provided the perfect spine on which to graft his obsessions. By doing so, in a manner similar to what Herzog did with Nosferatu<\/i>, Friedkin engaged with the original film in a way that other remakes hardly ever attempt to. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

In those cases it helped that the original films \u2014 Nosferatu<\/i> and The Wages of Fear <\/i>\u2014 prove extremely malleable to the concerns of different time periods (which is also why it should come as no surprise that both are slated to be remade by current art-house darlings, the former by\u00a0The Witch<\/i> director Robert Eggers, and the latter by gonzo journeyman Ben Wheatley). <\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>The same cannot be said of Stanislaw Lem\u2019s Solaris<\/i>, adapted by Andrei Tarkovsky\u2019s in 1972, and remade by Steven Soderbergh in 2002. Tarkovsky\u2019s film is timeless, rather than timely, and the notion that anyone would have the chutzpah to try and remake it seemed as foolish as it was unlikely, given how challenging and long (168 minutes!) his version is.<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet along came Soderbergh, who had made a career of traversing between the art house and the megaplex, to give it his best shot, bringing with him A-lister George Clooney, with whom he had recently collaborated, to great commercial success, on another remake in the star-studded Ocean\u2019s Eleven<\/i>. Alas, that success was not to be replicated with Solaris<\/i>, despite the fact that Soderbergh\u2019s version is shorter than Tarkovsky’s by over an hour and is significantly easier to follow. <\/span><\/p>\n

Despite these changes, Soderbergh\u2019s version failed to connect with audiences who were expecting a big-budget space thriller with George Clooney (to this day, I don\u2019t think I have ever witnessed as many walkouts as I did for the opening-weekend screening of Solaris<\/i> that I attended). A quiet, intimate, deeply personal meditation on loss and memory, it doesn\u2019t seem right to say that Soderbergh\u2019s Solaris<\/i> is better than Tarkovsky\u2019s, being that they are so different from one another (neither of them, according to a consensus among readers of the novel, are particularly faithful to Lem\u2019s story), but it does explore avenues that the previous version did not. Soderbergh has said that this was the reason he decided to take on the project in the first place: He thought there was enough material for several films, and thought that his film would serve as an interesting companion piece to Tarkovsky\u2019s. <\/span><\/p>\n

Herein lies the thread that connects all of these examples: They are not merely the case of a director wanting to take ownership of the original by reshaping the material to suit their style or obsessions, but rather, it is them wanting to take on a specific challenge that they felt called to when watching the original films. These remakes are meant to be viewed alongside the originals, rather than in place of them.<\/span><\/p>\n

Whatever public reception Sofia Coppola\u2019s new version of The Beguiled<\/i> meets once it has its proper release is yet to be seen, but if it\u2019s anything like these other examples, it\u2019s probably too much to expect it to find much in the way of crossover success. However, by being part of this strange subsection of art-house remakes, it ensures that it will be remembered as, if nothing else, a prime example of cinema in conversation with itself.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Zach Vasquez<\/a> lives in Los Angeles, an indie town that never got mainstream popularity.<\/em><\/p>\n