(10/17/09)
It all begins with an ingenious crime set to the styling of an old caper flick, bass guitar and all. For the first act or so, there is no air of involving drama; it’s all homage to 1930s gangster flicks. Once the first act ends, however, and we are treated to the shocking reveal of Scarface the doll, we realize that we have been played for a sap. Now we’re in for something disturbing, no matter how it is dressed by its lighthearted pulp style.
This is a psychological drama much in the vein of Two-Face. In fact, both shows deal with the same disorder. And yet while that glorious two-part installment was awash in heavy melodrama, Read My Lips is briskly paced and wears its genius proudly on its sleeve. With Harvey Dent we were under the impression that we knew him relatively well. We saw his dreams, we understood his friendship, and we felt the joy of his engagement. But Arnold Wesker is defined by surface traits: he is a mousy, nervous, easily intimidated man.
Read My Lips is all the more shocking because it is an intersection between glossy homage and perturbed psychology. Between the big-band instrumentation and hard-boiled banter, there is nary a pause for contemplation until the breathtaking third act, when Wesker’s dual personalities are at war with each other, signaled by the visceral struggle in which he literally points a gun at his own head. All the more frightening is that Scarface is such a holdover from the 1930s gangster era, his name lifted from Howard Hawks’ 1932 genre masterpiece. He spouts off expired one-liners with an all-too thick accent, and we take him almost as a means of humor, until his bombastic personality spars against the timidity of his host.
Wesker’s deep-rooted problem is that, like most of Batman’s rogues, he cannot live without his malady. Scarface points a gun at his face, and yet Wesker cries out when the dummy is ripped to shreds by gunfire. We can only imagine what trauma he has buried inside him that he must project such a violent temperament into a vessel defined by an incision in its face. Since we feel for Wesker and understand the gravity of his disorder, because of and not in spite of the fact that both of his personas are so one-note, the musical and visual rhythms that make this show so entertaining do not conflict at all. I find it all the more tense and claustrophobic that he wars with himself amidst a background so frantic and kinetic.
I must say a word or two about Tokyo Movie Shinsha’s last animated episode of the series. It is only fitting that this particular outing, in which dynamic imagery and motion converge on an intense character study, would be the last to receive the TMS treatment. Action animation, to me, is all about timing, buildup, the way a slight pause precedes a rapid flurry of movement. The fight scenes we see here are clear indications of the eventual trend in fast-moving martial arts fight scenes. Batman, more so than in most episodes, has a clear methodology to the way he takes down his opponents, and that is achieved just as much through TMS’s animation as through Boyd Kirkland’s slick direction.
Because the drama does not outshine the other aspects of production, but is rather complemented by an unbridled confidence in aesthetic craftsmanship, Read My Lips may be the finest entertainment the series ever had to offer.
This is one of those stories that have no unnecessary scenes in it. It starts out flawlessly, with a beautifully directed, animated, and scored heist, as three shadowed culprits steal the proceeds from a boxing match. We then get treated to a montage of spinning newspapers and a line of dialogue from the crooks’ boss, before we finally see Batman step onto the scene. What I love about this opening is how it feels like a noir crime film. The jazzy music, the setting, everything makes it feel like your right in the middle of an old pulp detective film. It evokes such feeling and mood that it’s impossible not to be enthralled by it, even if what’s happening onscreen is nothing more than a simple theft.
Of course, Batman catches on to the string of heists and, with some neat detective work, figures out that one of the gangsters is Rhino, someone he’s run into before. Now here it’s particularly worth noting how sharp the dialogue is. Lansdale has always written great dialogue, and this episode is no exception. Batman has a great sense of attitude in the words he says and Rhino feels just like a hardboiled gangster. Batman tracks him down to his hideout, and we, along with Batman, find out that the big crime boss is a dummy. After the initial shock, it’s only natural to believe that the ventriloquist is pulling the strings and dummy is probably just a gimmick. What takes place, however, is a psychological confrontation in which we find that the ventriloquist and his dummy Scarface are two completely different people.
Now, I actually wrote a psychology paper on Multiple Personality Disorder (though the episode refers to it as something different). And while the switch between the two personalities doesn’t usually happen as fast as it does between the ventriloquist and Scarface, unlike with Two-Face, the other of the two villains with the diagnosis, ‘Read My Lips’ still tops ‘Two-Face’ in showing how separate the two personalities are. With Harvey and Two-Face, there were always slight hints that both personalities were aware of the same things. In ‘Read My Lips’, Arnold Wesker and Scarface are two completely different people. The dialogue that characterizes their differences and George Dzundza’s remarkable performance as both characters does such an amazing job of portraying the character’s psychology. Every scene with the ventriloquist is a wonder to behold and doesn’t fail to keep the viewer enthralled.
The ending is what really makes the episode a masterwork, and unlike other episodes in which the ending is the best part, this one doesn’t have a slow lead up. Soon after being knocked out by Scarface’s thugs, we find Batman tied up over a pit of mannequins, their pointed fingers outstretched (a rather interesting spin on your usual pit scene). Scarface was actually smart in that he caught onto Batman’s hidden microphone. This is where we see how truly different the two are. The simple timid personality of Arnold Wesker actually yielded a criminal mind that can outthink Batman. But things only get better from this initial setup, as Batman, through ventriloquism of his own, turns Wesker and Scarface against each other, and we find that Scarface doesn’t even know that he’s a dummy. Watching Wesker turn his gun on himself as his two personalities war with each other is easily one of the most powerful moments I’ve ever seen in animated cartoons. The direction, along with the acting, is psychologically compelling that it’s impossible not to look on in awe at how things unfold. The episode continues to top itself too, as Batman takes down Scarface’s thugs and soon after, one of them takes a machine gun and accidentally riddles the dummy with bullets. It’s dark, devastating, and about on par with Two-Face’s inability to find his missing coin. The ending of course, shows a seemingly reformed Wesker carving away at a replacement in a haunting conclusion.
This episode is so much fun to gush over that I haven’t even touched on the TMS animation or the great fight scenes, and I’ve barely talked about the marvelous score by Walker, which suits the entire atmosphere of the episode flawlessly. Now, I said that ‘Fire From Olympus’ was artistically well done, but this episode tops it in every conceivable way. TMS does some of its finest work here; in fact, these are probably the best fight scenes between Batman and some thugs that were ever featured in the series. Even ignoring the animation, every other visual aspect is gorgeous: the backgrounds, the framing, and perspective are all beautiful. This is truly a landmark episode in regards to artwork.
There isn’t much more I can say about this episode. ‘Read My Lips’ is a series classic, an episode that is both psychologically engaging and superficially appealing. It has been a favorite of mine for a very long time and it simply never gets old.
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