Safe (1995)

Director:

Todd Haynes

Writer:

Todd Haynes (written by)

Release Date:

30 June 1995 (USA)

Genre:

Thriller | Drama

Tagline:

In the 21st century nobody will be...Safe.

Plot:

An unexceptional homemaker in the suburbs develops multiple chemical sensitivity.

Plot Keywords:

Retreat | Psychiatrist | Illness | Housewife | Environment

Awards:

3 wins & 6 nominations

Cast

Julianne Moore	...	Carol White
Peter Friedman	...	Peter Dunning
Xander Berkeley	...	Greg White
Susan Norman	...	Linda
Kate McGregor-Stewart	...	Claire (as Kate McGregor Stewart)
Mary Carver	...	Nell
Steven Gilborn	...	Dr. Hubbard
April Grace	...	Susan
Peter Crombie	...	Dr. Reynolds
Ronnie Farer	...	Barbara
Jodie Markell	...	Anita
Lorna Scott	...	Marilyn
James LeGros	...	Chris
Dean Norris	...	Mover
Julie Burgess	...	Aerobics instructor

MPAA:

Rated R for a sex scene and brief language.

Runtime:

119 min

Country:

UK | USA

Language:

English

Color:

Color

Aspect Ratio:

1.85 : 1

Sound Mix:

Stereo

Certification:

Australia:M | Sweden:15 (DVD rating) | Finland:K-11 | France:U | Portugal:M/12 | UK:15 | USA:R | Netherlands:12

Filming Locations:

Brandeis-Bardin Institute - 1101 Pepper Tree Lane, Simi Valley, California, USA

Company:

American Playhouse Theatrical Films

Trivia:

Many interiors such as Carol's house were filmed in Todd Haynes' family and relatives' houses. The exterior of the St. Tropez restaurant (the next scene after the dinner where Carol doesn't laugh at the vibrator joke) was shot, remarkably, using the exterior of Haynes' parents house. The street that opens the film is also the street where their house is located and his mother's car can be seen in the shot.

Movie Connections:

Referenced in "Game-On: (#3.2)" (1998)

Soundtrack:

Whenever I Call You Friend

Where Blade Runner feared to tread

I watched Safe for our coverage of 1980s's health movements and the AIDS virus with a special eye for the conflict between New Age healers and "the medical profession." Safe connects so well with both; although there's no real homosexuality anxieties in the film, AIDS seem the unconquerable illness penetrating the lives of happy suburban people.

First of all, Julianne Moore is absent in the film. Her character, Carol White, is a model, rich California suburban housewife. We notice how absent she is from the moment that sex with her husband produces nothing in her, but she goes through the motions of kissing him and petting him afterwards. She has mechanical conversations with friends, with mother, with cleaning lady in her ultramodern, lush, carpeted, fashionably lit house with gardens surrounding it and police patrol by night. She goes to her workouts, cleaners, and arranges furniture.

This is a really tragic film. It's also brilliantly shot, edited, acted, and its sets are so appropriate. The use of teal and sky blue becomes numbing, anesthetizing in Carol's home, as does the harsh lighting of the doctor's office and the hospital. The Wrenwood Center itself resembles where Deckard would have gone at the end of Blade Runner as the orig. end credits seemed to indicate: mountains and nature as an antidote to the city.

However, it's not URBAN life that seems to be killing Carol- it's SUBURBAN life, it's Northern California, it's fruit diets, mini-malls, 80s music playing in health clubs, housewifes, gardens, pools, teal green couches, endless lines of cars, power lines, and street lights. It's dismal, and her family life is no big help having no real life to it.

At one point, in a really wrenching scene, Carol cries, looks at Greg from the bed and asks "Where am I? Right now?" He responds flatly but tenderly, "You're in Carol and Greg's house." She only cries more.

The question is: what is really wrong with Carol White? Did she succumb to depression and make herself a psychosomatic illness? Is she really sick and dying? Is she just afraid of living? It seems to me the more that Carol is told that she is the only one with the power to cure herself, the less power she seems to have. The final monologue where she stands in front of the group and discusses how far she's come is inarticulate, random, unthought, and not a good sign.

The acting is done well for its purposes, especially by Peter Dunn, the leader. He creates an interesting portrait of a man who is so determined to be a victim that he's created people who are dependent on him. Peter is the only dynamic presence in the film, but even he wants peace, love, and tranquility in our hearts. That doesn't seem to feed Carol.

This film reminded me of Koyaanisqatsi, visions of emptiness and life out of balance. Carol looks out her car window at the highways and powerlines and headlights, and she reminded me of someone watching that film, fearing technology. Yet even retreating from technology is not an ALTERNATIVE: it's a sign of defeat, isn't it?

The film doesn't offer solutions- only one of the most frightening, eerie, and numbing indictments of suburbia and the New Age that I have ever seen. It puts its images, sets, sounds, actors into a collective vision of decay, expressed through the decline of the model suburban housewife. See it, but don't look for answers or happy endings.