Peter Whitehead's The Fall Revisited Marjorie Rosen (bio) Within its first two minutes, Peter Whitehead's The Fall lets us know that it is a movie on amphetamines. From the get-go, images hurtle across the screen: a young woman's eye, heavily made-up and fringed with spidery false lashes; a bomber jet; a musician singing about soldiers and war; an Italian bombshell, the selfsame owner of that eye, watching television. Then there are strobe lights, a belly button, and a bare female breast. A British filmmaker talks on television in a reedy voice about coming to New York to make a film about America. ("Sometimes outsiders see us with a much clearer light than we see ourselves," he confidently tells a TV interviewer.) A pretty woman—oh, it's Gloria Steinem—says, "This must be the best covered war in our history." I am trying to imagine how this feverish two-hour film—"a documentary based on a fictional script," Whitehead calls it in the opening credits—must have played when it first debuted in 1969. Most likely, it astonished audiences with its throbbing electronic rock score and kaleidoscopic hip images, cut together practically at the speed of light and both anticipating and outdazzling the MTV generation. Having seen The Fall only recently, I respect it for this pulsating imagery and for Whitehead's audacity at trying to juggle both documentary and what he claims are fictive forms to come up with something fresh yet rigorous, something popular yet intellectual, and something that is not just politically and cinematically subversive, but also brimming with personal anger and angst. He clearly owes a great debt to the French director Jean-Luc Godard, whom he has described as a personal hero, and to Godard's mid-sixties movies such as Made in U.S.A. (FR, 1966); Masculin Feminin (FR, 1966), which Godard described as being about "the children of Marx and Coca Cola"; [End Page 480] and the postmodernist Pierrot le Fou (FR, 1966) and La Chinoise (FR, 1967), with its ebullient Marxist sloganeering. Perhaps, too, Godard's offscreen intoxication with his leading lady and future wife, Anna Karina, inspired Whitehead to go forward with his own onscreen story of a director who romances a model he has just hired to pose for him. But what charmed us so much about Godard in those years was that he could achieve a goofy and occasionally soaring mix of cultural touchstones, political outrage, and heady romance; such lightness eludes Whitehead, whose work, despite its energy, is strained by its own self-importance. How to describe The Fall? For one, it is an antiwar tract, which very likely borrowed its title from Albert Camus's final work (Whitehead indeed quotes the French author and philosopher during the proceedings: "Albert Camus said that when everyone is guilty, it will be a democracy"). The movie is, in unequal parts, the story of a filmmaker observing a strange culture in furious flux and a document of the chaotic political events in America in 1968, from the assassinations of Martin Luther King and Robert F. Kennedy to the student protests at Columbia University. For all the movie's style, it has significant problems. The first is its lack of focus, which Whitehead himself seemed to acknowledge when, five minutes into the documentary, he flashed this title card onto the screen: "Film as a Series of Historical Moments Seeking a Synthesis." Yes, but it never finds that synthesis. What's more, many of its moments are not all that historic. They emerge a hodgepodge of strobe lights and cultural and political images—the San Francisco Mime Troupe and Bread and Puppet Theatre, both doing anti-Vietnam riffs; speechifying by Lyndon Johnson, Martin Luther King Jr., and Robert Kennedy; a man, identified as a potential assassin, flinging a white chicken around a room and eventually killing it; a staged scene of dancers in a subway car, pointless except for the presence of then-model and flower child Penelope Tree. Indeed, it is not until the film's final half hour that Whitehead introduces his most compelling and original material: the Columbia University student protests of April 1968...