The Mean Season (1985)

Of all the film's dedicated to my (former) chosen profession of working at a daily newspaper, my favorite and, I think, the best was Richard Brooks' Deadline-USA (1952), where crusading editor Humphrey Bogart, despite his paper's imminent demise, puts the screws to the local gangster, bound and determined to bring him down for murder before the last edition goes to press.

Now, amongst a plethora of great scenes there's one where the dedicated staff hold a wake for their soon to be dearly departed paper, culminating in Jim Backus relating a conversation about how the late and lamented brass-nutted publisher once asked if he was a journalist or a reporter before he would hire him.

When asked what the difference was, the publisher said a journalist makes himself the hero of the story, while a reporter serves only as a witness; a lesson Kurt Russell's character should have taken to heart in another tale of murder and newsprint with Phillip Borsos’ The Mean Season (1985).

Based on In the Heat of the Summer, a crackerjack novel by John Katzenbach, the film would set the template for many a serial-murder flick to come.

Here, Russell plays Miami-based reporter Malcolm Anderson, who inadvertently becomes the mouthpiece for a serial killer looking for bigger headlines. And as the stakes get higher, along with the body count, Anderson soon comes to a realization that he is no longer reporting the news but is the news. And he kind of likes it.

Thus, drawing too much media attention to himself, the Numbers Killer is quite upset by this (-- a delightfully unhinged performance by Richard Jordan); and in true narcissistic fashion, he decides to punish our hero by kidnapping his girlfriend, Christine (Mariel Hemingway), as his next victim, which leads to the main reason for this post.

For, as the local papers do a patented sit-n-spin on the movie screen, up pops one of the greatest gaffes in the history of newspaper cinema:

Now, now. Cut him some slack; that headline was written under duress. In other words, FIRE THE COPY EDITOR!

Sadly, due to budget cuts, in a lot of papers, a copy editor was a luxury no longer afforded. And when I finally noticed the typo on this latest viewing (-- for the record, that should be kidnapping with two Ps), I laughed pretty hard but was also extremely sympathetic for many reasons.

Mainly, because as you all well know by now, I am a terrible speller and my typing skills aren't all that hot either. Also, in my 28 years working in the composing department, meaning, basically, I made sure everything printed right side up, I've seen golfers shit 3 under par to take second place (-- which makes one wonder what they had to shit out to win), grandfather cocks for sale, and teams promising to lay their opponents as hard as they can slip by and see print; and one inexplicable headline with the word "muber" in it; which proved so inexplicable that any error caught since was now affectionately dubbed just that: a muber.

Now, this gaffe in no way, shape or form ruins the movie watching experience of The Mean Season. Far from it. Russell is great, as always, equaled by Jordan, and they're buoyed by a strong supporting cast, including Joe Pantoliano, Richard Masur, William Smith, and a young Andy Garcia and a vintage Richard Bradford as the detectives charged with mucking through the grisly crime scenes to try and catch this psycho.

And with their only real lead being Russell's link with the killer, all they can do is wait for more bodies and hope the killer eventually slips up and reveals himself.

As I said before, a lot of this is tired, worn thin, and needling toward cliche these days, but it all had to start somewhere, right?

Originally posted on July 9, 2012, at Micro-Brewed Reviews

The Mean Season (1985) David Foster Productions :: Orion Pictures / P: David Foster, Lawrence Turman / AP: Steve Perry / D: Phillip Borsos / W: Leon Piedmont, John Katzenbach (novel) / C: Frank Tidy / E: Duwayne Dunham / M: Lalo Schifrin / S: Kurt Russell, Mariel Hemingway, Richard Jordan, Richard Masur, Joe Pantoliano, Andy Garcia, Richard Bradford