The House on Carroll Street
                                                           

Director: Peter Yates
Year: 1988
Rating: 7.0

It didn't really strike me until the scene above Grand Central that this was Peter Yate's homage to Alfred Hitchcock. Then when you look back, you realize it has been Hitchcock all along. Like many of Hitchcock's films, it involves an innocent who gets caught up in a conspiracy of evil. It is beautifully shot taking full advantage of NYC and has a cast that was very hot at the time. Kelly McGillis right off of Witness and Top Gun plays the innocent; a very young looking Jeff Daniels after Terms of Endearment, The Purple Rose of Cairo and Something Wild is the FBI agent and Yates of course had one good film after another including Bullitt, Eyewitness, Breaking Away and The Friends of Eddie Coyle. A sure fire hit, right? For some reason, nobody went to see it. A total bomb. A man setting himself on fire would have drawn a bigger audience. Mystifying to me. I thought this was a solid tense film with good performances.



It is 1951, the Yankees beat the New York Giants in five games to win the World Series and another Red Scare is underway. There had been one in the 1940s as well and we may be about to have another one, this time called Radical Leftist Terrorists and as opportunistic and idiotic as the others. Emily (McGillis) is testifying before Congress and Salwin (Mandy Patinkin) in his best Nixonian slime is demanding that she name names. She refuses. Gets fired from her job at Life Magazine and has to take a job as a reader for an elderly lady (Jessica Tandy). The FBI (Daniels, Ken Welsh) are ordered to keep an eye on her.



She becomes friendly with a young foreign man next door who reads Poe, she Dickinson, but it is clear that something in the house is troubling him. Then she spots Salwin in there and becomes more curious. The one weakness of the film was her lack of motivation to risk her life in all of this. New Yorkers just mind their own business, but no matter how dangerous it gets she just won't stop. Eventually of course, Daniels as the FBI agent is pulled in to help her and romance her. A couple really well done suspense scenes - at the Strand bookstore and filmed there with two men chasing her, the scene above the main area at Grand Central and when she snoops in the house at Carroll Street. I am not clear if this is the same Carroll Street as in my old neighborhood in Park Slope but the brownstones sure looked like it.