Performance — 4K
Donald Cammell’s collision of gangster brutality and drug-soaked decadence steps up to 4K clarity. Excellent extras properly credit the writer-director, whose name is sometimes omitted in favor of co-director Nicolas Roeg. Mick Jagger’s first dramatic role is as a recluse who interrupts his drugs ‘n’ sex lifestyle to shelter a mobster on the run; James Fox is excellent as the sadistic thug in hiding. A psychological transformation takes place when two personalities begin to merge. Also starring Anita Pallenberg and Johnny Shannon.
Performance
4K Ultra HD + Blu-ray
The Criterion Collection 1251
1970 / Color / 1:85 widescreen / 105 min. / available through The Criterion Collection / Street Date February 25, 2025 / 49.95
Starring: James Fox, Mick Jagger, Anita Pallenberg, Michele Breton, Ann Sidney, John Bindon, Stanley Meadows, Allan Cuthbertson, Anthony Morton, Johnny Shannon, Anthony Valentine, Ken Colley, John Sterland, Laraine Wickens, Jane Lapotaire.
Cinematography: Nicolas Roeg
Art Director: John Clark
Film Editors: Antony Gibbs, Brian Smedley-Aston
Original Music: Jack Nitzsche
Written by Donald Cammell
Produced by Sanford Lieberson
Directed by Donald Cammell, Nicolas Roeg
Donald Cammell and Nicolas Roeg’s Performance was something of a legend way back in film school. Around 1974 a professor managed to get a projectable, but incomplete print from Warner Bros., and even the color looked a little sick. We later found that studios sometimes pulled from circulation films deemed ‘out of favor.’ The exiles usually lasted a couple of years, but Ken Russell’s uncut The Devils is still mostly AWOL. Performance did resurface at repertory theaters, but was it complete? Why did the prints look so beat-up?
Our film school showing of Performance shook us up, with its fragmented visuals and strange, brutal storyline. The show never lost its status as an acting showcase for rock legend Mick Jagger. He and James Fox are at opposite ends of a disturbing ‘binary character’ tale. It’s not a film to warm up to. Jagger’s musical number Memo From Turner is truly powerful, and disturbing as well.
By 1970 ‘the kids’ were rejecting exploitation films about drugs, sex and rock ‘n’ roll. Most of the big-studio attempts to repeat the success of Easy Rider were flops. That included Michelangelo Antonioni’s art film Zabriskie Point. Its advertising pandered to the youth market: “How you get there, depends on where you’re at!”
Performance was something entirely different. What begins as a gangster tale morphs into an investigation of the meaning of identity, complete with references to the literary puzzle master Luis Borges. The splintered cutting style constantly throws fragmented, disorienting images at us: flashbacks, flash-forwards, flashes every which way but loose. Shots come and go before one barely has a chance to read them — was that a close-up of a nipple? Optical effects are used as well, but the movie avoids standard psychedelic clichés.
Mick Jagger’s character doesn’t enter for 40 full minutes. Until then Performance is a very nasty U.K. underworld tale, as brutal as Villain, Get Carter and The Squeeze. A special consultant (covered in the disc extras) advised on authentic street jargon.
One wonders what Donald Cammell’s shooting screenplay was like. The finished film uses cross-cutting to create parallel connections between the hoodlum life and the radical Rock lifestyle. London thug Chas (James Fox) terrorizes people for the local crime boss Harry Flowers (Johnny Shannon). Chas dresses posh but is a sadistic psychopath, a potential liability for the rackets. When Harry shifts his business elsewhere, Chas barely escapes a torture session run by one of his old enemies. He holes up in a rented room on a run-down street, that happens to be owned by Turner (Mick Jagger), a ‘retired’ rock star. Turner has dropped out because he’s lost the ‘demon’ that drives him to perform.
Chas is in an alien environment, but on his best behavior because he needs to stay off the street. Suddenly seeming an ultra-square, he pretends to be a juggler with a variety act. The deception fools nobody, especially not Turner’s long-time girlfriend Pherber (Anita Pallenberg). The free-form social and sexual setup in the house is also beyond Chas’s understanding. Turner, Pherber and a third playmate Lucy (Michèle Breton) decide to find out what makes their new friend tick by feeding him magic mushrooms. Chas asks for a passport photo, initiating a game of identities that eventually blurs the boundaries between host and tenant.
Warner Bros. put a lot of money into Performance and must have had high commercial hopes for the dramatic film debut of Rolling Stones’ superstar Mick Jagger. They reportedly did not interfere in the filming at all. Could they possibly have expected an upbeat, family friendly musical like the Beatles’ A Hard Day’s Night?
makes it all the way, is the one that achieves madness.”
When the first cut of Donald Cammell and Nicolas Roeg’s violent, symbolic art film was screened, the Brown Sugar hit the fan. Some in the preview audience were revolted. Shaken, the Warner brass decided that the film was too incoherent to release. Donald Cammell was dismissed, but brought back months later to perform at least two re-cuts. The final version is still a brutal experience, as mainstream pictures got in 1970. Content to equal this wouldn’t arrive until the next year’s crop of explicit sex and violence: Straw Dogs, The Devils, A Clockwork Orange. Yet the spoken dialogue is not vulgar — I’m not sure we ever hear a single curse word.
The rough stuff that offended the preview audience began with a half-hour of gangland brutality. The London hoods use threats to take over smaller rackets: “We prefer the word merge.” James Fox’s well-dressed extortionist goes way too far in his methods of intimidation. To keep Harry Shannon’s name out of a serious court case, Chas and his crew terrorize an uncooperative solicitor. They ruin the attorney’s Rolls-Royce by dousing it with acid. Chas ties the lawyer’s chauffeur to the front bumper and shaves his head; the man is spared an acid bath only because they haven’t brought enough.
Even before we meet the Rock ‘n’ Roll idol Turner, the film has given us scores of flash-cut bits of sex scenes. We soon bear witness to a post-Mod happening of the kind fantasized by rock fans, but that only rock stars experience. When not trying out new ideas in his studio, Turner carries on an endless orgy of sex and drugs with his old lady Pherber and their visa-challenged French playmate. Scenes in Turner’s oversized bed and giant tub have one thing in common with the same year’s bohemian squalor-fest Quiet Days in Clichy — some of the sex on view may be real.
Hiding in Turner’s house, Chas tries to arrange a way to slip out of London. He instead becomes a subject of study for the curious Turner and Pherber. She invades Chas’ bed with the challenge to ‘investigate his feminine side’ — something fairly revolutionary for a 1968 film. We see Pherber inject herself with what she claims is Vitamin B-12. She also takes apart Chas’s automatic pistol … much in the same way that she and Turner use psychedelic mushrooms to dismantle Chas’s brain.
The film’s fragmented, disturbing editing forces us to pay attention to details, which allows the psychological scheme to sneak up on us. Chas and Turner eventually play a psychedelic variation on the personality-warp dramatized in Joseph Losey’s The Servant. The mind games go beyond mirror images and superimposed faces, to a The Secret Sharer blurring of identities.
The two men are like unstable molecules, ready to exchange properties. When Chas intimidated his underworld victims, he called himself a ‘performer.’ Turner sees through Chas’s deception but has an appreciation for his arrogant stance. Turner is acutely aware that his creative motivation, his Demon, has left him. Can Chas perhaps help bring it back?
Co-directors Cammell and Roeg invigorate the picture via inventive direction, excellent staging and luminous camerawork. There are many odd camera angles but few are conventionally ‘trippy.’ The most familiar are Persona– like dissolves between Chas and Turner as they begin to morph into a composite identity. Roeg seems incapable of making a dull image. One of the intimate sex scenes benefits from a rosy look — the light seems to be filtered through a blanket.
Performance goes way beyond attempts to represent drug trips with imitation light-show effects, and cutaways to clips from horror movies. The simple disorientation of psychedelics is much closer to reality. When Chas trips, he fixates on the multicolored inlays of Turner’s coffee table, as if examining an angel fallen from heaven. His response reveals his basic materialistic alignment: “This is beautiful. I want to buy this.”
James Cammell elicited committed performances from his stars, who felt they were working on something significant. James Fox is excellent as the chilling gang enforcer. In one of his few starring roles, Mick Jagger does much more than just play himself. He reportedly based his characterization on one of his fellow Stones band members. Anita Pallenberg ( Barbarella) has the look of a beauty slightly hardened by the drug life; she reportedly contributed to the screenplay. Chas’ gangster associates are a clutch of cutthroats led by Johnny Shannon’s preening Harry Flowers, a bespectacled and gay ‘business entrepreneur.’
Jagger sings a couple of songs in a natural mode. To demonstrate a bit of his performing style for Chas, he prances about his recording studio dancing with a neon tube. The film’s most ironic line comes when Chas watches Turner dance: “You’ll be a funny geezer when you’re fifty.” Who knew that Jagger and the Stones would go on seemingly forever?
The movie’s many themes reach their peak in a bravura musical number, Memo From Turner. It has the feel of an early ’80s, MTV- style music video … but dark. Turner assumes a new identity that combines facets of both Chas and Harry Flowers. With his hair slicked back, Turner takes on Chas’ threatening stance and belts out the lyrics while chairing a meeting of sexually subservient mobsters. It’s both funny and scary.
Performance could well mark the end of the carefree image of Swinging London, just as Gimme Shelter made Woodstock seem a bad-news coffin nail for counterculture harmony. We’re told that the first cut originally resolved with more gangster action and a drug deal, but that Warners demanded less crime and more Mick. The film as finished dives straight into the brains of the two leading characters and really never comes up for air. The final minutes wind up with a not-bad stab at psychological profundity. Is it Chas or Turner that climbs into Harry Flowers’ car, perhaps to be ‘taken for a ride?’
The Criterion Collection’s 4K Ultra HD + Blu-ray of Performance follows up on a Warner Archive Collection Blu-ray from 11 years ago. It’s a new 4K digital restoration. As is the norm with Criterion 4Ks, the feature appears on both discs, with the extras only on the Blu-ray.
The movie comes at us in such a blizzard of fast cuts that we barely have time to think about things like image quality. The detail and contrast is indeed improved, but the imagery remains dark and intense. I can see disc owners using their still button to examine shots more closely … ‘what exactly was that?’ The enhancements bring out more textures in the color. They also highlight some of the fairly crude opticals, such as the wipes used to indicate a bullet’s trip through a man’s head.
Cameraman & co-director Nicolas Roeg has an interesting visual gimmick at work at all times. The film switches to grainy 16mm to represent Pherber’s 8mm bedroom movies. A few shots seem to imitate works of modern art. Composer Jack Nitzsche uses one of the first Moog synthesizers to create disturbing music/sound effects. A grating electronic chime noise undercuts a speech in court.
Disc producer Susan Arosteguy’s extras begin with a feature length 1998 documentary on Donald Cammell that evokes a different corner of the Swingin’ ’60s. Cammell appears in a pre-existing interview, as he had committed suicide two years before. He was an accomplished painter, writing movies that producers too often turned into junk. The interviewees are wonderfully candid. Providing fascinating input are James Fox, Mick Jagger, Johnny Shannon, Patrick Bachau, Elliott Kastner, Cathy Moriarty, Sanford Lieberson, Anita Pallenberg and Barbara Steele. Ms. Steele was a young art school student with Cammell and a lifelong friend. Describing a personality that reminded her of Pan, Steele has much more to say about the man than she usually does her own career. Frankly, the story of Performance from Cammell’s POV interests this viewer as much as the movie itself.
Criterion uses the original U.K. audio track. For the U.S. release Harry Flowers and an actress were redubbed for clarity. The same thing was done for some speeches in the next year’s Get Carter. Criterion says this is the first time the original track has been heard, but back in 2014 Willard Carroll wrote to explain that the first DVD had correct original Cockney audio.
A new piece looks at David Litvinoff, a unique character that ‘stood at the intersection of criminality and culture’ in London, and contributed to the film’s authentic dialogue.
We’re happy that Warners is licensing titles out to Criterion, but wish that the studio would put more of their impressive library on 4K Ultra HD. They have so many that would obviously be big sellers. We hope that last month’s The Searchers will lead to more frequent 4K reissues.
Reviewed by Glenn Erickson
Performance
4K Ultra HD + Blu-ray rates:
Movie: Excellent
Video: Excellent
Sound: Excellent
Supplements:
Donald Cammell: The Ultimate Performance (1998), a documentary by Kevin Macdonald and Chris Rodley
Influence and Controversy: Making ‘Performance’ (2007)
New visual essay about dialogue coach and technical adviser David Litvinoff
Actor interviews
Program on the overdubbing done for the U.S. version
Memo from Turner with WB promo material
Trailer
Insert pamphlet with an essay by Ryan Gilbey and a 1995 article by Peter Wollen.
Deaf and Hearing-impaired Friendly? YES; Subtitles: English (feature only)
Packaging: One 4K Ultra HD + Blu-ray in Keep case
Reviewed: February 16, 2025
(7280perf)
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I remember walking out on this film after 20 minutes when I was a kid and I had a pretty strong stomach. There was a punk band that was going to play at the end of the movie that I wanted to see, but I left anyway.
Hey! That’s interesting because I too walked out after about 20 minutes. Not my kind of film at all although I do like gangsters films which are done sensibly, i.e. unpretentiously. I notice Ann Sydney in the credits. Isn’t she the English girl who won the Miss World beauty contest?