The Phantom of the Opera (1998)
After Hammer’s Dracula and Ken Russell’s Frankenstein origin story, The Phantom of the Opera was an accidentally perfect pick—another turn of the century literary adaptation, another Universal Monster, and the next film in my parallel project to watch all the films of Dario Argento in chronological order.
Looking for films for #31DaysofBlackXmas, it seemed wrong not to continue the Dario Argento quest I started back in June. That stalled because the films got harder to find, and frankly I was getting bored. Argento’s The Phantom of the Opera is only available on a DVD rip of what looks like a VHS (the quality is awful, which colours everything), but it wasn’t expensive, and I didn’t want to let go of the idea without another try.
A baby is put in a basket and released into the sewer. A rat spots it, pulls it to safety, and the rats raise the child as one of their own. This makes Argento’s Phantom the king of the rats when the story starts, but also a hunky blonde stud, played by Julian Sands as beautiful, charming, and with no mask in sight. The Christine he is entranced by is (of course) Argento’s daughter, Asia, caught between the good Baron, who woos her in conventional ways, and the dark Phantom, who can talk to her telepathically, kills people, and wants to keep her forever in his dank rat cave.
It took me a while to accept that Argento has made here a baroque mix of horror, romance and comedy, with some steampunk thrown in, and it was only the extended sequence of the rat-catcher careening through the caverns in a self-built rat vacuum-mincer where that hit home. If you’re looking for a straight horror, or a classic adaptation of the original novel, you’ll be disappointed, but if you’re able to look at this with an open mind (and find a copy of high enough quality to do the sets and costumes justice), then… you might think it works.
Looking back to his 1987 film Opera, the Phantom has always been in the back of Argento’s mind, and I wonder if it was a childhood favourite. He certainly loves theatrical spaces (like the opening of Deep Red). He’s made a long career from mysterious killers stalking artists. I wonder if there’s an interview where he talks about this? (Much scouring of the internet ensued, no evidence was found by the time this went to press.)