Chattahoochee is reminiscent of the most familiar prison movies, but it most resembles Robert Redford’s Brubaker, in revealing atrocities that happened in the Southern prison system. It’s also based on a true story.
This film is set in the 1950s, at a dilapidated mental institution in Florida. Our slightly unbalanced protagonist, Emmett Foley (Gary Oldman), a Korean War hero, has shot up some houses on his street in a bungled attempt to get himself killed so his wife can collect some insurance money. He’s sent to the Mental Hospital at Chattahoochee, a filthy hellhole – “This dark and hopeless place,” as he describes it to his faithful sister (Pamela Reed).
Emmett’s wife (Frances McDormand) is an oversexed honey who’s only too happy to abandon Emmett to the bottomless pit that is Chattahoochee. He adjusts to the grind with the help of a grizzled inmate (Dennis Hopper). But after a few years inside, he realizes he can’t adjust to the systematic violence and degradation of the place.
When he tries to report the horrors through proper channels, he’s met by a Catch-22 of bureaucracy. He insists that he is sane and suitable for release, and an investigating board asks him, “If you’re sane, why haven’t you tried to escape?”
This film has some potency, but many of its scenes seem recycled from previous prison dramas. Its best, most imaginative sequence is the opening scene, the weirdly comic episode in which Emmett takes his revolver and shoots up his neighbors’ lawns.
English director Mick Jackson, a veteran of British TV, brings an overwrought style to this material. It’s the bludgeon effect. After a while, the film just dissolves in its own gruesomeness, with only the watchability of Gary Oldman (Sid Vicious from Sid and Nancy) to maintain interest. Oldman finally isn’t enough.
First published in The Herald, May 4, 1990
Must’ve been a couple of other paragraphs lopped out of this one – I didn’t even mention Ned Beatty or M. Emmet Walsh, two men who belong in prison pictures about the bad old South. I recall this movie’s grittiness, but not much else. Curious shout-out on my part to Brubaker, not a movie I care about much, but a modest hit in its time. Jackson’s career is one of those baffling (I mean from the outside of course) arcs; lots of Brit-TV, then he followed this movie with L.A. Story and the blockbuster The Bodyguard, then directly to … the Dana Carvey amnesia comedy Clean Slate. But of course.