THE TOWERING INFERNO is my favorite bad movie of all time. To
say
that it's the best disaster film of the 1970s isn't much of a
compliment given the competition, but none of the others could boast
such a high-powered cast (Paul Newman, Steve McQueen, Faye Dunaway,
William Holden, Fred Astaire -- sheesh!) spouting such shamelessly
inane dialogue in so many contrived situations. (When Bill
Holden
says, "There really is nothing any of us can do to bring back the
dead," that's about as deep as the philosophical musing
gets.)
But the cast is merely part of the expensive decor; the real star of
the film is the fire itself. Unlike modern films that rely on
special effects for gratuitous thrills, the fire in THE TOWERING
INFERNO serves as both protagonist and antagonist, in that it both
propels the plot and provides its conflict. The film
succeeds,
therefore, as a combination of unintentionally camp humor and
spectacular action scenes. Newman and McQueen each figure
prominently in the film's two most pulse-pounding sequences: the first
has Newman leading Jennifer Jones and two kids down what's left of a
stairway after a gas explosion, the second has McQueen in charge of a
daring helicopter rescue of a disabled scenic elevator. Both
scenes stretch credibility to the limit, but so does the premise of the
film. Who in their right mind would erect the world's tallest
building in quake-prone San Francisco? The same people that
would
put a coxcomb like Richard Chamberlain in charge of the electrical
contracting, I suppose.
- JL