Racial Equality and Blood Brotherhood: John Carpenter’s Assault On Precinct 13


It’s textbook Romero in John Carpenter’s convention smashing urban Western


For indie filmmakers looking to break into the industry, George A. Romero’s Night of the Living Dead was something of a landmark picture. Shot in black and white on a budget of $114,000, the movie would use a soon-to-be-demolished setting, a cast of nameless extras and a few cleverly calculated narrative quirks to makes its mark, and in doing so became one of the most influential horror movies the genre had ever produced. Four years later, director John Carpenter would use a similar template for genre classic Halloween, which with a cumulative worldwide gross of $70,000,000 proved even more successful, sparking a whole slew of imitators looking to cash-in on the low-risk phenomenon that was modern independent filmmaking. Suddenly, anyone with access to a Steadicam could go out and make a picture, and with the rise of home video the potential was limitless.

By 1974, Carpenter already had a feature directing credit under his belt in Dan O’Bannon penned Dark Star, a low-key, sci-fi comedy that would later receive a re-release following the success of Halloween and another O’Bannon project Alien, but it was Carpenter’s next movie that would truly put him on the map. Assault On Precinct 13 has all the hallmarks of Romero’s Night of the Living Dead: an isolated setting, a group of people showing their true colours, both figuratively and literally, in a life and death situation, and an unending siege from a group of nameless agitators whose numbers seem boundless. Shot in a mere 20 days, it also has all the hallmarks of later Carpenter: an emblematic figure daubed in the anti-heroic guise of male fantasy, iconic dialogue, a smidgen of social commentary and an uncanny knack for visuals, all of it emboldened by the director’s inimitable synth catalogue, the driving force behind his very best movies.

Romero’s influence on Carpenter’s shoestring salvo may be obvious to any watching horror fans, but Assault on Precinct 13 is more reminiscent of another of Carpenter’s favourite genres. The story of a soon-to-be relocated police precinct that comes under fire from a street gang hellbent on retribution, this is very much cowboys at dawn, an urban western which blurs the genre’s usual delineations by teaming crooks with cops, men with women, and, in the ultimate nod to Romero’s Night of the Living Dead, black with white. It is anti-establishment filmmaking that recalls the likes of Clint Eastwood’s Dirty Harry, and Carpenter has even gone on record as saying that Assault on Precinct 13‘s steady, staccato theme was influenced by Lalo Schifrin’s iconic score.

[Offering Bishop coffee]

Leigh : Black?

Bishop : For over thirty years.

Assault on Precinct 13 essentially has two lead characters. The first of those, Austin Stoker’s Ethan Bishop, is both conventional and unconventional — conventional in the sense that he is something of a by-the-book lawman and unconventional due to the colour of his skin and the rank he holds. Like Night of the Living Dead‘s Ben (Duane Jones), Bishop is a black character leading a white-dominated environment, only this time his rank is official, at least until the precinct comes under attack, plunging the natural order into jeopardy. Carpenter gives us black and white characters on both sides of the law, placing them in a situation where survival is based on cooperation, regardless of society’s superficial preoccupations. In Bishop we are presented with a character whose very presence demands respect. He is a man of conviction who has risen to the rank of lieutenant based on merit, who shrugs off the thinly-veiled insubordination of the precinct’s racist desk officer with an impermeable grace. Ultimately, he is a hero worthy of our respect.

The second of those characters is your archetypal antihero, a less caricaturistic version of Escape From New York‘s Snake Plissken and the director’s first truly emblematic lead. Darwin Joston’s deadpan portrayal of the ostentatiously mysterious Napoleon Wilson was inspired by Charles Bronson’s “Harmonica” in Sergio Leoni’s epic Spaghetti Western Once Upon a Time in the West, and the similarities are wholly transparent. When confronted about the motives behind their actions, both characters reply “Only at the point of dyin’.” Wilson also speaks of a preacher who once told him,”Son, there is something strange about you. You got something to do with death,” echoing a line from Leoni’s classic spoken by Jason Robards’ character Cheyenne.

Wilson is similarly impervious for a man on death row. He is under no illusions as to where his future lies, accepting the consequences of his actions with a wry grin and a degree of casualty that belies the hopelessness of his predicament, one punctuated by his equally futile pursuit of a cigarette, an insistence that will sow the seeds for one of cinema’s most unlikely and rewarding relationships. Wilson pursues a smoke with mechanical impudence, and each request is met with the same resistance, either from cons who are closed-off from the idea of giving or authority figures who revel in the chance to shoot him down. It may be a running joke inspired by the westerns of Howard Hawks, but it is also hugely meaningful. When Wilson asks the warden for a smoke it is nothing more than a show of insolence, an act of self-punishment. When he later requests one from Bishop having been temporarily holed up in Precinct 13 following the unexpected illness of a fellow inmate, the lieutenant offers a similar reply, but he also offers an apology, and right away Wilson understands the kind of man he is dealing with.

Most cons would immediately take advantage of such decency, exploiting it as weakness, and you have to believe that Wilson’s intelligent hard-ass could have escaped if he so desired, or at the very least stamped his authority over the situation, but a mutual respect develops between two characters who on the surface seem to inhabit opposite ends of the ethical spectrum. When the precinct comes under fire, Bishop is smart enough to realise that he will need all the help he can get, not only from Wilson, but from the self-serving, yet ultimately decent Wells (Tony Burton), and, on the other side of the law, bad ass female protagonist Leigh (Laurie Zimmer), an unfortunate female employee whose smouldering attraction to a man like Wilson tells you all you need to know about her inner mettle and refusal to bow to convention.

Wilson : What do you want?

Starker : Do I have to want something?

Wilson : You’re a cop. You’re either curious about me, or you wanna give me some shit.

Starker : I don’t understand you, Wilson.

Wilson : Curious.

Leigh’s polar opposite comes in the form of the irrational, self-centred Julie (Nancy Kyes). Her immediate solution is to sacrifice the semi-catatonic Lawson (Martin West), whose vengeful act against the brutal murder of his picture perfect daughter led the gang to their precinct in the first place. Julie is quickly killed by a stray bullet for her show of cowardice, while Leigh gets busy with a firearm of her own, braving the legions of killers piling through the back door to free the temporarily incarcerated prisoners and barely flinching as she takes a bullet in the shoulder. Leigh does for women what Bishop does for the black community. They transcend society’s pigeonholing to become heroes against the odds. They call on a heroic spirit typically reserved for privileged white males as the violent retribution comes thick and fast.

Back in 1976, Assault on Precinct 13 was considered extremely graphic, especially the aforementioned murder of a child, which draws comparisons with another groundbreaking Western in Sam Peckinpah’s The Wild Bunch. Carpenter sketches a very real and relatable scene between Kathy and her father using very little, and the decision to use adorable Disney child star Kim Richards as his victim was inspired. The cute-as-a-button Kim is adorable yet perceptive during a rehearsed discussion with her father involving her grandmother, who she is tasked with convincing to relocate and move in with them following the death of her husband until the urge for an ice cream leads to an explosion of grue that could very well be mistaken for raspberry sauce. Kathy’s assassination is like a brutal fairy tale, dead-eyed in terms of execution, yet bathed in a white picket fence innocence. The contrast is breathtaking.

Carpenter’s graphic splurge did not escape the censoring exploits of the MPAA, who threatened to shackle the filmmaker’s rebel vision with the infamous “X” rating if the movie was edited with the scene intact. The onscreen killing of a child was rare, and remains so today, but the impact of such an image and its importance to such a thinly-sketched, low-budget movie cannot be denied. This proved something of a quandary for a filmmaker of Carpenter’s persuasion, but these were different times, and loopholes were there to be exploited, though Carpenter’s response wasn’t so much a loophole as it was an act of sheer, bald-faced audacity. On the advice of distributor CKK, the director would present the MPAA with a cut version in order to qualify for an “R” rating before simply distributing the uncut version, and it worked a treat. Boy, how times have changed!

Lt. Ethan Bishop : [shoves cop violently to one side] Get away from him!

[to Wilson]

Lt. Ethan Bishop : It would be a privilege if you’d walk outside with me.

Napoleon Wilson : [deadpan] I know it would.

Despite Assault on Precinct 13‘s once bloodthirsty reputation, the violence is ultimately peripheral. There may be an abundance of nameless faces lining up for the slaughter as the titular assault continues to grow, but the movie is very much character-driven, or, more precisely, driven by the various relationships and against-type paradigms contained within the sitting duck precinct that would prove the setting for one of Carpenter’s finest achievements. The relationship between Bishop and Wilson is the movie’s centrepiece. Stripped of all entitlement, Wilson doesn’t see a black man or even a cop when he looks at Bishop, he sees a fair man bound to the laws of common decency who will never jeopardise his integrity, the kind of person who has been absent from his life for as long as he can recall. He follows him not out of duty or rank, but on the basis of his intelligence and character in a difficult situation, on the fact that he would have handled things in much the same way if their roles had been reversed.

Similarly, Bishop doesn’t see a man who is undeserving of basic human rights, he sees a person capable of aiding their predicament, and because of their growing allegiance and the trust Bishop shows, his faith is repaid, as is Wilson’s, who for the first time in a long time is treated as an equal, something a man of Bishop’s racial persuasion can fully appreciate. By the end of the movie, the two men have developed a mutual respect, and we as an audience want nothing more than to see Wilson go free. Deep down, it seems that Bishop wants that too, a decision that is beyond his powers and beneath his integrity, but the two exit the precinct together as equals, the mauling cop rabble who attempt to handcuff Wilson shot down by their black superior in a dismissive manner usually reserved for the warden, a sentiment that allows Wilson to walk with the dignity of a free man one last time.

Like all of Carpenter’s finest works, Assault On Precinct 13 is a sparse production stripped of every last morsel of fat. It is simple yet devastatingly effective, underfunded yet astonishingly resourceful, and though the screenplay and characters are steeped in convention, what we end up with is a movie that is unorthodox on a number of levels, one which frames society through a rebel’s lens that is infinitely rewarding in the realms of cult cinema and beyond.




2 comments

  1. I think this film is awesome for all the reasons stated in this essay; an urban western for the free thinker containing upfront, honest characters. Hmm…between this film & “Halloween”, Carpenter got a lot of mileage from the young Richards sisters early in his career.

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