Frederic Raphael’s Eyes Wide Open, his memoir of writing (you guessed it) EYES WIDE SHUT for Kubrick is a pretty enjoyable read, even if FR is a bit of a stuffed chemise. On meeting Kubrick he finds it hard to judge how intelligent the man is. This reminded me that John Fowles says the same thing about meeting William Wyler for the film THE COLLECTOR. Literary brains struggling to make sense of guys who think in pictures.
Anyway, at one point, as Freddie is struggling to believably update Arthur Schnitzler’s Traumnovelle orgy for the early twenty-first century (still the twentieth, I guess, as they wrote it), Kubrick suggests figuring out exactly who the people are attending this thing.
FR sends SK a document he’s written, purporting to be “an extract from a highly classified FBI report on an association which had begun among certain admirers of the late President Kennedy. These people were said mostly to be rich and hostile to the line taken by the Democratic Party once it had been captured by ‘hicks.’ The fraternity admired JFK’s impudent defiance of public morality, while appearing to conform to it, and adhered to a group whose habits were outwardly conformist and who, at the same time, practiced among themselves a completely hedonistic way of life.”
The document posits sumptuous orgies and diabolical methods of enforcing secrecy by this society, known as “The Free.” None of it’s very convincing, to me, anyway, but it does tie in with the world’s dark imaginings about Jeffrey Epstein and co.
Kubrick called Raphael immediately upon receipt of the document.
SK: Where’d you get this stuff?
FR: About The Free? Where do you think?
SK: This is Classified Material, how’d you get hold of it? I need you to tell me.
FR: You’re kidding.
SK: I don’t think so. Where’d you find this stuff? Did you hack into some FBI computer by chance or what?
FR: Hack in? Are you crazy? I can’t hack into my own work without help. You asked me to give you some background on Ziegler and company. I gave it.
SK: Freddie, I need you to tell me totally honestly where you got this stuff. This is potentially…
FR: Stanley, totally honestly I got it where I get everything: out of my head.
SK: You telling me you made this up? […] How did you do that?
FR: Making things up’s what I do for a living.
As Raphael tells Kubrick elsewhere in the book, “You’re so paranoid you make me feel perfectly normal.”
I like this idea of a paranoid Kubrick, however accurate or otherwise FR’s recollection of their conversations is. Makes me imagine Kubrick awakening one morning and asking himself, “Did I fake the moon landings?” Makes me think he might have enjoyed ROOM 237, even though his brother-in-law Jan Harlan thought it was all a load of rubbish.
The most paranoid Kubrick theory might suggest that he was murdered because EYES WIDE SHUT got too close to the truth, thanks to Raphael’s inadvertently accurate erotic imagination. Although I have also posited the notion, unseriously, that Kubrick faked his own death to escape the bad notices. (Only one outsider we know of saw him dead; he’s buried in the grounds of his house. Much easier to finagle than a lunar mission.)
I find EYES WIDE SHUT rather plodding, always a risk of the “closed narrative” where we follow one character about the whole time, and he’s in every scene. But I like that it’s a Christmas movie, and the Epstein case has given it a whole new lease of life. Though that may start to fade as there don’t seem to be many more horrifying revelations to come from the case, unless I’m speaking too soon.