Broadly speaking, there are two different categories of remake: those developed by a studio as a means to avoid taking risks on unproven material, and those driven by an individual filmmaker’s vision of how best to alter or update stories worthy of resuscitation. The former category doesn’t necessarily produce bad films; see the 2010 remake of The Crazies, a major improvement on George Romero’s creaky, plodding original. And the auteur approach can certainly lead to disaster, as anyone who sat through Gus Van Sant’s ill-advised Psycho can confirm. Martin Scorsese’s Cape Fear, however, is a prime example of a successful director-driven remake, honoring what made the original film interesting while expanding and enriching it according to the instincts of one of the world’s greatest filmmakers.

Cape Fear 1962 - Gregory Peck, Robert Mitchum

Cape Fear (1962)

The original Cape Fear is noteworthy for two reasons: Robert Mitchum’s iconic performance as terrifying psychopath Max Cady, and the shocking lack of censorship regarding the true nature of Cady’s crimes. In 1962 the walls of the Hays Office, which had presided over movie censorship since the ‘30s, were only beginning to crumble. Cape Fear marked a watershed moment for Hollywood; a few years earlier, it would have been impossible for a movie about a serial rapist and pedophile to exist without serious soft-pedaling, but this film is strikingly honest about Max Cady’s most despicable quality: he is a sexual predator of underage girls. In the movie (based on a novel by John D. MacDonald), Gregory Peck plays lawyer Sam Bowden, whose family is terrorized by an ex-con (Mitchum as Cady) against whom Bowden had testified in a rape trial. As the tension ratchets, it becomes clear that Cady’s intended victim is not really Bowden, but his 14-year-old daughter Nancy (Lori Martin). Thus the film’s primary point of suspense is the question of whether or not a man will sexually assault a 14-year-old. In one scene, Cady lewdly gawks at a swimsuit-clad Nancy at the pool, and remarks to Bowden that his daughter is “almost as juicy as your wife.” Can you believe this movie came out in 1962?

Mitchum’s performance is just as creepy, in an impressively different manner, as his other famed psycho stalker in The Night of the Hunter. Reframing his trademark affect of laconic, macho insouciance—tilting it a few degrees—Mitchum reveals the latent threat that was there all along. It’s an unmannered, unselfconscious performance of subtle and natural terror. To the extent that Cape Fear is remembered as a classic, Mitchum is primarily responsible for its endurance.

Despite the Psycho-esque strings of Bernard Herrmann’s anxious score, no one could have mistaken J. Lee Thompson’s workmanlike direction for the ambitious art of Alfred Hitchcock. Still, Thompson—aided greatly by cinematographer Sam Leavitt’s high-contrast black-and-white shadowplay—pulls off a neat suspense sequence or two, such as a scene in which wife Peggy (Polly Bergen), suspecting Cady has entered her home, moves through the darkness toward what seems to be the stalker’s distinctive hat—but turns out to be an ordinary hat merely hanging on a hook. After establishing the depths of Cady’s psychopathy, Thompson gets a lot of mileage out of the simple suggestion that he might be lurking somewhere, ready to attack at any moment. As a movie, Cape Fear is more efficient than great, but its depiction of perversity was astonishingly ahead of its time. It’s even possible to draw a straight line from Cape Fear to Sam Peckinpah’s brutal Straw Dogs. Peckinpah basically took the same scenario, deemphasized suspense, and instead focused on troubling questions (latent in Cape Fear’s text) about the relationship between masculinity and violence. And both films have now had their legacies altered by modern remakes, for better or worse.

Cape Fear (1991)

Cape Fear 1991 - Robert De Niro, Nick NolteAfter the biggest triumph of his career to that point in Goodfellas, Martin Scorsese presumably could have made any film he pleased. That he chose this pivotal moment to enter a relatively disreputable genre—a horror-thriller with origins in ‘50s pulp fiction—affirms his dedication to cinema in all its diverse forms. Working from a screenplay by Wesley Strick, Scorsese fleshes out the character relationships of the original film and allows the story more room to breathe and grow. In the 1962 version, protagonist Sam Bowden was underwritten, Peck’s performance stiff and disinterested. Here, Nick Nolte plays him as a bundle of nerves and insecurities, a frustrated victim not only of Max Cady but also of a societal system powerless to protect him. Robert De Niro’s interpretation of Cady is less subtle than Mitchum’s, particularly in the unhinged climax. It’s not one of De Niro’s most convincing performances, but it forms a fascinating funhouse mirror image of his previous trio of unstable Scorsese protagonists: Taxi Driver’s Travis Bickle, Raging Bull’s Jake LaMotta, and The King of Comedy’s Rupert Pupkin. Together, these four characters form a disturbing portrait of wounded, errant Boomer manhood.

More so than most remakes, Cape Fear ‘91 is in dialogue with its predecessor. Scorsese’s curious decision to recycle the original Bernard Herrmann score pays off handsomely, enhancing the heightened atmosphere and sensually linking the film not only to the 1962 version but to a bygone tradition of thrillers represented by Herrmann’s insistent, stabbing notes. The cameos from Mitchum, Peck, and Martin Balsam (whose casting as a cop in the original film itself seemed a nod to his appearance in Psycho) are little more than winks, but there’s something enjoyably perverse about seeing paragon of virtue Gregory Peck play a sleazy lawyer who helps Cady turn the tables on Bowden. The film is also in dialogue, I believe, with the films of Scorsese’s contemporary Brian De Palma. The stylized widescreen framing—this was Scorsese’s first film in the extra-wide aspect ratio—seems influenced by De Palma’s favored lensing style, and the disregard for realism feels like a liberty taken in response to De Palma’s career-long experiment in artifice. Admittedly, Scorsese would follow through on this heightened horror mode more fully and brilliantly in his (still largely unrecognized) masterpiece Shutter Island, but Cape Fear presents a thrilling opportunity to see a master filmmaker boldly bending and widening his style—and capitalizing on the not-quite-realized potential of an existing film property. In other words, it’s a remake done right.


  1. oscar

    March 3, 2013 at 4:17 pm

    Mitchum had many advantages. A long experience and a presence that filled whatever screen. He was huge like a walking wardrobe, walked like a stalking bear and his sleepy eyes gave him an air of lack of interest. He had photographic memory so he could deliver his sentences easier than other actors. Watching him as a cop was very interesting and the dialogue was funny watching De Niro with his tattoos: “Jesus, I don’t know whether to look at him or read him”.

    De Niro -with his idiotic smile and rage- has been making a copy of himself since I don’t recall when. Al Pacino goes towards the same direction overacting and shouting out of the blue whenever he wishes perhaps convincing himself he is Brando. Both actors became their self caricatures.

    This movie along with Heat in which De Niro and Pacino teamed together were the two last movies in which they perform well. That was about a reencarnation ago!


    • James dean

      May 15, 2020 at 8:01 pm

      Al pacino doesn’t over act u stupid a method acror pacino os pne of the best ever maube not better than Brando but not far behind. Michum and dinero both did a great job in these roles. Everyone over acts sometimes even me and im great just not famous yet. If anything dinero overacts more than pacino


  2. james

    May 1, 2014 at 7:10 am

    Totally agree oscar Mitchum was menacing, DeNiro was cartoonish, Pacino & De Niro have lost the plot, both used to be good but started chewing up the scenery when they gained public adulation. Mitchum & old timers like Peck worked with the director whilst adding their own unique persona, maybe at 53 I’m stuck in the past but I’ve never seen a remake that has ever surpassed the original


  3. Barry

    January 8, 2018 at 5:06 am

    De Niro to me has always been one dimensional while Mitchum is undoubtedly one of the all time greats. I totally agree that De Niro was cartoonish and way over the top, about as menacing a a cream puff. Mitchum on the other hand was terrifying in his portrayal of Cady and should have won an Oscar. The 1991 version is a big miss for me.


  4. judy hendry

    November 23, 2019 at 6:35 pm

    I agree. Less is more as the 1962 film shows. Pacino and Deniro turned their careers into caractures; a pity.
    Judy Hendry


    • Jim Dooley

      May 15, 2020 at 9:02 pm

      1991 was better – from beginning to end – Mitchum wasn’t half as scary as DeNiro – nobody could have been better than Juliette Lewis – and poor Ileana Douglas was great too – sorry but, 1991 was better than 1962 in every way.


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