Hardcore
- R
- Year:
- 1979
- 108 min
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FADE IN:
CREDITS:
Credits are played over Currier and Ives-like winter scenes
from life in Grand Rapids. It's Christmas morning.
-- Two well-bundled youths shovel out a suburban driveway
while their father scrapes ice off the family car.
-- Youths pelter a passing car with snowballs. Others, more
daring companions, grab onto the car's rear bumper and hitch
a free ride across the icy roads and past a sign which reads
"Grand Rapids City Limits."
-- Christmas decorations hang from the lamp posts on Monroe
Avenue.
-- Children, dressed in bright parkas, and breathing steam,
compare their Christmas presents: sleds, skis and a toboggan.
In the b.g., other children speed down Richmond Park Hill.
-- A woman's distant voice sings an old hymn:
"Precious memories, unseen angels,
Sent from somewhere to my soul,
How they linger ever near me,
And the sacred past unfolds.
Precious memories, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul,
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious sacred scenes unfold.
Precious father, loving mother,
And old home scenes of my childhood
In fond memories appear."
END CREDITS.
INT. VAN DORN HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY
Four generations of the Van Dorn family have gathered at the
family home.
A long kitchen leads to the dining area, then to the spacious
living room.
The house is perhaps one hundred years old; deeply varnished
woodwork and patterned yellow wallpaper section off the walls.
Apart from several recent tasteless acquisitions (an E-Z Boy
lounge chair to replace the old Queen Anne which broke two
Easters ago), the house remains furnished in the style of
the previous century. The old dining room table, which
Grandfather Van Dorn built because he was too cheap to buy
one, has now become a priceless antique.
The rooms are littered with religious calendars, Bibles and
plaster-of-Paris plaques bearing such sentiments as "As For
Me and My House, We Will Serve the Lord." The oak buffet is
laden with similar religious knickknacks and chintz. Framed,
tinted photographs of the family patriarchs are
indiscriminately mixed with newer snapshots of proud fathers
and high school graduates.
The house radiates a sense of continuity. Generations come
and go; the family remains. All of life's "old home scenes"
have been played out here: births, deaths, romances,
blasphemies, betrayals. And now the air is again alive with
the sounds of playing children, busy housewives and bickering
uncles.
The kitchen is crowded with mothers, daughters and aunts.
Each has brought a special dish. ANNE DE JONG (nee Van Dorn),
thirty-five, supervises the final preparations. One aunt
shows another snapshots of her new grandchild.
JAKE VAN DORN, forty, and his brother JOE, fifty, sit at the
table watching the kitchen activity.
The house echoes with small talk:
AUNT:
...He got accepted at Grand Valley,
but he'd rather go to Michigan...
NEPHEW #1
...Get that pink rot...
NEPHEW #2
...No way Uncle Joe talk me into
cutting celery again this summer.
Rather work in the car wash.
As the CAMERA TRACKS THROUGH the dining room, it passes a
cluster of men standing near the buffet. WES DE JONG and
JOHN VAN DORN, both about forty, casually discuss a
theological point with GRANDFATHER VAN DORN. Across the table,
a young boy, about eleven, listens with rapt awe.
These are men of the soil. Their faces are sun-blotched and
weather-beaten. Wes has rolled up the sleeves of his white
shirt; John has switched to a more comfortable plaid.
JOHN:
...I still say that if a man has
committed the unpardonable sin, he
knows he has.
Grandfather nods head approvingly.
WES:
I don't know about that, John. It
don't seem to account much for God's
grace.
JOHN:
What kind of grace do you mean,
universal or specific...?
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. BASEMENT - DAY
A long line of folding tables have been set up in the
basement. A mixed assortment of chairs can accommodate thirty
or more persons. A pre-teen daughter helps her mother place
dishes and silverware on the tablecloths. Evergreen branches
and red candles decorate the tables.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. DEN - DAY
Most of the teenagers have crowded into what was once called
the study, but is now the "television room." KRISTEN VAN
DORN, fourteen, and MARSHA DE JONG, fifteen, are scrunched
onto the sofa. Kristen has long blonde hair, a clean Dutch
complexion and an unaffected beauty. The girls' legs are
innocently wrapped around each other's.
JOE, forty-five, another of the Van Dorn brothers, and a
male cousin about nineteen, are also squeezed on the sofa.
Young children squat on the floor in front of them. All are
watching some inane Christmas variety show.
Joe, bored of this tripe, gets up and turns off the set. The
children wail in unison. "Aw, c'mon, Uncle Joe."
JOE:
I'm sick of watching this television
stuff. You know who makes it? All
the kids who couldn't get along here.
They go out to California and make
television. I didn't like 'em when
they were here, and I don't like 'em
out there.
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