Philip Kaufman and W.D. Richter’s 1978 film
Invasion of the Body Snatchers is a classic example of a moment in American cinema when a genre film could be as unique and tangible as the characters that inhabit it: real people thrust into fantasy situations and reacting as someone we know might, rather than superheroes behaving with the shallow,

The original 1956 version of the film, helmed by gifted action director Don Siegel, was weakened when the studio tacked on an incongruous prologue and epilogue. Without those, the film has a grim feeling of inescapable paranoia. Often read as an anti-communist screed, Siegel resisted specific political interpretations. He maintained that the film used broad strokes that could just as much encompass the McCarthy HUAC witch-hunts of the 1950’s as the specter of Communist infiltration itself. In short, the film is simply anti-conformist. The power of the best in science fiction has always been to state the fantastic literally in a way that suggests a world of metaphor. As our world changes so too do our political and philosophical readings of these films. This is why they stay fresh and relevant while specifically political films often become dated or the dogmatic views of their creators begin to show through. Our own apophenia creates new meanings for the fantastic in each new context in which it is placed.
Inspired by the Jack Finney book with nods to the Siegel version, Philip Kaufman’s updated
Invasion of the Body Snatchers
escalated the red-scare paranoia of the original film to a more potent and personal existential fear- The terror of loss of identity, a fear and mistrust of society as a whole, from governments, to cities, to the relationships between lovers, friends, and those we look to for comfort and guidance. The film is set in a post-Watergate culture of paranoia, and steeped in the self-help craze of 70’s San Francisco- a city of self proclaimed individualists desperately searching for equilibrium in a world where traditional values had been exposed as facades, or worse, as outright lies. Pauline Kael was noted for exalting the film as possibly the best of its kind, and as a genre movie it is certainly an iconoclastic standout.
In the film, health inspector Matthew Bennell (Donald Sutherland), his co-worker (Brooke Adams), and their married friends (Jeff Goldblum and the classically histrionic Veronica Cartwright) are part of a small group of San Franciscans who begin to dimly sense an encroaching invasion of alien doppelgangers, gradually replacing the cities’ inhabitants. As their nameless dread mounts, self-help guru Dr. Kibner (Leonard Nimoy) tries to assuage their fears and return them back to their routines, using a combination of EST-flavored psychobabble and clinically incredulous condescension. The film manages to build an air of paranoia with only minimal effects, through the use of vertigo inducing camera angles and unsettling visual cues. For instance, Robert Duvall dressed as a priest sitting silently on a playground swingset is a red herring in terms of advancing the plot, but as one of many images that steep the mood of the film towards hysteria and doom, it is intensely effective.
