Sandy McLeod is an actor known for her role in Variety (1983), a film that immerses viewers in the vibrant yet gritty world of performance art and underground culture. Set against the backdrop of New York City, McLeod's performance adds depth to the exploration of identity and artistic expression during a transformative era in cinema. Her work in Variety exemplifies the raw energy of the 1980s indie film scene, making her a fitting presence in the SassyFlix catalog that celebrates cult and experimental cinema.
Variety
Christine (Sandy McLeod) takes a job selling tickets at a porno theater near Times Square. Instead of distancing herself from the dark and erotic nature of this milieu, she develops an obsession that begins to consume her life. Few films deal honestly with a female sexual pointof-view, controversial and highly personal, VARIETY does just this. Variety was shot on the super-cheap on the streets of midtown NYC in 1983, which is for a short while part of its not exactly charm but precise and evocative mood. This is a Times Square that most wont recognize since the clean-up in recent years; it’s dirty, loaded with porno theaters and video stores, and with some exceptions (like the Variety movie theater boss played by Luis Guzman) there’s no lack of sleazy males. In this movie the main character, Christine (Sandy McLeod) seems to be a fairly normal girl just looking for a job and finds one at Jose’s Variety theater at the ticket window. Little by little she becomes intrigued by the porno movies playing and by a mysterious gentlemen caller (Richard Davidson) who takes her out on a bum date to Yankee stadium, stranding her up as he just ‘goes away’ on some urgent matter. What follows is a series of scenes of her following him around- even going as far as to the Jersey shore where he does some mysterious “business” shaking hands with people outside of amusement parks- and little by little she sinks further into this porno-type of funk, like a misguided femme fatale sitting in her room and playing 45’s in sultry clothes and purple lighting. Some of this sounds interesting because it is – Bette Gordon has a point to make here on the feminine condition in an Urban setting, kind of like a Taxi Driver only replacing the guns with more of the porn, and there are some effective scenes early on showing McLeod surrounded by this creepy but intriguing setting. It’s very much a New York movie, made on the dirty streets, meant to capture that dingy side and to give some kind of naturalistic feeling of a strange woman in this environment. But its own mystery undercuts itself. Variety would work far better, maybe even be truly great, as a short film. At 100 minutes, for all of its little moments of pleasure (i.e. when Chrisitne imagines herself up on the screen in a room with the enigmatic criminal Louie) and John Lurie’s intoxicating jazz, it’s too long and too unfocused for what works well to really strike it home. Luis Guzman steals the show.
