Thursday, November 17, 2005

Film Is a Battleground #19 (Good Night, and Good Luck, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Confessions of a Dangerous Mind)

GOOD NIGHT, AND GOOD LUCK (in theaters)
CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY (on DVD)
CONFESSIONS OF A DANGEROUS MIND (on DVD)

GOOD NIGHT, AND GOOD LUCK (George Clooney, 2005)
*** (A must-see)

Despite being a docudrama in the full, compound sense of the word, GOOD NIGHT, AND GOOD LUCK demonstrates the same ability to transcend a dutiful representation of the facts as well as a love of filmmaking as Clooney’s fantasy-driven, Charlie Kaufman scripted debut, CONFESSIONS OF A DANGEROUS MIND. In addition to continuing to demonstrate a fondness for in-camera effects, Clooney makes frequent use of overlapping dialogue, in the manner pioneered by Altman in the ‘70s, to ground the film’s action in the camaraderie of work. Unlike M*A*S*H, however, the tossed-off, dark humor of the comrades in this film is neither anachronistic nor strenuously anarchic. The wit of the chatter always serves to underline the pleasure and reward of working hard with people one enjoys and respects at a task that has value and import. The outstanding ensemble of actors gathered for the film (that the cast members are largely over-qualified for their roles, coupled with their obvious pleasure in their work, provides a meta-textual example of one of the film’s theses): Clooney, Robert Downey, Jr., Patricia Clarkson, Frank Langella, Jeff Daniels, Ray Wise, Reed Diamond, Matt Ross, Alex Borstein, Rose Abdoo, and Tate Donovan all ably support David Strathairn’s commanding performance as Edward R. Murrow.

Though much has been made of the clear parallels Clooney and co-writer and producer Grant Heslov draw between the mainstream media’s passivity in the face of McCarthyism and the recent willingness to leave unexamined the various reasons articulated for first invading then occupying Iraq, the unabashed celebration of work is decidedly old-fashioned. Clooney and Heslov manage both to explicate lessons from the past which may be of value today and undermine any self-deluding notions of the exceptionalism of contemporary perfidy. Furthermore, Clooney and Heslov suggest that what we currently lack is not only a journalist of Murrow’s import and celebrity to question authority but also a demagogue as self-destructive as Senator McCarthy. It is not only those on the side of truth who draw lessons from the past.

CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY (Tim Burton, 2005)
** (Worth seeing)

Tim Burton is the most personal studio-financed, genre filmmaker to come along since DePalma. Though he lacks DePalma’s genius, Burton never fails to make the design and conception of his films compelling and emotionally immediate through a similar focus on artist surrogates alienated from establishment society.

DePalma places his surrogates in opposition to the corporate, political establishment whereas Burton (even in the weakly allegorical PLANET OF THE APES, the gently satirical MARS ATTACKS!, or when considering Christopher Walken’s evil magnate in BATMAN RETURNS) examines the limiting power of social and cultural pressures toward propriety.

At his best (in BATMAN RETURNS, SLEEPY HOLLOW, ED WOOD, and BIG FISH), a Burton hero, through experience, discovers a moral and intellectually satisfying synthesis between imagination and reason. CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY’s second-handedness (both from the book and the not very good 1971 film adaptation) keeps it from generating the power of Burton’s best films even though it demonstrates his talent for designing films felicitous to both the eye and the mind.

Most interestingly in the context of Burton’s body of work, is the addition of a backstory for Willie Wonka featuring a strict father who denies pleasure (candy) for rational reasons (healthy teeth and gums). This addition confirms Wonka rather than Charlie (whose nascent creativity and fascination with the older Wonka develops into a mentor-student relationship would fit with previous eponymous Burton heroes like Edward Scissorhands or Ed Wood) as Burton’s artist surrogate. The backstory also excuses/encourages a highly mannered performance from Johnny Depp.

Depp’s performance has drawn criticism, especially in comparison to Gene Wilder’s performance in the 1971 film, but the criticism primarily derives from considering Depp’s performance in terms of extratextual preconceptions rather than in the context of the film. It’s odd that Burton, who cast the fantastic Freddie Highmore who more than holds his own alongside Depp, Helena Bonham-Carter, Noah Taylor, and David Kelly, restores the original title while maintaining the earlier adaptation’s focus on Wonka (which made perfect sense considering the talent gulf between Wilder and that film’s Charlie).

Burton’s greatest achievement in this film is to maintain Dahl’s focus on the importance of adult authority figures (usually parents, sometimes parent surrogates) on a child’s development. Many of Dahl’s child protagonists must escape from the limitations adults wish to place on them. Charlie, in contrast, draws strength from a family that remains supportive and loving despite their poverty. Wonka, in the film, runs away from home, rejecting his childhood. He then reinvents himself to erase his past. In Burton, Depp, and screenwriter John August’s conception Wonka is as artificial a creation as his candies and it’s only after he reconciles with his own father that he transforms from a stultifying adult authority figure for Charlie into a mentor and collaborator.

Unfortunately, the film as a whole is a more mixed bag. As impressively staged as each child’s (and by proxy each parent’s) comeuppance and the resultant Oompa Loompa production numbers are, they fail to engage to the degree that Depp and Highmore do.

CONFESSIONS OF A DANGEROUS MIND (George Clooney, 2002)
*** (A must-see)

Like Julie Taymor’s FRIDA, CONFESSIONS OF A DANGEROUS MIND fuels its narrative by dramatizing its subject’s creative imagination. Unlike, Frida Kahlo, Chuck Barros didn’t use his imagination to create great art but it’s because Barris created TV game shows and wrote the bizarre “unauthorized biography” on which Charlie Kaufman bases his screenplay that we don’t hold him or his life in awe as we do Frida Kahlo’s. By chronicling a life far less significant than Frida Kahlo’s, Clooney and Kaufman create a far superior film.

It’s Kahlo’s greatness as an artist and the vitality and importance of her life that limit the audience’s response to Taymor’s film which functions as a celebration of its subject. Despite the obvious technical triumphs through which Taymor celebrates her subject’s life there’s little room for interpretation. Kahlo’s art (and Taymor’s) engages the viewer immediately, but Taymor’s celebration of the art strands the audience in a state of passive admiration.

It’s impossible to admire Barris. The best feeling he could hope to engender from an audience is empathy. Thus, the audience remains alienated from Barris, both the man and the character. Rather than celebrate what he did (which would be groundless), Clooney and Kaufman examine why the adult Barris, the multi-millionaire celebrity he’d always dreamed of becoming, wrote a fantastical mea culpa. Clooney and Kaufman demonstrate the maturity both to treat Barris’s cartoonish fantasies as cartoonish fantasies and to treat his need to create these fantasies seriously. In doing so, they are able to present both the absurd humor of the fantasies and the sorrow from which the fantasies spring. Their greatest triumph is in doing the latter. It’s in Rutger Hauer’s melancholy rumination on why assassins do what they do and the film’s final shot of the real Chuck Barris’s face breaking into a smile that the film fully elevates itself above its source material.

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Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Film Is a Battleground #8: Wonderful, Difficult (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Collateral)

ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND (on DVD)
COLLATERAL (in theaters)

ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND (Michel Gondry, 2004)
**** (Masterpiece)

Like most great popular art, ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND manages simultaneously to seem shockingly new and completely familiar. The imaginative expression of universal truths triggers an intense, instinctual and very personal reaction which renders criticism difficult. Am I examining the film or its impact upon me? Certainly this conundrum presents itself in varying degrees when analyzing any film though there’s little trouble dealing with films at the opposite end of the experiential spectrum. A certain cathartic joy lifts the spirit when attacking a repulsive film. Though it did not make the time spent watching the film worthwhile, the time spent delineating all that I objected to in AMERICAN BEAUTY, for example, helped purge the ugliness from my system.

What to do though, with a film one loves? The impulse toward protection does not always preclude argument. It’s tempting but unsatisfying to dismiss discussion because of claims one party “doesn’t get” the film. I understand that most people don’t get De Palma but I have little trouble identifying and articulating what they’re missing, what I see.

However, there are certain films, few in my experience, that exist primarily as a delicate emotional relationship between viewer and image and for which my passion overwhelms my understanding. Were you to offer a reasoned, coherent analysis of the aesthetic limitations of CQ or BOTTLE ROCKET or BEFORE SUNSET I would, despite my passionate appreciation of those films, struggle to provide a coherent defense of their virtues. Those films connect with me so deeply that not to love them seems incomprehensible. ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND is a similarly wonderful, difficult case.

I remember the joy I experienced watching BEING JOHN MALKOVICH transcend my expectations. I had hoped for little more than an especially watchable, if somewhat snarky, hipster comedy. Instead, I witnessed a metaphysical comedy unlike anything I’d previously seen.

Charlie Kaufman’s subsequent scripts revealed a writer unafraid of silly, absurd characters, situations, and incidents yet profoundly committed to considering the themes he broached (identity and morality in CONFESSIONS OF A DANGEROUS MIND, civilization in HUMAN NATURE, identity, art, and commerce in ADAPTATION).

After MALKOVICH, I rated HUMAN NATURE, Kaufman’s previous collaboration with Michel Gondry, as his best script. HUMAN NATURE contemplated the nature vs. civilization issue in a traditional, screwball structure. The film, with its refusal to presume correct answers existed for the questions it posed, lacked pretension. That understated quality, combined with Michel Gondry’s technical restraint (when compared to his music videos), must be the root cause for the film’s lack of impact with audiences and critics.

Gondry shows no such restraint in ETERNAL SUNSHINE. He maintains the technical inventiveness of his videos over the length of a feature. The difference lies in his source material. Though his videos are jaw-dropping, involving, and hypnotic to look at, the only thing you really think about is how he conceived of and achieved the effects.

Kaufman’s script for ETERNAL SUNSHINE, concerned both intellectually and emotionally with the universal human experiences of love, pain, and memory, allows Gondry to pair emotional immediacy with his technical inventiveness. The how-did-he-do-that wonder registers momentarily, before being emotionally transformed by the subjective experience of memory.

It’s the emotional power of this film that elevates the script above Kaufman’s previous work. At some point all his previous scripts became more involving on an intellectual, meta-textual level. ETERNAL SUNSHINE doesn’t sacrifice intelligent self-awareness to push emotional buttons. For the first time Kaufman successfully integrates the emotional and intellectual elements for an entire film.

Besides marking the best work of a gifted writer and director, ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND represents a simultaneous leap forward for both art and genre cinema. It owes ostensible debts to the strictures of both the science fiction and romantic comedy genres, but it’s a science fiction film like LA JETEE and ALPHAVILLE were science fiction films and it makes even the best recent romantic comedies with metaphysical concerns (GROUNDHOG DAY, BEFORE SUNRISE) seem relatively insignificant.

COLLATERAL (Michael Mann, 2004)
* (Has redeeming facet)

Michael Mann makes films about men (usually cops and criminals), the process of their work, and their relationship to their work: how process defines identity.

Tom Cruise plays characters that simply are something (spy, lawyer, pilot, bartender, pool player). His characters are not predisposed to contemplating the process of their behavior or their reasons for doing what they do.

COLLATERAL fails to reconcile the above dilemma.

The first film that Mann has directed without writing the screenplay, COLLATERAL contains individual scenes that connect with Mann’s oeuvre, but overall the film is minor stuff. Reminiscent of the Coen’s INTOLERABLE CRUELTY, the film seems less the work of a recognizably individual talent than an imitation thereof.

Despite being saddled with Cruise for most of the film, Jamie Foxx manages to give another fine performance. On the rare occasions when he gets a scene with another actor (the great Javier Bardem, or even the surprisingly good Jada Pinkett Smith) he briefly lights a spark within the film. Similarly, one wishes to see more of the cops played by Mark Ruffalo and Peter Berg.

But the film instead circles back on Cruise who is unable to carry the weight of Mann’s exploration of masculinity. That’s not slur on Mr. Cruise’s manhood. Rather, he fails to be recognizably human, thus rendering his methodical, relentless hitman more ludicrously stilted than chilling.

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