|
At the
Movies Four for fall
By JOSEPH CUNNEEN
Hollywoods attempts to amuse
audiences should encourage you to hurry to a well stocked video store. Most of
the new movies that offer something more promising are not apt to make it to
your local multiplex. One likely exception to that gloomy forecast is Ghost
World, Terry Zwigoffs offbeat picture of post-high school alienation,
which is getting extra media attention for bringing Daniel Clowes comic
book world to the screen. As Enid, Thora Birch, the sullen daughter of
American Beauty, delivers lots of zingers at the expense of the
conformity and consumerism of the surrounding culture as she spends her
post-graduation summer in diners and record stores with best friend Rebecca
(Scarlett Johnannson). Zwigoff wants us to remain sympathetic with Enid, but
its easy to tire of her four-letter invective and the occasional cruelty
of her withering contempt.
Enids search for authenticity may suggest a latter-day
Holden Caulfield as she shows impatience with her father, store clerks and even
Rebecca when the latter settles into a routine job. She is forced to attend a
remedial art class to qualify for her diploma, providing Ileana Douglas with
wonderfully comic routines as a teacher with pretentious interpretations of
everyones self-expression. Appropriately enough for a Clowes heroine,
Enid shows a talent for cartooning but ruins her chance for an art school
scholarship by including an old advertisement for Coons
Chicken in the class exhibit. This plot device boomerangs: Though Enid is
no racist and the movies intention is to mock the hypocrisy of political
correctness, Zwigoff and Clowes might better have looked for a target where
wounds have begun to heal.
Enids random encounters lead her to Seymour (Steve Buscemi),
an eccentric middle-aged record collector with a specialists knowledge of
popular culture and a deep sense of failure. His funny/sad declaration, I
cant relate to 99 percent of humanity, seems a recommendation to
Edith, who befriends him and tries to find him dates, but there is little
rapport between Seymour and the young women she locates. The complexities of
the Seymour/Enid relationship are at the heart of Ghost World: It
cannot provide a solution for either of them, but their interaction
gives the movie its nearest approximation to human emotion.
Ghost World wont please those looking for plot
resolutions and clear endings, but it outlines a zigzag record of a growing-up
process that is not without hope. Although Enid never comes to recognize her
own spoiled, middle-class status, by the end of the movie we sense that she has
grown up a little and can more easily recognize her underlying loneliness and
insecurity.
The Closet, a French farce by
François Weber, is also apt to get exposure in your neighborhood, since
his earlier La Cage aux Folles (later remade in Hollywood as
The Birdcage) was successful in the United States and could be
promoted as mildly naughty. In fact, the film is mostly interested in exposing
hypocrisy and homophobia and its well-paced story of a mousy accountant at a
condom factory who saves his job by pretending to be gay has lots of legitimate
laughs and first-rate comic performances.
François Pignon (Daniel Auteuil) is about to jump out the
window after being told he has been fired when Belone (Michel Aumont), who has
just moved into an adjoining apartment, successfully distracts him. Instead of
melodrama, we get a subtle, well-played comic scene between the two men. Belone
finds out François is upset about keeping up alimony payments for his
ex-wife Christine (Alexandra Vandernoot) and the lack of any relationship with
his teen-age son Franck (Stanislas Credillén). Instead of exaggerated
sympathy, Belone offers an up-to-date strategy, getting his distraught neighbor
to accept his offer to send doctored photos of François at a gay bar to
the latters office. The sanctimonious company president, worried about a
possible lawsuit based on sexual discrimination, recognizes that
Françoiss services are indispensable and issues a directive
against any form of homophobia.
The effect of the latter is observed principally in the
ludicrously painful efforts of Félix Santini (Gérard Depardieu),
a thuggish employee whose principal interest is soccer, to overcome his
instinctive bigotry. Félix tries to change his reputation by taking
François out to lunch (at which the two men have nothing to say to each
other) and even buys him a pink sweater. Some of the developments -- like
Félixs wife worrying that her husband has acquired a mistress, and
his son showing him respect after his homosexuality has been
publicized -- seem strained rather than funny. However, François
pained look as he rides a float in a gay pride parade, wearing a blown-up
condom on his head and lifting his hand gingerly to acknowledge the crowd, is a
wonderful moment because it is completely in character. His triumph helps him
shed his excessive timidity, and even leads to a ridiculous sex scene between
François and the head accountant, Mlle. Bertrand (Michèle
Laroque), who are observed in flagrante delicto by a visiting Japanese
delegation that is being shown around the condom factory.
The Closet compliments the audience by assuming it has
transcended longtime prejudices. The fact that the strategy for saving
Françoiss job was devised by Belone, an older gay man who had
himself lost his job 20 years earlier when his homosexuality became known gives
the movie an appropriately ironic flavor.
The Vertical Ray of the Sun,
by Vietnamese director Tran Anh Hung, may be harder to find, but is well worth
seeking out. It was the first time Id seen Hanoi used in a movie, and
Mark Lee Ping-Bin, who also photographed the recent In the Mood for
Love, makes delicate use of contrasting colors in the lush foliage that
frames the action. Those looking for political overtones will be disappointed,
since the movie concentrates on the muted emotional disturbances in the lives
of three sisters in a traditional middle-class family. Opening with the ritual
meal honoring their mother, who has recently died, and closing a month later on
the anniversary observance of their fathers death, it demonstrates the
close relationships among the sisters and gives a strong sense of family
continuity.
The two older sisters, Suong (Nguyen Nhu Quynh) and Khanh
(Lê Khanh), are in marriages whose strains are slowly revealed during the
film. Suong, who runs a restaurant where much of the action takes place, and
her moody, photographer-husband, Quoc (Chu Ngoc Hung), have grown apart in
recent years and both are strongly attracted to new partners. Khanh, who is
anxious to have a child, discovers she is pregnant just before her novelist
husband, Kien (Tran Manh Cuong) leaves on a mysterious trip to Saigon to
overcome writers block. The youngest, graceful, spontaneous Liên
(Tran Nu Yën-Khé), still lives with her brother Hai (Ngö Quang
Hai), an aspiring actor, in a cozy, sunny apartment. Probably the movies
most delightful visual images are of the improvisational Asian exercises with
which they begin their day, making full use of the furniture in their limited
quarters. Liên seems delighted to inform her brother that passers-by are
apt to take them for a couple, and for a few minutes one worries that the film
will develop an incest plot. Fortunately, Hai treats his sisters remarks
as an indication of growing-up pains and by the end of the movie the naive
young woman seems headed toward a conventional marriage with an architect.
If plotting seems attenuated, emotional development in The
Vertical Ray of the Sun is real and sustained. Its overall mood is
enhanced by the way it draws on both Western pop music, heard in the morning in
Liên and Hais apartment, and the haunting Vietnamese songs of
Tringh Cong Son. Like the director, the characters themselves are so restrained
that melodramatic possibilities are never allowed to explode. A number of
reviewers have understandably invoked the name of Chekhov in trying to capture
the films essential qualities. There is sadness in the lives of these
Vietnamese sisters, but we like and respect them, impressed with their
gentleness and capacity to survive.
Lumumba will probably not get
the distribution it deserves, but Haitian director Raoul Peck has made an
exciting and politically significant movie out of the short career of the
Congolese independence leader who was brutally hacked to death, murdered by
Belgian soldiers less than a year after he took office. Eric Ebouaney brings
dignity and excitement to the title role; the stirring idealism of his oratory
expresses his dream of a united country. Despite the directors
sympathies, the movie is far from a stiff propaganda piece, and Lumumba is
allowed to appear naive in believing that the deep divisions among the former
colonys leaders could easily be bridged after independence was declared.
The Belgians are the chief villains, eliminating Lumumba as a threat to the
wealthy diamond companies in Katanga, but western collusion, including that of
the United Nations and the United States, was virtually unanimous. The most
sanctimoniously pertinent line for American viewers is that of the U.S.
ambassador who intones, It is not the habit of my government to interfere
in the affairs of an independent nation.
Joseph Cunneen is NCRs regular movie reviewer. His
e-mail address is: SCUNN24219@aol.com
National Catholic Reporter, September 7,
2001
|
|