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July 1999
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Furthermore, his
casting choices are stunning. Marie Richardson, who replaced
Jennifer Jason Leigh when Leigh couldn't return for re-shoots,
is the only actor who was a little tough. She is so tender in her scene
that it plays as comedy when perhaps that was not the intent. I would
love to see the JJL footage someday because her ferocity might have
turned the trick on a very tough scene for an actress to walk away from
with any dignity at all.
Which brings me to
Nicole Kidman. I'm not working in reverse order. I felt about her
performance kind of like I felt about Tom Hanks' performance in
Forrest Gump. An Academy Award nomination is a mortal lock. But
for her not to win the Oscar®, someone is going to have to come along
with a really amazing performance. The only thing that will stand in her
way is that she disappears through what seems like an hour of the film
which is all about Tom. But it is still a lead role and should be prized.
Really wonderful work.
There were also some
real stand-outs in supporting roles as well. Alan Cumming brings
a deep breath of humor and life to the film just when it needs it. Vinessa
Shaw, who may be the sweetest movie hooker since Elizabeth Shue
in Leaving Las Vegas (though her unusual beauty in this role, I
think plays into underlying themes by Kubrick). Leelee Sobieski
doesn't have much to do, but what she does is absolutely perfect, hitting
a really difficult note right on the head. And Rade Serbedzija
is glorious with the kind of spirit that made the late, great Oliver
Reed one of my favorites. You can't wait to see what this madman is
going to do next. And Sydney Pollack is damned near flawless in
the role he took over from Harvey Keitel. I don't want to get into
why I feel that he turned out to be a much better choice than the great
Keitel for this role, as not to spoil the shadings of his character. All
I'll say is that Pollack tells the truth differently than Keitel and his
nature is a better fit in my eyes. Now, see the movie and tell me why.
I don't mean to leave
out Tom Cruise. There's nothing wrong with his work here. He has
some great moments. But Cruise is an actor who thrives on being in action
and this role is all about reaction. It's one of the delicious anomalies
of this film, that his character's actions are active but passive and
his wife's actions are passive but active. Hard to explain exactly what
I mean without spoiling the movie, but it is fascinating. And that reminds
me to point out how small this film really is. It's three days in this
couple's life. It's a busy three days, but it's just a brief slice and
it is truly all about them. This is no epic. It's an intimate, painful
photograph of a bad, bad moment in a nine year marriage.
Is Eyes Wide Shut
the best film of 1999 to date? Not yet. Ask me in a few more viewings.
The Matrix probably still tops my list, but this one is already
working on my heart.
THE
UGLY: Some
of your reactions to this film certainly will be ugly. It is a tough film
and when I see it a third time this weekend, I'm sure I will see more
there. And when I see it an eighth time on tape or DVD, I'm sure I'll
find more there again. And the twenty-eighth time at 3:27 a.m. on cable
with a crying baby spitting up on my shoulder. There is lots of female
nudity here. There are lots of moments of quiet reflection that will try
the patience of some. There is a lot of artifice that will be hard for
some to take. And that's fine. No great artist satisfies everyone. If
the art doesn't slap you upside the head, it probably isn't that good.
I'm not going to tell you that Eyes Wide Shut is for everyone or
that it is Kubrick's definitive work. Even if it is, like every other
Kubrick film since A Clockwork Orange, it will need room to breathe
before it is so defined. This is the glorious exotic fruit of this summer.
More like Out of Sight than Saving Private Ryan. Take a
bite. Spit it out if you have to, but take a bite. (And after you see
the film, read that last sentence again and put it in context.)
THE
CHAT: You've
already had your shot at Seann William Scott and Shannon Elizabeth
from American Pie. All that's left of them are some transcripts.
(They should be up by Monday or Tuesday.) Next week, you'll get to chat
with the brothers who baked the American Pie as director and producer,
Chris and Paul Weitz. They'll be here next Thursday and
we hope to have the lovely and talented Mena Suvari on Tuesday
(how sweet it is to be loved by her).
READER
OF THE DAY:
JC continues the city love fest: "The city that definitely did
it for me was New Orleans. There's something about that place that I lust
for. As gross as it may sound, I immediately think of Bourbon Street when
I catch the unmistakable scent of puke and piss wafting up from the subway
stairwell near my home here in Chicago. When you're geezed out of your
gourd, you really don't care about that stank. I love the wrought-iron
balcony railings, the voodoo shops, the souvenir shops where you can purchase
t-shirts proclaiming "One Tequila Two Tequila Three Tequila FLOOR!" and
a stuffed alligator head -- wonderfully twisted one-stop shopping. There's
a certain mystical air to the Big Easy, where anything goes, you can eat
and drink to your heart's content and no one gives a damn. I went down
for Halloween two years ago (I would describe it as Mardi Gras Lite),
and my friends and I spent an afternoon in a daiquiri shop watching people
stroll down Bourbon, simply letting time pass us by. And then, Halloween
night was a spectacular display of friendliness and fantastic group costumes
(a group of folks done up as Oompa-Loompas and, perhaps in the most brilliant
stroke, four brothers and their father all dressed up as '70s Elvises,
complete with black pompadours and white polyester suits. Fabulous!) Whether
I could live there or not...I couldn't say. The humidity's a bitch."
E ME: I guess there's not a lot
to get you to write in about until you see the movie. I'm also looking
forward to your thoughts on The Muppets, The Croc and The Wood's
marriage mock.
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