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At the
Movies Worldly-wise
By JOSEPH CUNNEEN
The Quiet American, Phillip
Noyces new version of Graham Greenes 1955 novel, was shelved for a
year because the atmosphere after Sept. 11 seemed unfavorable to a story that
cast doubt on the good intentions of U.S. foreign policy. The movie, given a
brief run in several cities this month so that Michael Caine might qualify for
as Oscar nomination as Best Actor, is worth seeing when it is released for
wider distribution in 2003.
Greenes work, which seems so cinematic while one reads it,
has not often been successful on the screen. Perhaps Caine deserves an Oscar
for suggesting so well what is usually understressed: the worldly-wise point of
view of the narrator. In this case the narrator is a British foreign
correspondent named Thomas Fowler, in Saigon to observe Frances struggle
to hold on in war-torn Vietnam. The movie eliminates many of the agnostic
reflections that Greene makes part of Fowlers inner voice, but Caine
captures the deeply disillusioned tone of that voice as he observes the naive
title character, Alden Pyle (Brendan Fraser), supposedly in Vietnam with a
medical aid mission.
The two men complement each other, with Pyles awkward
dancing and earnest sloganeering about democracy providing an effective
contrast to Fowlers use of opium and refusal to take sides. Oddly enough,
Pyle is soon calling Fowler his best friend, perhaps because the journalist
maintains his mannered calm even after Pyle announces that he wants to marry
Fowlers lovely mistress, Phuong (Do Thi Hai Yen).
As in the novel, the love-triangle is the least successful aspect
of the material, since Phuong is too much an object of male fantasy, lighting
Fowlers opium pipe and seemingly available to anyone who will offer her
the security of marriage. Much better is the gradual exposure of Pyles
intentions to impose American domination of the area through support of a
third force between communism and colonialism. Greenes
critique of American policy may be even more relevant today than in 1955, but
what makes The Quiet American work is the even-handedness with
which Pyles good intentions are balanced by Fowlers
near-despair as he is forced to make an honest appraisal of his life as old age
approaches.
The cinematic event of the season is
Aleksandr Sokurovs extraordinarily beautiful Russian Ark, filmed
in high-definition video in one uninterrupted take in the Hermitage museum of
St. Petersburg. To explain this technical achievement, the longest
uninterrupted shot in the history of film, would require a long, complicated
article. Audiences will notice a rejection of montage, and feel an elation as
they glide effortlessly from room to room while 867 well-rehearsed actors, plus
hundreds of extras and three live orchestras, perform on cue. To the director,
technique was a tool to live a specific amount of time in a single
breath, as well as a way to pay tribute to the Hermitage as the ark of
Russian history and culture.
The action takes place in the time of Peter the Great and
Catherine the Great, of Nicholas I and Nicholas II. The narrator is a
contemporary director, invisible to everyone around him, who meets a
supercilious 19th century French marquis (Sergei Dreiden) in the Hermitage.
Together they share a time-traveling journey beginning in the 18th century,
meeting the present director of the museum, Mikhail Piotrovsky, and wandering
into an outside workshop to hear an account of 20th century horrors. The
marquis, a diplomat who had visited Russia before, has a complex love-hate
relationship with the country; he and the unseen director argue passionately
about the art around them, the former contending that Russian art is imitative
rather than truly European, and that only Germans can compose good music.
Passing through the salons and corridors of the Winter Palace they
witness astonishing scenes: Peter the Great thrashes his general with a whip;
Catherine rushes to find a place to relieve herself during a rehearsal of her
own play; the grandson of the Persian shah arrives to apologize for the murder
of Russian diplomats in Teheran, and hundreds of courtiers dance the mazurka at
the final royal ball in 1913. Elegance, pessimism and humor permeate these
images of the past; those who know Russian history, of course, will profit more
than the rest of us from the marquis ironic comments. Somehow, despite
all the inadequacies of the pre-Revolutionary period, Ark seems to
dance before us, conveying an exuberant sense of vitality. As its doors are
closing, the marquis refuses to leave; Theres nowhere to go,
he declares, Ill stay.
Sokurov insists that film and video represent another
life; like his mentor Andrei Tarkovsky (Andrei Rublev), he is
known for his austerity and constant preoccupation with the relationship
between body and soul. In Mother and Son (1993), as the son cares
for the dying parent, a butterfly clings to her hand. Sokurovs work is
demanding, meditative. His 1998 Vatican Third Millennium prize
for the development of humanistic ideas in cinematic art seems well
justified.
The advance hype among sophisticates
for Spike Jonzes Adaptation was so strong that I was, perhaps
inevitably, disappointed. In a clever follow-up to Being John
Malkovich, Jonze again draws on a scenario by Charlie Kaufman (Nicolas
Cage), but this time Kaufman writes himself into the script as someone with a
high-anxiety writers block. No wonder: being ordered off the
Malkovich set produces a flashback to the beginning of life on
earth, followed by an assignment to adapt Susan Orleans best-selling
book, The Orchid Thief. The problem is that Kaufman, a passionate
admirer of the book, immediately swears he will avoid all commercial
exploitation of the material, but hasnt got a clue how to proceed.
Adaptation combines Kaufmans mammoth insecurity
with the story of John Laroche (Chris Cooper), the title character of
Orleans book, who turns out to be an outspoken redneck with a few teeth
blacked out. Orlean (Meryl Streep) had run him down in Florida after reading of
his arrest for stealing orchids from protected swampland. In the movie their
relationship blossoms as Laroche explains Darwin and makes her believe that his
search for a ghost orchid is an expression of his passion for the
beautiful.
Cages paranoia about his screenplay is an amusing contrast
with his usually confident screen persona, and things get worse when his
near-illiterate twin brother Donald (also played by Cage), moves in with him.
The boorishly cheerful Donald quickly concocts a formulaic Hollywood thriller
after taking Robert McKees well-known screenwriting course. Overwhelmed
both by his writing problem and his excessive timidity with women, Charlie then
takes McKees course himself, and the movie ends with a mélange of
drugs, car chases, and murder, simultaneously presenting and satirizing its
material.
Cage and Streep get legitimate laughs, one by exaggerated antics,
the other by remaining poised while saying or doing ridiculous things. Chris
Cooper is best as a garrulous naif who wants to know why he cant play
himself in the movie version of The Orchid Thief. At the end, viewers
may wonder if Jonze and Kaufman havent been too interested in
intertextuality for their own good; they convince us that they see through the
formulas, but dont really know how to resolve their story.
Blackboards, directed by
20-year-old Samira Makhmalbaf and shot in the Kurdish area of Iran, wont
get the distribution it deserves. Despite some repetitions and narrative
awkwardness, it includes more emotionally powerful moments than any other
recent movie, beginning with a shot of men struggling up a mountain path,
blackboards strapped to their backs. They are teachers in a search for
students; we follow two of them who break off from the others.
Reeboir (Bahman Ghobadi) meets a group of boys bowed down with
contraband they are taking across the Iraq-Iran border; they say they have no
time to learn. Nevertheless Reeboir becomes friends with one of the boys and
teaches him to write his name. Meanwhile Said (Said Mohamadi) finds a band of
old men, along with a young widow and her child, who are anxious to return to
their village after the Iraqi regime used chemical weapons against them.
The area is desolate and beautiful; helicopters overhead also make
it dangerous. Conversation is as minimalist as the lives these people endure,
but they take care of each other, and the directness of their exchanges is
often amusing. A sick old man who has great difficulty urinating provides a
moments humor without losing his dignity. A boy chasing a rabbit becomes
an adventure, while the elderly show a sense of reverence. The old man who
accompanies his widowed daughter, Halaleh (Behnaz Jafari), thinks he will only
know peace if she is married before he dies. Eventually a marriage is arranged,
even though Said has nothing to offer but his blackboard. He writes, I
love you on it and tries unsuccessfully to get Halaleh to repeat the
words, but when they reach the border, he does not want to cross. The couple is
then officially declared divorced, and Said has to give up the blackboard.
There is no need to strain for allegorical interpretation to
appreciate this non- sentimental but surprisingly moving picture of everyday
humanity subjected to the inhumanity of war. Blackboards won the
Grand Jury Prize at Cannes in 2000.
Joseph Cunneen is NCRs regular movie
reviewer. His email address is Scunn24219@aol.com
National Catholic Reporter, December 20,
2002
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