I liked this film when
I first saw it on a transatlantic flight upon release, four years ago,
but watching it again I find it amazing this film was made. That
is not meant to sound bad, but the film has nothing new in terms of narrative
- an unruly pupil warrants close contact to his professor who is having
a very bad weekend in a very bad life - it is slow in movement with no
slap dash editing and no computer generated images in sight. This
is why Hollywood would die without directors like Curtis Hanson, who shows
us that you can still make an enthralling film if you have the right balance
of character acting and plot.
The start sees Professor
Grady Tripp (Michael Douglas), fretting over the upcoming weekend called
‘WordFest’ a literary event for young writers which brings his unbearable
editor, Terry Crabtree (Robert Downey Jr.), James Lear (Tobey Maguire)
a young student who is a talented but off-putting as well as having
his wife leave him and getting his boss, the university’s chancellor pregnant.
Tripp was a successful novelist once, but has not released anything in
seven years, prompting the arrival of Crabtree, who he respects as a friend
but hates as an editor; being jealous of other more prolific writers and
having a young female student be attracted to him.
This is a lot for any
on man to deal with but in Douglas’ great performance he breathes life
in every frame bringing great humility and experience to every scene he
appears in, which is pretty much every scene. Tripp is a flawed character,
who wants to make sure no-one else follows in his footsteps and finds it
important to recognise something special in anyone, hence the line, ‘She
had small shoulders like you’ to a girl he compares to Marilyn Monroe.
So many of the characters attempt to compare themselves to people who were
greater than themselves, they fail to see the misguided intentions, putting
someone onto a pedestal might result in unfilled potential.
But this use of flawed
characters, is an extension of Hanson’s work in that all the male characters
are flawed or bound by jealousy, greed, competition and sex (look at David
Strathairn in ‘The River Wild’ bound up as wife Meryl Streep saves the
day). Hanson backs off with the camera somewhat and allows the character’s
performance to take centre stage and this coming forward and nuturing of
the performance to grow in front of the camera means the audience get so
much more and the characters that could be hated end up gaining some empathy
due to the warmth of the actors; Downey Jr. could have made Crabtree a
bit of an asshole, which he is, but that smile is all the difference and
the scenes between Douglas and Downey Jr., help with the portrayal of the
character.
Hanson has one great shot
in the film about half an hour, Tripp goes outside the Chancellor’s house
to have a smoke and he spots James standing in the darkness at the bottom
of the garden, this POV of James a shadow lit by the greenhouse as snow
falls slowly down is quite beautiful, James then steps out of the shadows
and approaches Tripp. As he talks, the pale James is again lit by the greenhouse
and slow-motion snow. It conveys the stillness of the moment and
a director in control of this moment, it extends the narrative by giving
more about character than plot.
A winning adaptation of
Michael Chabon’s novel filled with great characters who tell the story
that is old-fashioned in concept but executed by a very professional cast
who have been given the freedom to deliver by a director who knows how
to get it. Wonderful.
Jamie
Garwood