Sad People in Love


by James Killough

As snarky as I tend to be in these pages, I do have a conscience.   I felt guilty about passing judgment on a film the other day without actually having seen it.  What I did was a bait-and-switch review, as Baker named it, by leading with how I would never want to see Beginners, but went to see Bridesmaids instead.  I said about Beginners, “It has chatty indie quirky feel-good Sundance Festival flick written all over it, which means I’m likely to hate it.”

I can't post yet another picture of Ewan McGregor. So I'll put in who I thought would have made a better lead in "Beginners." Michael Fassbender would have been perfect, too.

So I dragged my conscience-laden ass to the Arclight last night and, yeah, just as I thought, I pretty much hated Beginners.  If wanting to reach into my pocket, pull out my Blackberry and play World Series Poker for additional stimulus is an indication of how bored or annoyed I am, I stopped myself from reaching for it five times during the course of the film.

Having said that, if you enjoy chatty indie quirky feel-good Sundance Festival flicks, this is a decent one and you should see it.  I personally like my indie fare way darker and more inventive, and preferably in Chinese, or Romanian.  Not French, though. One thing I can’t bear more than a chatty indie quirky feel-good Sundance Festival flick is almost all contemporary French films.  As the French themselves would say, they are tiré par les cheveux, so far-fetched as to feel like your hair is being pulled.  And French farces?  Don’t get me started; dear God, just shoot me.  There should be a UN resolution that only English-speaking countries be allowed to make comedy.  Everyone else is either too depressed, or disgruntled, or just bat-shit crazy.

Won Kar Wai's "2046" isn't just about ordinary sadness. It's about melancholia seeped in beauty. That's an indie flick for ya.

I should be careful with this review because it’s pretty clear from watching Beginners and from chatting with friends and colleagues in LA that writer-director Mike Mills and I are about half a degree of separation from each other.  It is odd to see a movie in the evening that takes place in houses and streets that you’ve driven past during the day, or even trails in Elysian Park you hiked a few hours earlier with Tuttle, despite a worsening chest cold. (My Mustache Belly Wrinkle is being exceedingly stubborn.  I cannot rest, not even for a cold.  Must exercise.)

So, yes, it’s set in LA, specifically amidst the artsy hipster crowd around Silverlake and Echo Park, from where I am currently typing, the peace of the garden surrounding me shattered by a fucking leaf blower.  And this reminds me that this is the second review I’ve done this week of a film set in LA, the other one being about Mexican immigrants, the only ones licensed to use leaf blowers here, apparently.

Another really sad, but awesome film: Michael Haneke's "Caché." Very indie. Not chatty.

As someone who has been constantly beaten over the head throughout his career about depending too much on characterizations to carry a film, Beginners is a lesson as to why characterizations alone can’t shoulder the burden.  It is QUIRKY.  Everyone in it is quirky.  Even the fucking dog is quirky. They do quirky things with each other.  They fall in love in quirky ways.  It’s really annoying.  The roller-skating scene in particular is so annoying I felt like throwing my Diet Coke at the screen, except I’d already finished it, and it was the Arclight, the Cathedral of Our Lady of Great Projection and Comfy Seats, so respect is in order.

Because I saw it at the Arclight, I doubt that a bulb was off on the projector.  The film is just very poorly lit in places, deliberately so, like a five-year-old who thinks it’s really funny to keep switching off the lights.  In an interview with Mike Mills on NPR about making the film, he mentioned that the the Danish cinematographer, Kasper Tuxen, was just so “boyish,” bounding all over the set, and just generally doing things that, had it been my film set, I would have sacked him on the third day for.  Oh, and Kasper cried a lot, too.  There are some okay moments, such as when they are taking their quirky Franco-American, Truffautian walks in the park, but otherwise the photography was jarring.

"Brokeback Mountain" was sad, beautiful, indie, not chatty, great AND about the difficulties of living in the closet. Oh, and one of them is beaten to death for being gay, so there.

The editing is probably the most stand-out aspect, except it’s not really editing as much as it is compositing.  There are myriad quick cuts to graphics and historical/family album pictures, which are intended to jazz up the piece, but it’s the intercutting between the “present” (it’s set in 2003, which already feels like a very foreign country after what we’ve been through the past couple of years), the recent past, and the protagonist’s childhood in the 70s which is extremely fluid and graceful.

Mélanie Laurent as the girlfriend and Mary Page Keller as the mother are superlative; you can tell Mills likes working with women.  Indeed, women are much more fun to write for gay men, especially when the character is allowed to be flagrantly eccentric.  But McGregor has become a yawn incarnate, and not even one of those satisfying yawns, which make your ears pop and foretell how snuggly bedtime is going to feel.  He’s one of those yawns you don’t realize you’re making while you’re standing around waiting for something more important to happen.

Sadness pervades Beginners willfully, but it’s not a roaring, this-is-so-fucked-up-it’s-comical sadness like it is in Bridesmaids.  It’s a limp, self-important relentless snivel.  “Why aren’t you crying along with me, you heartless bitch?” this sadness whines.  It is the performance of the True Blues, and that’s just not cinematic for me.  If you don’t get that it’s about sadness, McGregor’s character is even designing the album cover for a group called The Sads, one of the many sub-threads running through this film.  When that came up, I felt like an usher had run into the theater and bonked me on the head with a wiffle bat marked SAD.

"Boys Don't Cry" was indie and super sad. Quite a bit of chat, though, but it was pertinent. I cried during the rape scene.

Indeed, the work McGregor’s character does for The Sads, who are his fellow creatives, isn’t appreciated and is dismissed; it’s a long, fold-out storybook about the history of sadness, and it’s as cute as a as series of clever greeting cards that you would buy at an interesting stationery store, but it misses the point and just isn’t an album cover.  I’d say that rejection is an allegory for the impact Beginners itself had on this fellow indie filmmaker and probably a few others, almost a self-fulfilling prophecy.

It should be mentioned that Beginners does touch on an important subject, which is the terror under which homosexuals lived prior to Stonewall, and the difference between them and the younger generation of today, who are almost fully integrated into American society, albeit only in safer urban environments.  I should not have been as dismissive in my earlier piece about how gross it is that man comes out at seventy-five.  That was puerile, and very faggy of me.  That is the worthiest part of the film, and Christopher Plummer does it justice.  I only wish it had been the main point of the piece, not the McGregor character, who made me feel like I’d eaten a bland reheated meal on a drizzly day in a suburban Scottish pub.

Comments: 8

  • James Tuttle July 1, 201111:05 pm

    Thank you for your thoughts, Killough. I briefly thought about seeing that film myself but will opt for “Bridesmaids,” if it’s still playing when I finally get my ass to the cinema. And thanks for the eye-opening hike in Elysian Park! It was yet another eye-opening look into L.A.’s Mexican culture. I wanted to say to the chubby guy in the baseball cap parked on the side of the road, “You know, there’s another lovely chubby guy in a baseball cap parked about 20 yards back that you really should meet.”

    • Pure Film Creative July 1, 201111:13 pm

      Scott definitely shouldn’t see it. I’d see Bridesmaids again. Yes, all of those chubby guys in baseball caps having sex in the bushes near the police academy. Sexy.

  • oldancestor July 2, 20118:03 pm

    Damn it, Killough, stop being my evil twin! I have a chest cold too. If we ever end up in the same place at the same time, one of us will vaporize. Probably me, since I’m shorter, and that’s always the tie breaker.

    I absolutely love how this poor film got two cranks of the engine here before a proper review was done. Now I definitely have to watch it so I can milk it further. Plus, I have a crush on Melanie Laurent. How can you not?

    Interesting note on the lighting. I thought it look like shit in the previews but I blamed it on a bad projector bulb. This was in a rinky dink theater near me that is known to have bad projector bulbs, so I am forgiven.

    I’ll also say that the album cover bit reminded me of something that happened in Godzilla Vs Gigan from 1971. Except the alum cover designer was a cartoonist, and the rock band was a cockroach alien. Other than that it was the same.

    • Pure Film Creative July 2, 20119:33 pm

      The lighting is deliberate, for sure, but it’s a mistake. From Mills’s comments on NPR, he didn’t know what he was doing on Thumbsucker, either: shot it on anamorphic so he couldn’t move the camera around too much. That’s when the director is the DP’s bitch. Who the fuck shoots on anamorphic except for a DP? What, you want to make an impression at the Camerimage Cinematography Festival in Poland? Want a sentence about it in Cahiers du Cinema? Ridiculous to hobble your freedom that way. Yeah, the album cover for The Sads is cartoon line drawings. The Sads themselves never say anything, but they are all different races, a bag of M&Ms. I’m so angry I wasn’t real about it and spent the same amount of money to see Transformers. Fucking guilt.

      • oldancestor July 3, 20118:20 pm

        That reminds me of a funny thing on the audio commentary track for How to Win Friends and Alienate People (who knew that film would come up twice in one day here?). The director said the DP came up and asked him what kind of lens he wanted to use for a certain shot and the director replied, “A glass one?”

        That would be me if I ever tried to direct a film, so I guess I shouldn’t laugh.

  • brad July 3, 20115:38 am

    I am in complete agreement about Beginners. I so despised the supermodel girlfriend that I came close to leaving. And why did they completely skip the best part of the story, which was the 3 years following Plummer coming out, and instead jump to his quirky dying process. Personally, I’d have preferred the entire film be about the mother and the father – Mary Page Keller is like the perfect blend of Lisa Rinna and Ellen Burstyn, and her 10 minutes on Mad Men made me a fan for life.

    Anyway, you totally called it – this film was a messy puddle of crocodile tears. Sad to unlike Ewan, though, but it has to happen.

    • Pure Film Creative July 3, 20119:39 am

      I think Mélanie Laurent herself was great. She had to do very stupid quirky things, right from the start, but she managed to make them as believable as possible, when it wasn’t believable at all that a girl like that with enough self-depricating humor to rise about those stupid quirky things would ever fall for a hard-boiled egg like McGregor, who has been an emperor with no clothes for some time now, incidentally, he’s just been hard to dismiss because he’s so cute and charming.

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