Monthly Archives: July 2021

  • In the Heights

    Jon M Chu (2021)

    Lin-Manuel Miranda’s musical was first produced on the Broadway stage in 2008.  The Heights are Washington Heights in Upper Manhattan.  The residents are Latinos, most from a Dominican background.  The music, according to a piece on the BBC Global News website, ‘takes its cues from the diverse Latin community it represents, infusing hip-hop, salsa, merengue and soul music into the score and with lyrics about love, life, community and the American dream’.  Critically well received (95% fresh on Rotten Tomatoes from well over 300 reviews), In the Heights has so far disappointed at the box office.  Six weeks on from its North American release, the film has taken a little over $40m; Variety reckons it’ll need worldwide takings in the region of $200m to recoup its aggregate production and marketing budget.  (I don’t understand the arithmetic – those two budgets, according to Wikipedia, were $55m and $50m respectively.)

    Quiara Alegria Hudes’ screenplay (adapted from her book for the Broadway show) attests to the durability of venerable musical theatre and movie precepts – you’ve got to have a dream, there’s no place like home – though these are sometimes given a right-on twist.  The young protagonist, Usnavi (Anthony Ramos), runs a local bodega but wants to move to the Dominican Republic and reopen his late father’s beachside bar there.  Vanessa (Melissa Barrera), on whom Usnavi has an (at first) unrequited crush, has ambitions of becoming a high-end fashion designer in downtown New York.  Nina (Leslie Grace) is already a student at Stanford University.  An Ivy League education as a passport from the Heights to the good life is soon revealed as an assumption and a longing on the part of her father Kevin (Jimmy Smits) rather than of Nina herself.  She’s angry when he sells his taxi firm in order to pay her tuition fees and means to quit her studies until she learns that Usnavi’s teenage cousin Sonny (Gregory Diaz IV), who wants to go to college, can’t do so because he’s an undocumented immigrant.   Nina determines to return to Stanford with the aim of improving the life chances of kids like Sonny.  I wasn’t sure what course she’d be taking to make this happen.

    In contrast to the real demographics of Washington Heights, there are hardly any darker-skinned performers in evidence, hence the complaints of ‘colorism’ the film has sparked (and for which Lin-Manuel Miranda has publicly apologised).  Senior citizens are hardly less conspicuous by their absence.  There’s just Kevin and ‘Abuela’ Claudia (Olga Merediz, who also played the role on Broadway), the neighbourhood matriarch who raised Usnavi after his parents died.  He continues to be indebted to her.  After Claudia passes away (a big number), Usnavi discovers that she bought from the bodega a winning lottery ticket and left it to him.  He uses the jackpot to help Sonny become a properly accredited American citizen.

    The predominantly young cast works immensely hard.  Anthony Ramos, in particular, has charm as well as talent.  I felt guilty for wanting it to end but hi-energy, in-your-face In the Heights is exhausting, thanks to a combination of stunningly unnuanced direction from Jon M Chu (Crazy Rich Asians) and gruesome music.  The definition of the latter that I quoted above is presumably accurate.  If I had to describe it myself, I could only say rap to a Latin beat which, every so often, segues into power-ballad overkill.  The lyrics feature many cute, daft little rhymes.  I’m no fan of opera (grand or pop) but I wondered at the end if this overlong (143-minute) film might have been better sung through.   That way, at least the musical numbers wouldn’t be so salient.  As a result, they might not be so disappointing.

    A framing device has Usnavi sitting beside his beachside bar and telling his story to four children.  At the end, it’s revealed that he’s really still in the bodega – there being no place like home and Usnavi having eventually realised that home is Washington Heights.  One of the kids he’s talking to is his and Vanessa’s little daughter, Iris (Olivia Perez).  The actual coastline used as a background throughout these retrospective interludes is suddenly replaced by a seaside vista painted on the walls of the bodega.  This reveal may have worked well on stage.  On film, it seems a bit of a cheat, as well as a letdown.

    7 July 2021

  • Short Cuts

    Robert Altman (1993)

    The nine short stories and one poem by Raymond Carver from which Short Cuts derives were re-published in a special edition to coincide with the release of Robert Altman’s film in 1993.  In his introduction to the collection, Altman, who wrote the screenplay with Frank Barhydt, gives a clear explanation/ justification of how much he reworked the material, in consultation with Carver’s widow, Tess Gallagher.  Over the course of the film’s 188 minutes, I struggled to find changes for the better.  Unlike the writing that inspired it, Short Cuts is reductively misanthropic.

    It wouldn’t be surprising, given the nature of the source material, for a film-maker to introduce some kind of link between the components, if only in the form of a bridge between one story and the next.  Altman goes further.  Rather than telling each story in its entirety before moving on to another, he jumps about between them.  He thus abandons one of the potential major strengths of the short story (and an actual strength of the Carver pieces in question) – absorbing the reader, for the duration of the story, in its unique world.  Although I felt this as a loss, it isn’t, in itself, exceptionable:  an artist translating material from one medium to another isn’t obliged to replicate every quality specific to the original form.   Altman also has characters feature in more than one strand – as protagonists in their primary story, in supporting roles in the stories of others.  For example, in Carver’s ‘Will You Please Be Quiet, Please’, Ralph Wyman is a high-school teacher; in another story, ‘A Small Good Thing’, a young boy is knocked down by a car and seriously injured; Short Cuts turns Ralph into the hospital doctor treating the boy.

    Other Carver characters become neighbours or meet at social events in the film.  The short stories share a broad geographical setting, the Pacific Northwest.  Short Cuts takes place in what Altman’s aforementioned introduction describes as ‘untapped Los Angeles …, not Hollywood or Beverly Hills – but … American suburbia, the names you hear about on the freeway reports’.  These new connections seem designed to suggest, despite socio-economic differences, a cultural commonality across the several narrative threads – Nashville-­style – but if this is what Altman intended, he fails to achieve it.  The dramatic action is punctuated by music:  songs performed by a nightclub singer Tess Trainer (Annie Ross), cello playing by Tess’s daughter, Zoe (Lori Singer).  (Both characters are invented for the film.)  This device, which also calls to mind Nashville, serves mainly to expose the gulf in creativity between it and Short Cuts.  What’s most exasperating about the picture, however, isn’t so much the changes Altman and Frank Barhydt made but, having made them, the effect of what they then choose to retain from the Carver stories.  Here are a few, typical illustrations.

    In ‘Jerry and Molly and Sam’, family man Al is worried about the security of his job (with a weapons manufacturer) and uneasy about the extramarital affair that he’s having.  The barking of his kids’ pet dog, Suzy, gets on Al’s nerves; he decides to get rid of the animal without anyone knowing.  In Short Cuts, Al becomes Gene (Tim Robbins), a police officer, but the other basic details are the same.  Soon after driving out to countryside and leaving Suzy running loose in a field, Al has second thoughts, partly because of his children’s distress but mainly because the landscape where he ‘loses’ Suzy is the one he grew up in, and where he remembers happily playing with his own pet dog.  Al finds Suzy, who, when she sees him, wags her tail before heading off in another direction.  In contrast to this, there’s next to no rationale for Gene’s change of heart, beyond the fact that his wife Sherri (Madeleine Stowe) and their kids, after the dog has gone, make more noise than its barking did.  Gene, in his cop’s uniform, succeeds in retrieving the animal and gives the family who’d adopted it a threatening reprimand.  Altman thereby gets an amusing shot of a dog on a police motorcycle and demonstrates that Gene is a hypocritical ratbag.

    In ‘So Much Water Close to Home’, Claire Kane is a housewife and mother; her husband Stuart is one of four men who, on a weekend fishing trip, find, soon after arriving at the lake where they’ll fish, a young woman’s corpse.  They tie the body up and don’t report its discovery to the police until the end of the weekend.  Carver explores, through Claire’s reactions to the men’s startling order of priorities, her history of nervous illness and sexual anxieties.  Her distress at what has happened culminates in Claire’s embarking on an impulsive, long, solo drive to attend the funeral of the girl in the lake (who, by now, is known to have been murdered).  In the film, Claire (Anne Archer) doesn’t have a child and works as a children’s party clown.  There’s no background to her marriage to Stuart (Fred Ward) and little tension between them.  Even without this, Claire’s horror at what happened on the fishing trip is credible enough.  But by removing the context of her personal history and any sense of Claire as particularly vulnerable, Altman turns her visit to a funeral home to see the dead girl into nothing more than a melodramatic capper to the story.

    In ‘Will You Please Be Quiet, Please’, Marian Wyman, like her husband, is a high-school teacher.  They’re apparently satisfied with their jobs and with each other though Ralph is occasionally nagged by the memory of a party they went to a year or two back.  They both drank plenty; he saw Marian kiss another man and wonders, since he got too drunk to remember anything else about the evening, if she went further.  The jealous doubts that Ralph harbours about his wife come suddenly to the surface, with dramatic effects on their relationship.  In the film, Marian (Julianne Moore) is an artist.  Doctor Ralph (Matthew Modine) is irritated by her predilection for painting nudes, and this isn’t the only fly in the ointment.  The Wymans of Short Cuts are constantly sniping and seem to loathe each other’s company.  It’s mildly astonishing when Ralph starts up about the events of the party.  You don’t believe Altman’s version of him would have kept his worries to himself for a moment.  And Marian’s admission of the extent of her infidelity means little.  The couple’s marriage is already toxic.

    The Carver stories are full of fraught, fractious, frustrated partnerships but usually impart some idea of what the partners have, or might have had, in common to draw and keep them together.  Viewers of the film who’ve read and remember them may find themselves making use of the stories’ substance to enrich the screen retelling of them but this works only for a while.  Altman’s agenda is so wilfully diminishing of his characters that you soon get to feel indifferent to most of them and antipathy to the director’s approach – and this is a long film (half an hour longer than Nashville, though it feels twice the length) from which to disengage early.  Of course there’s interest in watching the high-powered cast at work – though some of this is now historical interest (Frances McDormand and Julianne Moore at early stages of their long screen careers).  Where a Carver character is largely an invention of the screenplay, Altman tends to rely on gifted performers to build up a slender role – Robert Downey Jr, for instance, who plays Bill Bush, a make-up artist specialising in facial injuries.  Bill uses his wife Honey (Lili Taylor) as a model.  One of the neater collisions of characters from different strands occurs when Honey and Stuart Kane’s fishing pal Gordon Johnson (Buck Henry) coincide at a Fotomat, pick up each other’s pictures by mistake, and are equally shocked – he by the images of Honey’s injured face, she by snaps of the dead body in the lake.

    Honey’s parents are Doreen and Earl, played by Lily Tomlin and Tom Waits respectively.  The latter’s casting has a glamorising effect, albeit in an offbeat way.  In Carver’s story ‘They’re Not Your Husband’, Earl is a blowhard slob; the Waits persona gives his abjectness a bohemian, raffish edge.  In the story, Earl is dismayed when he calls in at the fast-food place where Doreen works, and overhears two other men ridiculing ‘the ass on her’, as Doreen bends down to scoop ice cream for them.  Earl promptly orders Doreen to lose weight.  Even though she does so with impressive speed, the film’s compressed timeframe – everything appears to happen over the space of a few days (another Nashville echo) – doesn’t allow for that.  Yet the script still includes Earl’s scathing deprecation of the size of his wife’s backside, even though that makes no sense with Lily Tomlin playing Doreen.  Frances McDormand is Betty Weathers, policeman Gene’s mistress, though she’s cheating on him, as well as in the process of divorcing her husband, Stormy (Peter Gallagher).  In the most tedious of all the film’s episodes – and the competition is keen – Stormy invades the marital home while Betty’s out of town with her other man, and destroys everything in it.  This takes time, to put it mildly.

    For several reasons, the adaptation of ‘A Small Good Thing’ merits more extensive comment.  Its subject matter alone – the boy hit by a car falls into a coma and dies – makes this the most emotionally powerful of the Carver stories.  Interrupting its narrative as Altman does, weakens not only its grip but the sense, so strong in the original, of the child’s parents finding themselves in a nightmare that keeps getting worse.  (Their son picked himself up from the road unassisted and was conscious for some time after the accident; the hospital doctor gives repeated, though increasingly equivocal, assurances that all will be well.)  Even so, this element is still more involving by far than any other in Short Cuts:  you naturally hope against hope that little Casey Finnigan (Zane Cassidy) will pull through; his parents, Ann (Andie MacDowell) and Howard (Bruce Davison), are unusual in not being dislikeable.  The sequence in which the boy refuses help offered by the motorist who knocked him down – his mother has told Casey never to get into a stranger’s car – and makes his own, stunned way back home, a couple of streets away, is the film’s most memorable.

    The car driver is Doreen.  Lily Tomlin does well to express her distress at hitting Casey, both at the scene and when Doreen first gets back to her trailer home, but her remorse doesn’t last – an illustration of the shallowness of Altman’s working characters into different stories rather than of Doreen’s short memory.  Shortly before the accident, Ann has ordered a cake for her son’s birthday.  While he’s in hospital, the baker makes phone calls to the Finnigans’ home, with reminders about the order to be collected but without identifying himself.  In the story, the baker asks on the phone, ‘Have you forgotten about Scotty?’ (as Carver’s boy is called).  Carver is pushing it by making the repeated calls anonymous but you just about accept this, such is the momentum of Ann and Howard’s disorientation.  Altman retains the anonymity while making the calls much more unpleasant – with references to ‘that little bastard Casey’, and so on.

    The story concludes, on the page and on the screen, with Ann realising who the calls are from, and going with Howard to confront the baker.  In the Carver, once Ann and Howard explain their situation, the baker is mortified.  He says he works such anti-social hours that he’s forgotten the rudiments of social behaviour.  By way of apology, he bakes the couple cinnamon rolls and, as they eat, starts to talk about himself.  The food is the ‘small good thing’ (the baker’s words) that gives the story its title.  Even in their terrible circumstances, Ann and Howard find that eating and listening absorb their attention, and deflect their grief – ‘they did not think of leaving’.  The corresponding scene in the film is well played by the three actors concerned but the baker (Lyle Lovett) is given scarcely any opportunity to explain himself.  What’s more, Altman has previously included a shot of him making one of the calls, his face fixed in a malign grimace as if he’s determined to be nasty.  As a result, the baker’s change of heart comes across as a mechanical volte face.  The encounter doesn’t at all suggest that Ann and Howard are deriving a temporary consolation they don’t want to end.

    This strand of Short Cuts is also remarkable for a newly invented character that makes a strong impression.  But not a good one.  Some of the lines delivered by Howard’s father, Paul Finnigan (Jack Lemmon), echo those of another father and grandfather in the Carver poem ‘Lemonade’, but this elderly man is largely the creation of Altman and Frank Barhydt.  Paul, estranged from Howard for decades, turns up at the hospital where Casey is being treated, and regales his son with an account of how, when Howard was a child and also involved in a car accident, his mother went to her sister’s house and found her seducing Paul.  Bruce Davison does a beautiful job of listening to this monologue, registering Howard’s mute, baffled misery.  Jack Lemmon’s forceful, over-prepared acting is thoroughly incongruous in an Altman movie.  It’s hard to fathom what value the latter saw in adding the Paul ingredient, except that it further increases the tally of unhappy marital experiences in the film.

    It’s even harder to ignore how many female members of his cast Altman undresses.  Madeleine Stowe’s Sherri poses nude for Marian to paint.  Julianne Moore wears nothing from the waist down throughout the showdown argument between Marian and her (fully clothed) husband.  The unclothed body that Stuart et al discover in the lake might be thought enough naiad-ity for one film but Altman also has Zoe Trainer emerge naked from her mother’s house and  get into their swimming pool.  Zoe’s progress is shot through the glass of a window, which reinforces the composition’s peeping-tom quality.  This is not so much the male gaze as male ogling.  Altman seems to be on the same wavelength as the two men in the fast-food joint getting themselves repeated views of Doreen Piggot’s rear end.  (This kinship is made queasier by these two voyeurs being Gordon and Vern Miller (Huey Lewis), shortly before they join Stuart Kane for the fishing weekend.)

    Short Cuts begins with a line of helicopters over Los Angeles, spraying against a Medfly infestation.  It ends with an earthquake, in light of which television news reports a single fatality, killed by falling rocks.   We know better:  the young woman concerned (Deborah Falconer) has actually been beaten to death, moments before the quake begins, by the crazed Jerry Kaiser (Chris Penn).  We’ve watched Jerry’s mostly silent sexual frustration grow over the course of the film, as he listens to his wife Lois (Jennifer Jason Leigh) at work as a phone sex operator.  The implication of the TV news report is that the earthquake will allow Jerry to get away with murder but why should it?  His attack on the young woman is witnessed not only by his friend Bill Bush but also by the victim’s friend (Susie Cusack); why would she, at least, conceal the truth?  In his introduction to the Carver short stories, Robert Altman says that ‘Raymond Carver’s view of the world, and probably my own, may be termed dark by some.  We’re connected by similar attitudes about the arbitrary nature of luck in the scheme of things’.  The concealment of a killing that provides Short Cuts with its final flourish is characteristic of the film as a whole.  It illustrates, rather than arbitrariness, Altman stacking the deck to give a ‘dark’ account of human behaviour.

    4 July 2021

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