Henry Fool and The Truman Show
Fresh Out of the Cannes and into Theaters
The films of Hal Hartley (Amateur, Trust, Surviving
Desire) have a distinctly mannered, theatrical feel to
them. They focus on ordinary people who suddenly find
themselves on a collision course with The Examined Life.
The real joy of Hartley's film is the vigorous existential
dialogue full of hope, honesty, and laughs. His latest
production, Henry Fool, was honored at this year's Cannes
Film Festival with the award for best screenplay.
The film revolves around Simon Grim (James Urbaniak),
a young garbage man, and Henry Fool (Thomas Jay Ryan), the
aggressive, bawdy intellectual who suddenly walks into
Simon's family and takes up residence in their basement.
Simon is a sort of cipher, often mistakenly thought
retarded, and Henry is a blustery Byron-wannabe. Henry is
finishing work on his literary "confession," a grand
exoneration of his own character. "I've been bad," Henry
says, "repeatedly."
Henry encourages Simon to learn to express himself
through writing, and Simon does so, writing a book-length
poem. Others begin to read the poem, and it becomes a
catalyst for miracles. Henry discovers envy, a mute girl
bursts out in song, and Fay, Simon's nymphomaniac sister
played by Parker Posey (The House of Yes, Dazed and
Confused), has her period a week and a half early. While
Simon labors over his poem and becomes a sudden celebrity,
Henry works just as hard at getting himself into trouble.
He makes love to Simon's mother, flirts with Fay, and
dodges his parole officer.
Like all of Hartley's films, Henry Fool has desperate
faith that people really can change. The film is full of
reversals, double-reversals, and redemption. Hartley's
final point, though, is that art, and artful living, is all
about sacrifice. One early scene has Simon, after a run-in
with a neighborhood thug, sitting on the floor of his
bathroom with a broken rib and a black eye. Henry has just
realized Simon's artistic potential and follows him into
the bathroom. Henry immediately forgets Simon's physical
condition and launches into a speech about the Poet's
altruistic duty, challenging Simon to quit his job and
dedicate himself solely to art. Finally, Simon looks up at
him and says, "It hurts to breathe." With passion in his
eyes, Henry replies, "Of course it does."
Henry Fool is certainly one of the more accessible
Hartley films, and it is interesting that this is what
seems to have excited the people at Cannes. Here we have a
story beginning with a good dose of trademark Hartley
dialogue and then backing off to rely on more basic, sparse
conversations and well-established character motivation.
The film, though, is plot-heavy and a little long, and the
audience begins to feel this after about ninety minutes.
Still, it all builds to a wonderful payoff with several
fascinating scenes consisting of strong visual sequences.
And, in fact, the film ends in a most unique way with an
entirely ambiguous image which the audience must interpret
for themselves, deciding exactly how well they know Henry
and just what happens to him in the end.
Jim Carrey in a Memorable Film?!
Jim Carrey is Truman Burbank, a man adopted at birth
by a corporation and raised in the world's largest
soundstage, the frighteningly perfect town of Seahaven.
Truman's entire world is constructed of props, actors, and
hidden cameras. It's all an elaborate television show,
which has been broadcasting 24 hours a day since Truman's
birth. Truman himself, however, suspects nothing and
believes he is living an ordinary life. As the film
begins, he is thirty years old, married, and selling
insurance for a living.
Over the years Christof, the television show's
producer, played by Ed Harris (The Rock, Apollo 13), has
had trouble keeping the illusion of Seahaven intact for
Truman. Morally outraged protestors from the outside world
have, from time to time, forced their way onto the
soundstage in hopes of freeing Truman. Still, for thirty
years, Christof has kept Truman from learning the truth.
Then one day a stage light falls out of the sky, crashing
into the street as Truman is leaving for work. Later he
sees his supposedly dead father dressed like a bum. Slowly
Truman realizes the truth and begins to look for the seams
that hold his world together.
On the surface, The Truman Show is a very fun film
packed with charm and character. Jim Carrey gives an
incredibly restrained and focused performance, and director
Peter Weir (Fearless, Dead Poets Society, Witness)
offers up the strong visuals and engaging atmosphere he is
known for. But beneath its surface, the film is something
a bit disturbing - an expression of a certain social
paranoia, which was also captured earlier this year in the
film Dark City. It is a paranoia of conspiracy, an almost
superstitious fear of Controlling Powers. In The Truman
Show, the enemy is network programming and marketing
strategy. In Dark City, it was aliens. (Anyone remember
the good old days when all we had to fear was the
government?) Still, this paranoia has roots at least as
far back as Milton's Paradise Lost, and if seen in a
certain light it may not appear entirely unhealthy.
Perhaps it is even something positive, a sort of cautious
sensibility, and we should be encouraged to see it in the
pop culture spotlight.
There is one element, though, of The Truman Show that
truly disappoints, and that is the ending. The story
builds steadily to an exhilarating and hilarious climax in
the middle of film with Truman realizing the truth about
Seahaven. Suddenly he begins to act unpredictably, and
Christof's actors scramble to control the situation. They
resort to ludicrous methods, their ridiculous artifice
becoming more and more obvious. It is this period of
direct confrontation between Truman and his captors that is
the high point of the film. Then, strangely, the camera
turns away from all that energy and steps back from Truman
to show us more of Christof, the typically bland Ed Harris
character. When Truman decides to escape in a sailboat,
the film suddenly becomes an abstract struggle between him
and Christof. The screenwriter, Andrew Niccol, paints Jim
Carrey over with a melodramatic brush, pushing the lonely,
tragic hero at us. (Placing this film side by side with
Gattaca, which Niccol wrote and directed, one wonders if
he has an obsession with Moby Dick.) Finally, all that
can be said of the film's ending is that it is adequate,
and in a film this good that makes it the story's weak
point.
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