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By Michael Musto
By Michael Musto
By Capt. James Van Thach told to Jonathan Wei
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Directed by MTV whiz Spike Jonze from Charlie Kaufman's highly original script, Being John Malkovich is the sort of prize head-scratcher that invites analogy-seekers to cast their nets wide. The most offbeat studio comedy since Rushmore, it drafts the brain-twisting conundrums of Jorge Luis Borges, the grotesque humor of Czech animator Jan Svankmajer, and the narrative extravagance of Celine and Julie Go Boating in the service of a pop, Warholian riff on celebritywhich is to say, this droll, uncanny, live-action puppet show is actually something new.
Being John Malkovich opens with a thrashing marionette doing a dance of despair. The protagonist, Craig Schwartz (John Cusack), is a lank-haired puppeteer prematurely gone to seed, sharing a dump with his wooden creatures as well as the menagerie belonging to his frumpy frau, Lotte (Cameron Diaz as you've never seen her). Domestic baggage made tangible, his dolls and her pets are the least of the movie's metaphors. Like their characters, the filmmakers are at play in the house of fiction; once Craig spots a rival showing his 60-foot-tall Emily Dickinson puppet on TV, it's clear this is a jape in which anything is possible.
Craig gets a suitably grubby job as a file clerk on the 7 1/2th floor of a midtown office building. (The cramped spaces occasion much crouching and many repeated jokes about low overhead.) Among his coworkers is a self-assured gal of mystery, Maxine (a fabulously sarcastic Catherine Keener). Craig doggedly pursues hermaking a Maxine puppet to talk tobut the movie truly goes through the looking glass when he discovers a little door behind a filing cabinet, opening on a slide that sends him zipping through time and space and...into the brain of John Malkovich (John Malkovich).
Craig first experiences Malkovich reading The Wall Street Journal over breakfastjust like a real celeb. Then, after the proverbial 15 minutes of fame, the puppeteer is ingloriously dumped out in Palookaville, somewhere by the New Jersey Turnpike. This brief experience of subjective Malko-vision offers a new twist to Bazin's myth of total cinema even as it deranges any sense of a psychologically coherent human subject. Craig shows both Maxine and Lotte the portal. Maxine sees it as a merchandisable thrill ride; Lotte, who inhabits Malkovich taking a shower, undergoes a personality change. "I was John Malkovich, I was John fucking Malkovich."
Fascinated by Malkovich's "vaginal" portal, Lotte thinks she might be a transsexual, particularly after she gets to be Malkovich during his dinner with the seductive Maxine, who is playing both sides of the equation. Keeneran actress whose presence has improved every movie she's been in from Johnny Suede to Your Friends and Neighborshere plays "beautiful." Malkovich may be the unlikely babe magnet, but caustic Maxine is the universal object of desire, leading to a romantic triangle in three dimensions. Maxine prefers Lotte to Craig but only when Lotte is inside Malkovich. (This creates a new language of trysts: "OK, I'll see you in Malkovich in one hour.")
Thanks partly to Maxine's inadvertent cry of passion ("Fuck me, Lotte!"), Malkovich comes to the post-Freudian realization that there's someone else inhabiting his brain. "Maybe she's using you to channel some dead lesbian lover," his pal Charlie Sheen (Charlie Sheen) sagely suggests. As Malkovich grows paranoid, the premise pretzels around, at one point allowing Malkovich the narcissistic pleasure of passing through his own portal and at another affording a chase through the Malkovich unconscious.
Kaufman has described the creation of his script in terms that recall those Buñuel and Dalí used to characterize the automatic writing of Un chien andalou. (And Jonze has, knowingly or not, followed the precedent of the seminal surrealist masterpiece by employing a surprisingly classical editing style.) But what obscure urge prompted John Malkovich to agree to make this movie? The premise could only work with an actor so peculiarthat is, with an actor so actorly. How does Malkovich "be" John Malkovich? The movie presents him as famous for being famous. (It's a running gag that, while everybody knows his face, hardly anyone remembers his movies.) There is, however, ample emphasis on his craft, as well as on the exhibitionism necessary to follow it.
The fantasy of ultimate fan invasion, Being John Malkovich initially suggests a parable of fame and desire. Later, it seems a metaphysical riff on immortality. But once "Malkovich" becomes Craig's puppet (and Malkovich starts to play Cusack), it's clear that Being John Malkovich is a movie about actingor rather, a movie about acting in reverse. This is a theme park for theorists. Where is the identification? Who inhabits which role?
From the new to the déjà vu: Bringing Out the Dead, directed by Martin Scorsese from Paul Schrader's adaptation of Joe Connelly's first-person novel, opens with its paramedic hero's brashly tormented voice-over, as he pilots his EMS vehicle through the rain-slicked, hooker-clogged, neon-reflective, night-scum mean streets of his old neighborhood while the director himself is heard as a hectoring dispatcher. Is this Being Travis Bickle?
Actually, Bringing Out the Dead is a sort of Pilgrim's Progress allegory in which angel of mercy Frank Pierce (Nicolas Cage) shuttles between the blasted nightmare of crack-crazed Hell's Kitchen and the gruesome "heaven" of the emergency-room madhouse at Our Lady of Mercy Hospital. While nothing here matches the cynicism of the ER-set musical ad Spike Jonze produced for Levi's jeans, Frank, who is given to high-flown musings (when not reading Shelley, Calvino, and Céline), has lost his faith. He's burned-out. He yearns to be fired, but his God-like boss won't let him go, so he drinks and rants and, in the course of this monstrous 56-hour shift, keeps running into Mary (Patricia Arquette), an ex-junkie whose brain-dead father is on life support.
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