By Alan Scherstuhl
By Charles Taylor
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By Sam Weisberg
By Stephanie Zacharek
By Chuck Wilson
A spasm of annoyance convulsed the normally placid world of film crit last week. Yes, of course, bad boy Paul Verhoeven had released a new comedythe provocatively titled Hollow Man.
Having worked with Arnold Schwarzenegger, Michael Douglas, and (more than once) Joe Eszterhas, Verhoeven is the undisputed King of the Tinseltown Creeps; in the current issue of Film Comment, His Nastiness even cites Triumph of the Will as a guilty pleasure. This 62-year-old Dutchman has replaced Brian De Palma as the splashiest misanthrope in Hollywooda culture to which he held up a mirror in the camp classic Showgirls. Verhoeven's no candidate for the Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Awardsensitive people find the monstrous bugs in Starship Troopers more sympathetic (and less synthetic) than the film's humanoidsand Hollow Man will not blemish his record.
An uncredited remake of James Whale's 1934 Invisible Man, Hollow Man seems to take even more inspiration from the educational transparent plastic anatomy model known as the "Visible Man." Verhoeven, however, is interested not just in body but soul. Beneath the scientist's lab coat beats the heart of an insanely jealous and megalomaniacal power-mad rapist. Does it take one to know one? Hollow Manopens with a shot of a wriggling lab rat held up by its tail before the camera. The rodent is released and scampers away (still in close-up) only to be chomped to pieces by some slavering invisible thing. Never let it be said that this director declines to zap the audience to let them know where they stand.
Directed by Clint Eastwood
Written by Ken Kauffman and Howard Klausner
A Warner Bros. release
The Films of Jay Rosenblatt
Through August 15
Verhoeven is not ashamed to take his film's title personally. Hollow Manis gleefully confrontational in its ludicrous, pulpy tawdriness. Its mad scientist antihero, Sebastian Caine (Kevin Bacon), can drop his smirk only when it's time to lurk. Sebastian, introduced peeking through his venetian blinds to ogle the luscious babe in the neighboring apartment, heads up a government research team working on a top secret invisibility study. These geniuses have already produced an invisible gorillait soon gets loose, leaving Krell-like footprints all over their dungeonlike labbut the "reversion" serum is unstable. In the movie's most memorable special effect, the injected antidote snakes through the writhing creature's bloodstream, rendering it visible biostrata by biostrata, like successive overlays in an anatomy textbook.
Set largely in a claustrophobic medical facility where facetious banter is the coin of the realm, Hollow Man suggests a particularly grotesque hospital drama. As Sebastian is a supremely irritating and arrogant egocentric braggart, as well as an eyesore who dresses in electric blue shirts and iridescent purple ties, his team has every reason to want him to vanishnone more than his assistant and former girlfriend Linda (Elisabeth Shue), who straddles the team's resident pretty boy, Matthew (Josh Brolin), at every opportunity. (Verhoeven has never met a bad actor he couldn't use.) Sebastian's failure to fulfill this lusty lass is one of the movie's psychological underpinnings.
If you've read H.G. Wells's The Invisible Man or seen the Whale movie, you know that invisibility does not improve personality. Stripped of his appearance and freed from social restraint, Sebastian wants only to spy on, and play doctor with, the girls. The first thing the invisible scientist does is expose one female associate's breast; his next experiment is to follow another into the toilet. Once Sebastian is stuck in invisibility, his team represents his emptiness by covering his face with liquid latex goop to sculpt a cadaverous Kevin Bacon mask. The "hollow man" has lost his superego. He responds with a reign of terror that lasts for the rest of the moviepranking, raping, and killing.
Thanks to Sebastian's mischief (and the script's cynical plot twists), Hollow Man doesn't have too many dull patchesbut neither is there much subtext. Still, the movie trades well on a certain rank symmetry. The more disembodied Sebastian gets, the bloodier the action becomes. This vengeful invisible force devotes itself to turning everybody else inside out. Trust the rat to go for the cheese.
Speaking of body horror, there's no Hollywood iconnot even John Waynewho has ever had more fun with the specter of encroaching decrepitude than that still lean and spry septuagenarian, Clint Eastwood. In Space Cowboys, which Eastwood both produced and directed, the veteran star plays long-retired test pilot Frank Corvin, who contrives to blast himself into spacealong with his former team, Tank (James Garner, 72), Jerry (Donald Sutherland, 66), and Hawk (Tommy Lee Jones, a mere child of 54). The movie may not pack anything near the emotional punch of Unforgiven, but it's an entertainingly raffish action-comedy nonetheless.
A cockpit-shaking, wing-shearing, black-and-white prologue, set in 1958, establishes the team's cowboy derring-do as well as the ongoing rivalry between feisty Frank and hellcat Hawk. Indeed, Frank was supposed to be the first American in space until, he thinks, he was sandbagged by the irresponsible Hawk and replaced by a monkey. Dissolve to present-day America, where a crisis has arisen in NASAland because no one any longer understands the obsolete technology Frank used to power an old satellite that, for reasons not yet disclosed, requires urgent attention. Called upon to do his patriotic chore, Frank declines to teach the whippersnappers how to fix the thing, exploiting the situation to reunite his old buddies. Or, as one NASA flack puts it, "We've got three weeks to put four old farts in space."
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