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Alexander Payne's About Schmidt, which opened the last New York Film Festival, is an impressively bleak comedy with intimations of social satire. Like Payne's previous Citizen Ruth and Election, it's essentially a character study set against the flat normality of the filmmaker's native Nebraska. Payne's dedication to fly-over country is the mark of his integrity. Indeed, in adapting the basic situation of Louis Begley's 1996 novelthe sixtysomething hero's wife dies as he is forced into retirement and his only child prepares to marry a man he dislikesthe filmmaker has made a fascinating transposition of the material.
Where Begley's Schmidt is an urbane and wealthy Harvard-educated New York lawyer, Payne's, played by Jack Nicholson as though it were his last testament, is an insular Omaha insurance executive. Schmidt's daughter Jeannie (Hope Davis) is not a vapid advertising executive but an unhappy shipping clerk, and rather than the Jewish son of two Manhattan shrinks, Jeannie's beau Randall (Dermot Mulroney) is a water-bed salesman with a mullet. The original Schmidt's genteel anti-Semitism is here a more free-floating parochial misanthropy. The novel's protagonist had a certain residual charm; the movie's suggests the R. Crumb character Whiteman, introduced in an empty office, mouth pursed and posture rigid as he sits waiting for the stroke of five to mark the end of his working life.
Directed by Lynne Ramsay
Written by Ramsay and Liana Dognini, from the novel by Alan Warner
Opens December 20
The retirement party for this failed Babbitt is the first of the movie's painfully comic ceremoniesnot least for the smug self-satisfaction with which Schmidt stiffly marches to the bar for a quick one. The future promises no golden sunset. Schmidt has purchased a huge Winnebago with which to travel in the company of Helen (June Squibb), the dowdy wife he has grown to loathe. Idly wondering about his social use value, Schmidt impetuously decides to contribute $22 a month to the welfare of an African foster child. His letters to six-year-old Ndugu not only serve a useful narrative purpose, they give voice to Schmidt's curdled Reaganite consciousnessa cliché-rich mix of inane pride, rote optimism, and genial condescension. That sensibility is effectively globalized when Helen suddenly drops dead. "Anger's OK," the reverend tells him at the funeral. "God can handle it if we're angry at him." Schmidt, who makes a lame attempt to get Jeannie to care for him, is scarcely more comforted when reminded by Randall that Helen was "a very special lady."
Two weeks later, Schmidt's house is messier than a pigsty and he takes to the road, looking for some sort of verity, en route to Jeannie's wedding in Denver. The resentful Jeannie discourages his early arrival. His childhood home, he discovers, is now a tire store. Schmidt's failure to make human contactexemplified by a grotesque gaffe in trailer park etiquette and a ludicrous attempt to communicate with Helen's spiritreaches its pinnacle when he finally arrives in Denver and meets Randall's mother, Roberta (Kathy Bates), who, in a hilarious gloss on the novel's prospective in-law, is a fount of touchy-feely aggression.
As in Citizen Ruth, Payne dramatizes the conflict between the modes of thought once defined as old-fashioned, Middle American Consciousness I and New Age Consciousness III. In addition to decoding Roberta's coarse psychobabble and intricate family ties, the uptight Schmidt is obliged to wrestle with a water bed, experience a hot tub, and learn far more than he would like about his hostess's sex life before retreating to the safety of his Winnebago fortress. (Ex-hippie that she is, Roberta does make it possible for Schmidt to attend a family dinner stoned on Percodan.) Throughout his travails, Nicholson is only mildly sarcastic. Or rather, his disdain is Schmidt'sa tight little smile born of obtuseness, isolation, and terror. As the star declines to signal his superiority to his character or ingratiate himself with the audience, so the movie resists sentimentalityeven as Schmidt's clueless internal monologue infuses an uninviting terrain of malls, chain restaurants, and historical monuments with hilarious pathos.
Payne is essentially a rhetorician. Like his previous films, About Schmidt is predicated on a familiarity with the American vernacular of ritual insincerity, stupefied testimonials, and mindless bromides. But here, the caricatures are more restrained. One may not realize how truly sad this movie is until the forlorn final moments, when Payne resists an inspirational closer, and, with exquisite tact, averts his eyes.
Nebraska must be a state of mind. Initially set in a small port in western Scotland, a desolate region that director Lynne Ramsay has compared to the American Midwest, Morvern Callar opens with the seasonal tableaux from hell. Abel Ferrara might gnash his teeth in envy at the spectacle of the movie's eponymous heroine (Samantha Morton) lying impassively on her cold kitchen floor next to her dead boyfrienda Christmas Eve suicideas the blinking lights of their tree are reflected in an oozing pool of blood.
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