Steve Buscemi the director is nothing like the art-damaged auteur that Buscemi the actor played in 1995's Living in Oblivion. No dry ice and dwarves for the victim of the cinema's most celebrated woodchipper massacre, who as a filmmaker inhabits tight spaces and trapped lives. Give him an episode of The Sopranos such as the classic "Pine Barrens," and he emerges with an hour of goomba Beckett that shows all his strengthschiefly, a pleasure in working close with actors, embedding characters in locations and situations with few ways out, then watching them tunnel toward the light.
Interview, Buscemi's second feature as both director and star, takes about 20 minutes to restrict the world to a single room. Buscemi plays a shabby exwar correspondent with the fromage-scented name Pierre Peters, punished for some unnamed transgression by a demotion to celebrity puff pieces. Into the prearranged meeting spot flounces Katya (Sienna Miller), a prime-time soap diva whose (after-dark, indoor) shades fail to deflect Pierre's instant contempt. He sizes her up as a vacant Hilton, she coolly reads his career slide; obscenities are exchanged; interviewer and interviewee part early and gladlyonly to be reunited by a car crash when Katya's killer smile distracts Pierre's cabbie.
Either because Pierre is bleeding, or because shutterbugs are standing by, Katya whisks him up to her place. Would a hot starlet really usher this dweeby parasite up to her loft? Not without Tony Montana's stash of coke. (That's what publicists are for.) But Pierre has one advantage: the unquenchable fascination the famous have with the one person in the room who doesn't love them. Under the guise of extending the interview, he goads the liquored-up Katya into seducing him, then uses the can't-fail aphrodisiac of pretending she's not his type. She lets him think it's working, then cuts him off when he's aroused. With her Chihuahua-yap of a cell tone to mark the periods, the game is on.
Directed by Steve Buscemi
Sony Pictures Classics
Opens July 13, Lincoln Plaza and Sunshine Cinema
As director, Buscemi is confined by the unusual terms of the project. Interview is a remake of a 2003 drama by Dutch provocateur Theo van Gogh, who planned to remake this and two other of his features in English before he was murdered by an Islamic extremist in 2004. English-language remakes are generally a European filmmaker's surest ticket to obscuritypray that with the Naomi Wattsled Funny Games, Michael Haneke doesn't become this year's Ole Bornedalbut Buscemi has honored his intent anyway, retaining not only van Gogh's cinematographer, Thomas Kist, but also his shooting style of using three cameras to cover a scene simultaneously.
The result, though anchored mostly to a single set cleverly sectioned by hammocks, curtains, and a kitchen bar, is the least concrete and most artificial of Buscemi's films. But that's as much because of the situation as Buscemi and David Schechter's slippery script. Star profiles are essentially hostage negotiations, a bartering of self-respect for access: How little can the subject reveal and still make the interviewer think he has a scoop? Buscemi and Schechter heighten this head game, making the Pierre-Katya "interview" a transaction in which each party means to screw the other, literally and figuratively. The characters' whip-smart monologues, accusatory and confessional, lash both ways: Are they lying to themselves or each other, or just to us?
The three-camera system permits the same kind of fluidity that Robert Altman achieved in his stage-play adaptations, along with the same staginess. Though Buscemi's brisk direction literally moves the action around the apartment, you're always aware how he's keeping it movingthe blocky motions, the contrived leaps atop couches and counters. And yet, for these characters, there's no real life anymorejust a floating acting exercise that shifts from public (Miller nails feigned sincerity to the couple whose restaurant table she commandeers) to private.
Interview starts by playing on our pieties about "serious" journalists vs. celebrity airheads, but the actors keep our sympathiesand our repulsionshifting. On one viewing, Miller's portfolio-of-mood-swings performance seems overdeliberate: You can almost hear the voice in her head whisper, Now spontaneously climb on the counter and flex those legs, a beat before she does it. But for Katya, this is an acting exercise. And in light of the movie's closing twista parting nut-shot of Mametesque nastiness that reveals which player has been played all alongMiller's calculation looks like a subtle masterstroke. Buscemi the actor, always a whiz at playing schleps who resent the bust hand life's dealt them, whittles Pierre's vanity to a nub and then erases it altogether. The ending shows that the characters deserve each other. At the closest point to a moment of truth between these two practiced liars, Katya drops Pierre's camcorder, his lame Plan B for a busted tape recorder; it stares sideways into a TV screen, creating mirrored screens that recede into eternity with nothing inside. That brief shot is Interview in an image.
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