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Except for the fact that 'Lose Yourself' was one of the more deserving Oscar-winning songs of recent years, your theory is sound.
I'm wary of posting all this next bit after people have been chastised for not just linking, 'cos most of it's already on my blog, but I wrote it with this thread in mind, so here goes.
Interesting that this film has mostly polarised people, whereas it split me down the middle.
Things I liked:
- The soundtrack (just amazing, I'm not sure I've ever seen a film which blended original music with selections of existing music to such great effect - plus, shoegazing is hip now, who'd a thought?). Never has a certain kind of listless, hard-to-pinpoint angsty melancholy been better evoked.
- The cinematography.
- Bill Murray. Specifically, Murray's ability to convey being incredibly emotionally damaged with very little in the way of fanfare (highlights being two phonecalls: begging his agent to get him out of Japan, with his back to us, voice cracking; calling his wife drunkenly late at night after being out partying with Charlotte and friends, a really important scene because it tells you that he still genuinely loves/misses her, thus avoiding a standard lazy cliche of "poor adulterous male protagonist, he is stuck in a loveless marriage" which elsewhere threatened to emerge.
- I'm glad Coppola's acknowledged Wong Kar Wai in her Oscars acceptance speech, because I did find myself thinking "this film wants to be Chunking Express so badly" - but that's not necessarily a bad thing: more people need to start using music like that, for one thing.
- Something else I was reminded of: Bob's jetlag/insomnia/cultural displacement is almost identical to Laney's experience of Tokyo in William Gibson's Idoru. Don't know if that's conscious, but I'm always happy to be reminded of one of favourite stretches of writing in Gibson.
- The ending. Best bit of the film, and The Jesus & Mary Chain have never sounded better.
Things I disliked:
- The racism (in the debate about this, what both sides seem to have missed is the fact that the racism in LIT is omnipresent and inherent, but usually not overt, not protruding above the surface - in fact the only people who seem to have really got it are the ones who asked "so is any film about a couple of white people being all alienated and shit in Japan racist?" - because yes, of course it is, of course, very much so).
Okay, so that isn't phrased as well as I would like. Persephone from this very board summed it up much better elsewhere: I have this slight feeling that there's this fantasy of purity behind both absolving and condemning this movie for its racism. My reading of the movie is that it's about a feeling of dislocation that is exacerbated by the existent racism of the characters, which exists also in every person making and watching this movie.
That's what I was trying to get at. I wouldn't absolve or condemn the movie per se either, and remember that I'm using racism as a term in a much wider sense (alas to thread!) - it's not necessarily about hatred - and bear in mind that I'm a former English Lit student who digs Edward Said and Anthony Julius, in other words I do think it's possible that you can have an artistically valid piece of work that at the same time is deeply problematical on a sort of moral/political level... I don't expect purity, but I feel the need to comment when I see some people claiming it's there (cf the Barbelith thread on the film where more than one person has basically said there's nothing dodgy going on at all, which seems insane to me given "lip my stockings" etc).
- The cultural snobbery demonstrated by the sledgehammer cartoon paper tiger straw people who are Giovanni Photographer's friends - he makes hip-hop beats, stupid haha! (He should be into Elvis Costello instead, right Sofia?) I think Jack Fear nails exactly one of the things the film is doing when he talks about the idea of a good American cultural tradition (Costello, Roxy, Pretenders) versus a shallow incarnation of American culture, but unfortunately I just don't quite buy into it.
- This, coupled with the fact that I couldn't quite see what she's so miserable about, made me find Charlotte an unsympathetic character for large portions of the movie. At first I assumed she was meant to be alienated from the modern world in total, but when she gets together with her cool friends it's different - so she's really just a snob, right? When the Cameron Diaz diss character says she's checked in as Evelyn Waugh, crucially that character NEVER SAYS that Everlyn Waugh was female. Charlotte just assumes that - which could be a moment of subtle, telling, uncharacteristic criticism of her character, if the rest of the film wasn't so indulgent to her. And yes, rich pretty privileged young people are allowed to be angsty and stare out of hotel windows in their underwear, just don't expect me to care too much.
Coppola at certain points in the film really is saying "look at these stupid people, how terrible it is for sensitive alienated people like me and my characters to be surrounded by stupid people" - which I agree 100% is something everyone feels at one time another, but it's still kinda annoying. Basically I'm not sure it's a sentiment to wallow in, which the film is sometimes guilty of doing.
(NB: I have worried quite a lot over whether my sympathy for Bob and lack thereof for Charlotte reflects some deep-seated misogyny, but I think it's actually all about age. Bob strikes me as a somewhat ruined figure: he loves his kids but can't remember their birthday; he loves his wife but can't not cheat on her; he used to love his job but somewhere along the line ended up hating it. I'm not sure his life can be fixed. Whereas Charlotte's worries are that she doesn't know what to "do" with her life - she tried writing for a bit, but she's not sure if she's any good... *sigh*... she takes photos sometimes... y'know... it's just, like... what does it all mean? All very adolescent. I'm not sure I can explain why, but with Murray's performance I really got the feeling that if and when Bob's nasty, it's a pathetic defence against feeling confused and vulnerable - whereas Charlotte just seems spoilt. Maybe she does remind me a bit of someone I used to know, though, and that's influencing my take on the film... I still can't help wonder whether perhaps what Bob whispers to her at the end isn't "Get a job.")
- The opening shot. WTF? It's basically saying: "Do you like this arse? Well, do you?" Thanks to Todd for pointing out, however seriously or not, that this may be a reference to Bardot in Contempt... |
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