Cannes, Competition: "Changeling," "Two Lovers"

Changeling

Clint Eastwood opens his 1920s-'30s set film Changeling with a period logo of its studio—here, Universal, with its silvery, Deco-esque depiction of a small plane circling the globe. The slight but noteworthy irony here is that this picture is nothing like a Universal production of that era—it is instead, very much like a Warner Brothers production of that era and beyond. (Eastwood just recently stopped hanging his producing hat at Warner's, alas.)

For Changeling rings the muckracking bells of the likes of I Am A Fugitive From A Chain Gang, and the devoted-mother high notes of Stella Dallas. Its old-fashionedness, or I should say respect for verities, goes hand-in-hand with a particularly Eastwood-esque directness. The result is not as perfect a film as Eastwood has made, but it's damn strong, both as a story and an exploration of the parent-child bond...and, as it happens, as a polemic. Because despite the fact that it deals with the corruption and venality of a past era, Changeling is at times a very angry picture; Eastwood's angriest, I think, since Unforgiven.

Changeling is based on the trus story of Christine Collins (Angelina Jolie), a single mom in Los Angeles whose young son is abducted while she's away at work. Five months later, Police Captain J.J. Jones (Jeffrey Donovan) stages a press event to celebrate the discovery and return of the boy. Only Collins insists—and the audience knows—that the boy she meets at the train station is not her son. Collins insists on this fact, and for her trouble winds up locked up in the psycho ward of a mental hospital (shades of The Snake Pit, admitedly not a Warner picture, but you can't have everything) that's largely just a disguised repository for any woman who pisses off the cops. Intercut with her jaw-dropping travails is the discovery by an initially sceptical good cop (Michael Kelly) of a child-murdering psycho who operated on a remote ranch and may well have killed Collins' real son. After a crusading preacher (John Malkovich) who's on a campaign against police corruption gets Collins sprung from the asylum, the film's storylines converge more closely, as Collins seeks justice for herself and tries to discern her beloved son's true fate.

Jolie's performance as Collins is one of her best in years; no doubt channelling some fierce maternal instinct but at the same time dialing things down quite a bit, she very nearly transcends her somewhat otherworldly physical appearance and embodies a classic heroine. As nemesis Jones, Donovan shows his teeth a little too fiercely; as a friend observed, people don't actually get up in the morning relishing the idea of how evil they're going to be, the way this guy does. Far more evocative of heinous soul-crushing bureaucracy at its most rotted is Denis O'Hare's slimy asylum head. Amy Ryan is her usual goods-delivering self as an inmate who hips Collins to the loony bin's secret purpose, and her exchanges with Jolie flesh out the film's powerful feminist sub-theme. I still haven't quite processed Jason Butler Harner's work as the genuinely deranged child-killer, but his final confrontations with Jolie do add up.

For once, Eastwood's musical score is a little inapt—the modal format and the instrumentation seem kind of anachronistic, and the music's not as sparely used as it's been in other recent works of his. But hell. The directorial mastery here culminates in a genuinely wrenching coda set in a police station, which brought real unashamed tears to my eyes.

Two Lovers

Speaking of films working on me....most of my U.S. colleagues here hated James Gray's new film even more than they did last year's booed-right-here We Own The Night, which I wasn't too crazy about myself. But I gotta give it up—as earnest and awkward as this loose rethink of Dostoevsky's "White Nights" can get, it frequently moved me. Perhaps it's something to do with my own past as a fall-hard guy for troubled, difficult women. Then again, a lot of my male colleagues not giving this movie any love have similar skeletons in their closet.

Or maybe it's just that one man's inclination to take a movie at its word is another man's credulousness. I was ready and willing to buy Joaquin Phoenix as Leonard, the troubled scion of Brighton Beach Russian Jews about to merge their dry cleaning business with a family of Cohens. Ready and willing to buy Vinessa Shaw as Sandra, the daughter of said Cohens. Ready and willing to buy Gwyneth Paltrow as Michelle, a shicksa goddess so thoroughly shicksa that she doesn't know what a dreidel looks like. Ready and willing to buy the idea that a prominent married lawyer, in today's Gawkerized metropolis, could take his mistress out to the opera on a regular basis and never get ratted on.

So yes, implausibilities abound, but maybe they're deliberate—they certainly are in the film's evocation of Manhattan as a sort of fairyland. Nevertheless, Phoenix works very hard to imbue Leonard with goofy, half-in, half-out-of-it charm and confusion and loneliness; Paltrow's Michelle, the kept woman who thoughtlessly injects herself into Leonard's life, is similarly complex, and Shaw's Sandra is warm, quietly sympathetic. And throughout, the picture hits little poetic notes that resonate with truly on the conditions of longing and loss; a shot of Paltrow approaching Phoenix from a shadowed alley way; the look that Leonard's mother (Isabella Rossellini) gives her son as she bids him a farewell he didn't know she was expecting; the sight of a leather glove almost getting drawn out to sea by the Coney Island tide. Turning away from the crime-steeped mileus of his previous features, Gray aims for a kind of deliberately ache-filled romanticism that no other filmmaker I can think of is particularly interested in today. Good for him, says I.

Comments

[Wayne]

"Two Lovers" isn't really on my radar, but I'm always in the mood for new Eastwood, especially given his recent hot streak. Great review. Looking forward to checking this one out.

[Mark J]

I always felt 'The Yards' was underrated. Looking forward to Gray's new film.

[shawn]

I think many of these bloggers and want a be film critics (JEFF WELLES!!!) are completely out to lunch. james gray is one of America's most interesting filmmakers. he's a writer/director with a forceful sense of visual/sound grammar. there are only a handful of such filmmakers in america (PTA most notable among them). "the yards" is a terrific film as is "we own the night." both films are dense and rich in terms of character and characterization as well as thoughtfully/meticulously/effectively crafted visually/sound. there are two sequences in "we own the night" that are truly visceral and terrifying (drug factory where the shit hits the fan and the car chase where duvall is killed). sequences that are not simply visual/sound spectacles but rather are crafted in a very precise way designed to achieve subjectivity and ultimately 1) furthers the story 2) conveys important notes/ideas about the characters 3) allows the audience to experience the film from a very particular point of view, etc. to quote a wonderful film "wonder boys" "writers make choices" well so do good filmmakers. gray makes a lot of choices. he weighs all the possibilities and advances with the seemingly best way of doing things. he has vision and perhaps more importantly he's not lazy and as a result his films are rich. in my judgment, it appears most of these so called critics know very little about moviemaking and in turn offer their unthoughtful insights at the expense of the filmmakers. look at a movie like 'iron man' for example. a lazily crafted movie in which the story is a mess/characters are one noted, in addition to it being visually unthoughtful, etc (favreau seems to be a nice guy, but let's face it, he didn;t make a great film probably because he 1) lacked the insight 2) was lazy about it) and yet it's praised because of an oddball casting choice. while gray's films are rejected on the grounds of it being emotionally/logistically dubious??? what about all the other wonderful qualities? man that's just offensive. hate to say this kenny but you're in fear of falling into the Wellesian uninformed film critic territory. pauline kael is turning over in her grave!

-shawn

[Mike De Luca]

Hey Shawn, for a guy who cites Pauline Kael, you seem unwilling or unable to enjoy "great trash", much less the best superhero picture since the original "Superman". And if you find Downey's harrowing evocation of a man reconciling his demons with an overpowering drive and good humor, to be a one-note characterization, then I suggest you retire to a less demanding blog. You anti-Ken Jones! "Wellesian uninformed critic territory"? Of all the pretentious drivel...

[Mike De Luca]

Sorry, Kent. Left out the "t".

[bbrown]

Lovelovelove James Gray. Good to know you liked "Two Lovers".

[Glenn Kenny]

Damn. Imagine if I HADN'T liked "Two Lovers."

For the record, Shawn, the sequences you cite from "We Own The Night" are greatly admired by this, um, critic. The film goes off the rails for me in the orgy of bad melodrama, sentimentality, and overwriting in the climax and coda.

[Neil Husband]

Some inelegant thoughts:

1. Never can understand the praise heaped upon Director Eastwood. I find his movies totally pedestrian, solid in a meat-and potatoes kind of way.

2. Amy Ryan is ten times the woman Angelina Jolie is and in a fairer world she would be the lead in The Changeling. I'm going to have a hard time buying Ms. Pitt as a 1920's mom when I know that underneath her blouse there are 15 tattoos, that she has a taste for Asian female flesh, and that she drank Billy Bob's blood. Actors don't get more contemporary than Jolie. But I guess that's why they call it acting, right? Whatever.

3. Joaquin Phoenix does not cut it as a Jew. Not now, not then, not never. Neither does Rosselini. I mean, it's insulting. Jews don't look like Joaquin.

4. James Gray has passed over from Underrated to Overrated in the blink of an eye.

5. I'm assuming that since Commandant Penn is the head of the Jury, that Eastwood will either walk away with Grand Prize.

[Dan]

@ Shawn

I look forward to a clear, cogent explanation as to just what "Iron Man" and James Gray have to do with each other.

Sarcasm aside, I'm pulling for Gray to become a better filmmaker; I really think he could become huge if he hits the right beat. He's got a good visual sense, and he works well with actors. He just needs a good script; what killed "The Yards" and "We Own the Night" for me was the uninspired writing.

[shawn]

i'm glad lots of readers are enthusiastic about iron man. i personally lost complete interest in the film about 20 minutes in. the plot gave up and downey's character seemed to have everything figured out. there is no struggle, nothing to speculate about, nothing to look forward to oh that's right aside from building this damn suit. he determines in the cave that he needs to clean up his act. also i can't believe paltrow and howard agreed to be in the film. pretty flat characters if you ask me. anyway, i dig the back and forth. i agree 'we own the night' went a little long and perhaps astray in it's epilogue but ultimately the film has many great qualities that far outweigh any concerns i have with the movie. i love the melodrama label. it's exactly what gray is after. probably not cool to bring pauline kael into a blog discussion you're right. just trying to make a point about the thoughtfulness of some critics.

to kenny:
i was just trying to make a point about how it's irresponsible to hammer a movie without thoughtful consideration. this whole notion of live bloggin makes me uncomfortable. i think if you're going to write a news/celebrity blog like jeff welles you should stay away from assaulting movies. or at-least preface your reviews with "i have bad taste and know nothing filmmaking but..." welles is clearly a mean spirited guy which is why i feel no discomfort in saying these things. i know you have an extensive, praised background in film criticism, ive been reading your reviews for years so i hope you won't fall into the above.

long live elvis mitchell.
-shawn

[oakling]

That reminds me of that movie with the woman on the plane whose kid disappears and nobody believes her... am I making that up? I swear this was almost already a movie. That one wasn't a true story as far as I know though, and that aspect of it certainly makes it a lot creepier and more interesting to me.

[Brian]

That still from Changeling is beautiful.

Looking forward to that movie so, so much.

[Dan]

Oakling, you're thinking of "Flightplan", and it was god-frickin'-awful.

[Joseph Tura]

'..as a friend observed, people don't actually get up in the morning relishing the idea of how evil they're going to be, the way this guy does.'

But how would he know?! Anyway Changeling appears to have amassed enough raves to qualify as another fine Eastwood pic which is good news. Can't wait to see it. Strange how Eastwood, nearing 80, is doing such consistently fine work while so many other American directors - particularly Scorsese - appear to be regressing what with hollow Oscar-baiting rubbish like The Aviator or the self-parody of The Departed.

[ligaya]

@ Neil Husband: "Asian female flesh" tells me enough about you to place your opinions where they belong - in a dustbin.

[Cal]

Regarding Joaquin Phoenix being an insulting choice to play a Jewish man, it was not specified in this review, but I have read elsewhere that he is adopted by Russian Jews.
Though your keen eye for who has enough 'Jew-ness' may be surprised to know that Phoenix actually is part Jewish...on his mother's side.

Anyhoo, love Phoenix, and have faith in James Gray to provide at the least, emotional, evocative pieces--something you can't say about many directors, so I'm looking forward to Two Lovers.

As for The Changeling, eh.....I fing Jolie exhausting.

[Cal]

Okay, I looked it up, apparantly 'fing' is not word--who knew?!?! I guess I meant 'find.'