The King (2005) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
The King is one of the most profoundly twisted and depressing films I've ever seen. Gael Garcia Bernal plays a young man named Elvis, the son of a Mexican prostitute and a Southern white man who never acknowledged his paternity. When we first see him, Elvis is being released from the navy. He stops at a brothel during the opening credits, and then heads "home" to meet the father (William Hurt) he has never met before. Elvis introduces himself to dad, who has now repented of the misspent youth which spawned the lad, and has become a Baptist preacher with an upstanding life and a close family. The father essentially tells his son to kiss off. Not a good move, for Elvis seems to be a modern day Iago, capable of scheming truly evil schemes. Elvis proceeds to execute a twisted and calculating "revenge" plan. (I guess it is revenge for dad's slights or imagined slights against himself and his mother, but his motivation is never really that clear.) He seduces and impregnates his virginal and sensitive half-sister without telling her about their blood connection, then knifes his half-brother to death in secret, all the while slowly ingratiating himself with his father. That only reflects the beginning of Elvis's machinations. He has far more evil in store for the family before the movie will end. In essence, Elvis turns out to be not Iago, but Satan himself, taunting and testing the Christians as he did to their founder in the desert long ago, measuring the sincerity of their commitment to Christian forgiveness. I'm really not sure what this film is supposed to be. Is it an arty horror film about a twisted sociopath, ala Psycho? Is is some kind of morality play in the tradition of the Greek tragedies? Or is it a pitch-black comedy which attacks the hypocrisy of Christian values? I'm just not sure. One critic described it as a morality play without the morals, and that seems accurate to me. Variety called it "pointless" and "unjustifiably ugly," and I echo those sentiments as well. It's an unpleasant experience. Whatever the film's takeaway is supposed to be, and no matter how great the intrinsic value of the direction and acting, the plain fact of the matter is that this film has almost no audience. It doesn't have the over-the-top guilty pleasures necessary to please the horror film buffs, and it doesn't have enough focus or a strong enough point to please the arthouse drama crowd. It is an exasperating and profoundly non-commercial, feel-bad movie, albeit a slickly constructed one. |
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