Laurel Canyon (2003) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
Laurel Canyon is named after a street which has a reputation as a Greenwich Village West, home to the more bohemian types of California artists. Frances McDormand plays a 50ish hippie, a record producer who is living that Laurel Canyon life, smokin' dope, skinny dippin', and trying to come up with a hit single for a British band whose young lead singer (played by Alessandro Nivola) has become her live-in lover. They are joined by McDormand's ultra-straight son (Christian Bale) and his even straighter fiancée (Kate Beckinsale), who are both recent graduates of Harvard. The young couple had moved to Los Angeles to live their serious conservative life, Bale to begin his psychiatric residency, Beckinsale to write a Ph.D dissertation about some esoteric application of genetics. The young conservatives had been promised a house to themselves, but when they arrived, Bale found out that his mom would be sharing their quarters because she gave her beach house to an ex-boyfriend. Mom comes with a resident rock band. Beckinsale, therefore, must work on her dissertation while a loud, partyin' rock band plays and parties on the floor beneath her. As time goes on, Bale finds his mother's life increasingly distasteful. Beckinsale, on the other hand, starts to be seduced by it. This situation is exacerbated when Beckinsale starts to ignore her thesis in order to smoke dope, party with the rock band, and even to have a sexual liaison with Bale's mother. Bale, without realizing what is going on, is struggling with his own attraction to a beautiful fellow resident. (Natascha McElhone) I regret to say that it is just as good as it sounds. If it sounds like your kind of material, go for it, because it is made by professionals. The only thing that might hold you back from enjoying it is one of those crazy endings where absolutely nothing gets resolved, and it seems like there should still be about another thirty minutes to go. |
If it doesn't sound like your kind of material, there's really no extra spin on the film that allows it to rise above the soap opera level described above. The McElhone character is very thinly drawn. She's basically a plot device. The other characters are more like archetypes than real people. The talented Bale is wasted in a one-dimensional role in which he mumbles quietly through most his lines. Only Frances McDormand rises above the script and brings real life to her character. In fact, that character would be completely lacking in credibility if handled by 99% of the actresses in the world, but McDormand is one of those magical geniuses who can figure out how to deliver bad lines in a way that creates a genuine human character.
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The film was screened at Sundance and Cannes. Critical reaction was tepid. Nobody really hated it, but it had few enthusiastic champions. Our all-star team basically scored it a 2/4, and none of them really recommended it, but the Rotten Tomatoes evaluation shows 67% positive reviews, a "fresh" rather than a "rotten", so there were plenty of critics that warmed to it. I looked through the reviews at movies.yahoo.com, and they seemed to range from a lukewarm C to a lukewarm B, with universal praise for McDormand. The only score lower than C or higher than B was a D from Rolling Stone (they gave it one star and said it was cliché-ridden). |
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