One Hour Photo (2002) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) and Tuna |
Talk about a man who needed to develop some self-awareness. Twenty five years ago, when he was the hottest comic in the business and the funniest white man in the world, Robin Williams was really funny - but, well, also really creepy. In his subsequent TV and movie career, playing in sentimental and/or funny roles, people have always noticed that he was creepy. Look at his scrunched-up face and his misshapen hairy body. Look at his penguin walk. Listen to that phony reassuring voice, the voice of a playground pervert trying to convince the children to trust him. Now, finally, after a quarter of a century in show business, Williams at last figured out what everyone else knew long ago, that he had a knack for "creepy". He is playing disturbed roles. |
Needless to say, he's good at it. I think he was terrific in three films this year. In Insomnia, he played the classic calculating, unrepentant serial killer. In One Hour Photo, he formed the model of a quiet, modest, desperate, retail worker about to go postal. In Death to Smoochy, as a frenetic wacko TV kiddie show host, he played the comical side of evil, cussing up a storm in front of children on live TV, taking payola from mobsters, bullying parents, despising children, and planning various acts of cruel revenge on the loveable schmuck who took his show away. |
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Yup, Williams figured out where he should have been all along. First he wanted to be Jonny Winters 2 - the screwball comic. Then he wanted to be Maurice Chevalier 2 - the wise, compassionate, gentle-hearted older man. Finally he landed on the bonus square - he's actually Tony Perkins 2, the Norman Bates of his generation, the soft-spoken, apparently gentle man ready to erupt in a paroxysm of violence or perversion. In this particular film, One Hour Photo, he has an especially rich breeding ground for psychotic behavior. The premise is excellent. Think about it. Except for your doctors and a few other highly trained professionals with oaths of confidence, who is the one person with the greatest access to your secrets? How about the guy who develops your photos? Robin plays the perfectionistic, generous head of a SavMart photo development department. He has watched a young family grow for years, and has taken a special interest in them. Since he is a lonely man, he develops an unhealthy obsession with them as a surrogate for the family he doesn't have. One of the walls of his sparse apartment is decorated with copies of their family photos. His kindly demeanor and his identification with them is filled with a touch of jealousy toward the husband as well, because the guy has everything Robin himself would like to have. |
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One day, Williams discovers through his job that "his" family - he's Uncle Sy - has a major problem. The husband is cheating on his wife. Uncle Sy snaps. What will he do with his godlike power over the family? Will he slip pictures of the husband and the mistress to the wife by "mistake"? Or will he intervene in even more drastic ways? That's the premise of this atmospheric thriller with "creepy" written all over it, and featuring the new king of the creeps. King Walken is dead. King Malkovich is dead. Long life King Robin. |
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