Showing posts with label Lasse Hallstrom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lasse Hallstrom. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

The Hoax

"The Hoax" (Lasse Hallstrom, 2007) The story of Clifford Irving's "Big Lie" (claiming to have co-authored billionaire Howard Hughes' auto-biography) which captured the imagination of the world for a time. His intricate scheme to defraud his publishers for millions of dollars was exposed as a hoax (Hughes even broke his long silence with a telephone press conference to staunch the madness--how's that for irony?) and Irving went to prison. Based on his own book, it should, of course, be viewed with some skepticism, as Irving is a supreme egotist. As it stands, Lasse Hallstrom doesn't quite let Irving become the hero of his own story.* Richard Gere portrays Irving as a weak, but cocky sociopath walking a high wire for so long that even he gets confused (Gere gives Irving a thick East Coast accent that the real Irving doesn't possess, but it feels right.) The real joy in the acting department goes to Alfred Molina as Irving's put-upon and quite incapable resarch assistant, Dick Suskind, who can't quite keep up appearances. His and Gere's by-play is often very funny. It is Lasse Hallstrom's lightest vehicle since...well, it's Lasse Hallstrom's lightest vehicle. One thing does raise eyebrows. Irving claims that documents incriminating Richard Nixon arrived un-announced on his door-step, and that information was a large factor in his resignation. The film is based on Irving's own account; It wouldn't surprise if he was making some vague stab at making his criminal activities seem heroic. "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me."

* A visit to Irving's web-site reveals that he took his name off the film as "technical consultant" because he didn't like how he was being portrayed. That's what happens when you don't write it yourself, Cliff. Somebody else takes it through the spin cycle. I mean what did he think this was---"Charlie Wilson's War?"

Sunday, February 3, 2008

An Unfinished Life

An Unfinished Life (Lasse Hallström, 2005) There may be no director more genteel than Lasse Hallström. Whether his subject is incest, abortion (The Cider House Rules), depression (The Shipping News), disassociation (What's Eating Gilbert Grape?), he manages to sap any dramatic life right out of it, even beating out the Merchant/Ivory films for taking drama and making it blandly digestible. Hallström is a director for the blue-haired old ladies who attend matinees who like to be titilated with racey subject matter, but not shocked. Never shocked. What's Hallström's social drama of the week? It's family abuse. Jennifer Lopez grabs her daughter and flees her abusive husband (the always reliable Damian Lewis, who seems stuck playing heavies now), to her verbally abusive father-in-law (from her previous, child-bearing marriage). He's an old coot (Robert Redford, mussed up) crusty with scabs of bitterness from the death of his only son/her first husband, blaming her for the drunken car accident that killed him. Heaped onto that guilt is his own for being too in his cups to keep friend Mitch (Morgan Freeman) from being mauled by a bear (no, really, that's the story). It's all about taking reponsibilty and letting go of recrimination. By the end, even the bear has a change of heart and is forgiven his trespassings. It's all very neat, and very tidy and well-played by all. All it seems to lack is "Hallmark" watermarked on it. Still, one could do worse watching it.