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(2000) rt: 113m ***½
Director: Stephen Frears
Starring: John Cusack, Iben Hjejle, Todd Louiso, Jack Black, Tim Robbins,
a bunch of cameos
Tagline: A comedy about fear of commitment, hating your job, falling
in love and other pop favorites
Taken from one of the best "guy"
books of the 90's, High Fidelity had all the earmarks of
great film. First, you got your pathetic protagonist, who can't seem
to get his life on track, despite his best intentions. Second, you
have love, sex and great pop music. Anyway, the book by Nick Hornby
was an instant classic, and a book that has you chuckling to yourself
as the main character, Rob, fumbles his way through myriad bad relationships,
changes in musical genres and unsuccessful attempts to become a grown
up. One thing that the book has is that great dry, British sense of
humor that doesn't really translate to Americans. It's one of those
things that you either like, or you don't. When I heard they were
going to be moving the location of the film's epicenter from London
to Chicago, I was very disappointed. I thought, and still think, the
story needed to be in its original home to really shine. Then I heard
they were casting John Cusack. They brought me back somewhat with
that choice. Cusack plays the perfect lovable loser, and is quite
believable as Rob, the vintage record storeowner, part-time DJ and
luckless lover. I was very interested to see how the director Stephen
Frears (The Grifters, Dangerous Liaisons) would bring the somewhat
unorthodox book to the screen. He did an admirable job, but a lot
of the biting sarcasm of the book was lost, as well as the ridiculous
lists that Rob makes throughout the text. In order to combat the loss,
Frears depends on Rob's record store cohorts, Dick and Barry, to provide
the comic relief. They do a great job as Rob's slacker friends that
really loiter in his shop, rather than work there. Jack Black is completely
over the top as Rob's talentless friend who keeps saying he's going
to start a band, despite the fact he can't play any instruments, and
has no discernable plan or motivation to be anything more than a total
record snob. The only person I thought could have been cast differently
was Rob's girlfriend, Laura. Her Icelandic (?) accent kind of threw
me, and didn't allow me to truly feel in tune with her character.
I honestly think that if they had gotten a different actress for this
part, I would have liked the movie a lot better. She didn't seem to
exude any kind of warmth, and didn't really match well with Cusack's
character. The interesting part about Cusack's character is that he
is really a jerk in many ways. He has serious commitment issues, he
cheats, he's hard to get along with, he's irritable, he's scattered
and he's apparently dated and slept with everyone in Chicago. Despite
all his shortcomings, you find yourself wanting him to be happy. Hollywood
features many movies with flawed characters, but Rob is realistically
flawed, and not unlike a lot of guys that exist in every city. We
do get a taste of what's going on in Rob's head through frequent first-person
confessions aimed directly into the camera, and the wonderfully eclectic
soundtrack. Frears also avoids the typical Hollywood ending by undercutting
what seems like your typical ending with some sense of doubt. Anyway,
writing this, I'm realizing I liked the film more than I originally
thought. I'm bumping it up half a star, damnit! [MF, movie theater]
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