Director: Paul
Thomas Anderson | Starring:
John C. Reilly, Tom Cruise, Julianne Moore,
Philip Baker Hall, Philip Seymour Hoffman, William H. Macy, Jason
Robards
Released: 1999
| Runtime: 188m
| Rating (out of 5):
**** |
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From its first beat,
Magnolia is a complex work of both glorious fantasy and stupefying
reality. Harry Nillson's "One," covered perfectly by Amy
Mann rings that first bell and allows us to enter a world that is
somehow tragic in its comedy and awkwardly touching in its tragedy.
Paul Thomas Anderson is not exactly known for his coyness when it
comes to tackling both subjects and running times. Magnolia is no
exception. It's as if he watched the mess that was Robert Altman's
Short Cuts and twisted and bent it until it was moving, searing
and confounding. While Altman tried to take several brilliant short
stories written by Raymond Carver and paste them together to make
something we care about, Andersen used the same slice of life technique
to create character arcs that actually made sense and kept me glued
to my screen. Despite his prolific (and we do mean prolific) use of
the word 'fuck,' Andersen can bang out a script that is somehow cool
and engaging all at the same time. Something like Pulp Fiction was
just plain cool, but really avoided entering the mind of its characters.
On Golden Pond (I don't know) was moving and genuine, but
was about as cool as having enflamed hemorrhoids on a horseback ride.
PT Anderson himself is a passionate, egotistical ball of nerves. His
screenplays reflect this passion and this ego. Only he would dare
to try to pull off some of these scenes. Only he could pull off some
of these scenes. There's so much to cover in this film, I don't even
know where to start. The theme throughout is the effect of loneliness
on the human spirit. People can have everything and be lonely. People
can have nothing and be lonely. What do they really need? Each other,
of course. That's why, as the song says, "One is the loneliest
number." This group of lonely people live their lives in the
San Fernando Valley looking for something. They don't know what, but
they know it's out there. Infidelity, drug abuse, child abuse, parent
abuse, theft and a bunch of other issues bring all the characters
together in what the film maker purports to be not coincidence, but
fate. This idea is set up on the beginning of the film by showing
some of America's favorite urban myths that involve things can only
seem like incredible coincidence. Everyone is tied together by frogs.
I can't explain, but you'll see. The film itself is beautiful and
shot with incredible attention. Anderson gets some great performances
out of his actors as well. Jason Robards is amazing. I couldn't believe
how terrible he looked as Julianne Moore's dying husband. I watched
the DVD extras and realized only then that Robards had just gotten
out of the hospital after almost dying in real life. Cruise was also
at his best as the egomaniacal pussy-monger, Frank T.J. Mackey. His
bravado is everything that John C. Reilly's performance wasn't. Reilly
is an underrated actor that seems to do his best, and only, work for
Anderson. He is so believable as the shy, sad sack cop that you just
want to reach out and hug the guy. Macy plays one of those pathetic
characters that makes you shout, "Idiot, what the fuck are you
doing!?" at the screen. I'm sure the role was written with him
in mind. After all, who plays pathetic better than Macy? I realize
this won't be everyone's cup of tea, but I recommend renting it after
a few cups of coffee and some mind expansion exercises. [DVD]
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