Director: Ryan
Murphy | Starring:
Annette Bening, Brian Cox, Joseph Fiennes,
Evan Rachel Wood, Alec Baldwin, Gwyneth Paltrow
Released: 2006
| Runtime: 122m
| Rating (out of 5):
** |
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This
book is a tough act to follow. Burroughs, and his absolutely insane
life growing up, was a totally engrossing read. It was like The
Springer Show on acid. The fact that it was true (or true-ish
in my opinion) makes it even more insane. This movie tries its hardest
to turn his memoir of family dysfunction into a film, and succeeds
sometimes, fails other times but mostly loses some of its impact due
not necessarily to its own shortcomings as a film but as the medium
on which its presented.
There's something about reading a memoir that's akin to watching a
documentary. You figure that it's put down by the author's own hand,
but the man or woman who actually lived what you're reading (all A
Million Little Pieces aside). Similarly, a documentary film shows
you exactly what is happening, and with the exception of biased editing
doesn't fictionalize its subject matter. Once the written memoir makes
that transition to film, though, it's already been bastardized by
someone else's pen, somebody else's point of view and vision. It's
no longer from the horse's mouth, and is even often labeled as "based
on a true story" rather than a true story. That level of shock and
awe is gone, replaced with the sense that you're seeing a good story,
but it's now seen through the lens of fiction. This is a story, though,
that benefits greatly from the fact it's a true story, and in its
fictionalized form loses a good deal of its impact.
The story is pretty straight-forward. Asshole semi-successful dad
with a drinking problem, self-absorbed jackass of a mother have a
gay son. The parents fight, separate and mom gets involved with a
psychiatrist that is generous with the meds and less than above board
in his treatments. The dad goes AWOL to live his own life, mom gets
more and more into herself and more and more into her meds. The son
starts spending more and more time at the psychiatrist's house with
his family, soon realizing that his parents tantrums and weirdness
is nothing compared to the f'd up household of the psychiatrist. The
mom eventually becomes so doped up and selfish that she decides to
leave the son with the psychiatrist and his wife indefinitely. Wackiness
ensues.
Through his time at the psychiatrist's house Burroughs deals with
his gayness (and an affair with the psychiatrist's older estranged,
adopted schizophrenic son), his desire to drop out of high school
and his relationship with one of the doctor's daughters and his surrogate
mother (the doctor's wife). The lesson here is that these people may
be completely insane, but they somehow all care about him in their
own special way--a feeling that isn't shared by his actual mother
and father. So despite the place being a complete nuthouse, he somehow
feels more loved here than he ever did in his actual house.
It's been a long time since I read the book, but I believe they stay
relatively faithful to it--minus a bunch of details and funny scenes,
of course. The acting was solid across the board, although I've seen
this character from Annette Benning before. She is great, but I'm
wondering if they couldn't have made her even more compelling with
a little more interplay between her and her son in some of the scenes
where she's bordering on a drooling idiot. And that's why I'm not
a director. I wonder, now that Burroughs has written a less-than-funny
memoir just focusing on what a bastard his father was (A Wolf
at the Table) if Alec Baldwin will return as the abusive, alcoholic
college professor for a sequel? Somehow I think he'll be avoiding
those types of rolls in the future due to his own rather public slip-up.
He does play a magnificent bastard, though.
All in all, this isn't a horrible movie if you haven't read the book,
but after enjoying that experience this thing pales in comparison
and really just blends into the woodwork. [HBO on demand]
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