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The Films of Gus Van Sant

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Gerry (January 27/03)

As Seinfeld is to television, Gerry is to cinema - it's a film about nothing. Two friends (both named Gerry) head to the desert for a hike, stray from the recommended path, and soon find themselves lost. Over the course of 103 minutes, we watch as the two walk (a lot), have random conversations, and occasionally extricate themselves from tricky situations. At times, Gerry feels as though it's been crafted to serve as a cinematic endurance test - the sort of film that buddies will dare each other to sit through in its entirety. With its lingering shots of the vast desert landscape and minimal dialogue, director Gus Van Sant goes to great lengths to ensure that we feel just as lost as the two central characters. Equally obtuse are the Gerrys - as played by Matt Damon and Casey Affleck, these figures are never really developed beyond the superficial (we learn that Damon is the more dominant of the two because he admonishes Affleck for crying, but that's about the extent of it). Still, the film remains oddly compelling, mostly due to director of photography Harris Savides' absolutely breathtaking cinematography. If nothing else, Gerry serves as a feature-length travelogue of the American West. The few instances where the two characters have to work out a problem, such as when Affleck finds himself trapped atop a large boulder, are a welcome respite from the almost interminable walking sequences (one such scene goes on for six or seven minutes, and consists of the two hiking side-by-side - without actually saying a single thing to each other). But there's no denying that Van Sant has crafted a film that's utterly unique. Though it's been made with a tenth the budget of most Hollywood films, it's certainly more interesting (if only on a purely visual level) than the majority of cliched mainstream product.

out of


Elephant (November 4/03)

After going mainstream over the last few years with movies like Finding Forrester and Psycho, Gus Van Sant seems to be making a concerted effort to move in the other direction. Gerry, released earlier this year, was a plotless examination of how two men react to becoming lost in an expansive desert. With Elephant, Van Sant continues to experiment visually but has churned out a film that's not nearly as bizarre and obtuse as Gerry. Elephant transpires over the space of a few hours one fateful day at an American high school, where a couple of put-upon students are about to go on a Columbine-esque rampage. We meet several other students, including a popular jock and a sensitive photographer, as Van Sant's camera glides through the halls of this nameless institution. The first thing one notices while watching Elephant is how visually striking the film is. The majority of the movie has been shot using a SteadiCam, and there are numerous uninterrupted takes that go on for several minutes. Perhaps because they require meticulous planning, the inclusion of such long shots are becoming more and more rare in contemporary cinema (thankfully, there is a select cadre of filmmakers keeping this technique alive, including Paul Thomas Anderson and Brian De Palma). But Van Sant embraces this aesthetically pleasing style, and peppers his film with many instances of dreamy camerawork. The audience is lulled into a celluloid reverie, which makes the brutal reality of the last 20-minutes even more crushing. Put it this way: Even if the film's content were lackluster, Elephant would still be worth a look if only for the memorable visuals. It's in the film's contents that Van Sant falters, though. First and foremost, he's hired a cast that's comprised almost entirely of amateurs (Matt Malloy and Timothy Bottoms, as the principal and a parent, are the most notable exceptions). This isn't necessarily a bad thing, as the majority of these kids manage to bring a palpable sense of realism to their performances. But few of them manage to escape the confines of the stereotypes Van Sant has placed them into, mostly because they just don't have the skill required to do so. Elephant's most glaring flaw, then, involves Van Sant's tendancy to include overly simplistic elements, as the majority of the film's characters can be effectively described using one or two words (ie the popular girls, the shy recluse, etc). The killers fare even more poorly, as we see the two teens playing violent video games and watching a documentary on Hitler - which is, one assumes, meant to explain away their deviant behavior. Having said that, Elephant is nonetheless a remarkably intriguing look at a modern day high school - not to mention one of the most interesting movies on a purely visceral level to come around in a while.

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Last Days

Paranoid Park

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Milk (November 5/08)

Though it doesn't pack quite the same emotional punch as its non-fiction predecessor, Rob Epstein's Oscar-winning documentary The Times of Harvey Milk, Milk nevertheless proves effective at telling the inherently fascinating story of San Francisco's first openly gay elected official. Harvey Milk (Sean Penn), spurred on by the realization that he's wasted his life, impulsively moves to San Francisco's Castro District with his boyfriend (James Franco's Scott Smith) and subsequently decides to run for public office after becoming involved with a myriad of social initiatives. Director Gus Van Sant has infused the early part of Milk with a number of egregiously ostentatious visual choices that effectively keep the viewer at arm's length from the material, with the filmmaker's experimental proclivities often threatening to drown out the movie's myriad of positive attributes - including the uniformly strong work by a supporting cast that includes, among others, Emile Hirsch, Alison Pill, and Josh Brolin (the latter is particularly effective as Milk's nemesis, Dan White). The flabby midsection ultimately gives way to an expectedly engrossing stretch revolving around Milk's infamous Proposition 6 battle, however, and there's little doubt that the movie finally becomes the compelling drama one might've initially envisioned. It's stirring stuff that effectively allows the viewer to overlook the rampantly uneven vibe, with the end result an effort that's never quite as powerful as its lead performance.

out of

Restless

Promised Land (January 5/13)

Written by Matt Damon and John Krasinski, Promised Land follows natural gas representative Steve Butler (Damon) as he arrives in a small midwestern town intending to buy huge chunks of land for his billion-dollar company - with the film detailing the conflict that arises after an environmentally-conscious crusader (Krasinski's Dustin Noble) begins scaring the locals with fracking horror stories. It's rather unfortunate to note that Promised Land eventually becomes as one-sided as its premise might've indicated, which is a shame, certainly, given the strength of the movie's initial stretch - with Damon's expectedly superb work heightened by a strong supporting cast that includes Frances McDormand, Rosemarie DeWitt, and Hal Holbrook. The inclusion of several captivating early sequences - eg Steve's coffee-shop encounter with an avaricious politician - perpetuates the film's compulsively watchable atmosphere, although there does, perhaps inevitably, reach a point at which the narrative begins to demonstrably run out of steam (ie the second half of the film is just crushingly uneventful). It doesn't help, either, that scripters Damon and Krasinski begin to emphasize elements of an almost eye-rollingly unsubtle nature, with the grossly simplistic trajectory of Steve's character arc (ie his eyes are slowly-but-surely opened to the perils of fracking) standing as the most obvious (and problematic) example of this. And although Damon and Krasinski offer up a decent last-minute twist, Promised Land is, in the final analysis, thwarted by a heavy-handed, energy-draining execution that effectively cancels out its positive attributes and cements its place as a hopelessly biased polemic.

out of

© David Nusair