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Dog Day Afternoon review

Dog Day Afternoon

This month Warner Brothers is releasing a trio of great films from the 1970s under the banner “Controversial Classics, Vol. 2 - The Power of Media” (available collectively as a boxed set), but the name of the series is slightly misleading: The first two films included (Network and All the President’s Men, which I reviewed last week) are razor-sharp observations (one fictional, the other all too real) on the role of the media during a decade of political and social turmoil. The third film in the set however, Dog Day Afternoon, is far more than a critique of the media. In fact, it’s a magnificently constructed web of themes and characterizations that blends personal storytelling and general social observation like few other films.

Dog Day Afternoon is a very special movie. It’s a film of depth and complexity that, on the surface, looks stripped-down and simple. It has influenced an absurdly diverse swath of films and filmmakers and it contains flawless work across the board from its cast and crew, both stocked to the hilt with masters in their professions. It belongs in that rarified category of films that are truly, truly loved.

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The inspiration for the film comes from a real-life melodrama that played out live on television screens in New York and across the country. While live coverage of bizarre and dangerous news stories is commonplace today, in 1972 it was virtually unheard of. Two men entered a Brooklyn bank at closing time with the intention of grabbing the cash from the vault and hitting the road. This poorly-planned robbery, however, resulted in a day-long stand-off with hundreds of heavily-armed cops, detectives and FBI agents surrounding the building and the robbers taking the bank’s tellers and manager hostage. The media caught wind of this and, using the bulky location broadcast equipment of the day, broke into the daytime soap opera schedule with live, on the scene reporting of every little detail of the unraveling story.

Thanks to the disorganized response of the police force (mass hostage situations like this were unheard of in this country at that point) and the increasingly bizarre background of the lead robber that unfolded throughout the course of the day, it became a media frenzy unlike any other. By the time the robbers were provided a bus to the airport by the FBI viewers and listeners were riveted.

Given the immediacy of the subject matter, screenwriter Frank Pierson and director Sidney Lumet take the exact right approach in their adaptation. The script takes each character seriously, no matter how outlandish or disturbed. Lumet’s treatment of Pierson’s writing is humanistic and naturalistic. That is to say that there is a real sense of empathy for the characters and their individual emotion and that there is very little in the way of intrusive cinematic convention. Even though there isn’t a “docudrama” feel to the camerawork the setting still feels authentic and genuine. Lumet draws out real, unique characterizations from just about everyone in the film, from the leads down to characters who appear in only one scene. There are nearly two dozen characters that become real people, often with no more than a few lines to their part.

Lumet’s genius here is to design the film’s environment so that his outstanding cast can really embody their roles. While much of the dialog has an improvisational feel, the film is very carefully structured to build at a certain pace. There is a real| sense of unstoppable momentum (every error made by either the robbers or the law just sends us further down the path of disaster) the film also creates the slow-burning sensation of a situation that at times just drags on. The editing by Dede Allen and Lumet’s direction create one of the best examples of why film is such a unique art form. The way the film moves draws you into it as much as any of the performances.


It is the performances, however, that have contributed to the film’s staying power. Most notable, in the lead role as Sonny is Al Pacino, giving possibly the very best performance of his legendary career. Hot off his smoldering and corrupt performance in The Godfather Part II, the Pacino we meet here is one of the most magnetic performers ever to grace the screen. His Sonny is by turns outwardly manic and inwardly reflective. He bustles with undirected energy but also harbors deep, conflicted emotions. There are times during the film that Pacino’s face just seems of the verge of crumbling from grief and confusion. Dog Day Afternoon reveals Sonny’s complex inner life bit by bit, slowly over time (with bombshells still dropping long after the film’s halfway mark) and Pacino does an incredible job of playing the complete character. There are things in his past that those around him don’t know, but he’s not necessarily hiding them as secrets. He just is who he is. When other characters find out revelations about Sonny there are no easy pyrotechnics from Pacino. Just a smirk and an obtuse line like “You shouldn’t let something like that spoil your fun.” Pacino’s Sonny is an enigma because there are as many contradictory elements in his life as there are conflicting pressures bearing down on his shoulders.

The genius of Pacino’s performance, and in the way that Pierson and Lumet set up the Sonny character, is that the defining thread that runs through all the various parts of his personality is his innate need to make everything right for everyone else. While the film brilliantly doesn’t make a big point of it, you can see it in every scene, from offering to let the hostages use the restroom to ordering them dinner to his motivation for attempting the robbery in the first place. Sonny’s desire to help others fails him at every turn, however, as every decision he makes results in calamitous consequences. He becomes loveable to the audience as well as the other characters in the film. While Stockholm Syndrome is a part of hostage situations like this one, the film shows a real bond form between Sonny and the bank employees over time and Sonny’s personality is the reason.

Sonny’s partner Sal is played by the late, great John Cazale, who played Fredo in the Godfather films. Cazale’s film legacy was cut short in 1978 when he died of bone cancer, but every film on his resume is a classic (he was also in The Conversation and The Deer Hunter.) There is a deep sadness to Cazale’s Sal, and his performance here is rich and mysterious. Sal is frighteningly conflicted but when it comes to Sonny he’s loyal to a fault. The nature of their relationship isn’t spelled out (it’s not clear how well they knew each other before the robbery) but the way they learn about each other over the course of the film is moving and deep. At one point, Sal reacts to a threat Sonny makes to the cops (about killing the hostages if they try to storm the bank.) The distraught Sal, almost on the verge of tears, asks if Sonny was serious. When Sonny tells Sal that that’s just what he wants the cops to think, the unhinged Sal responds with the exact opposite of what the audience expects to hear. Cazale creates a character who doesn’t have the clarity of mind to understand what he’s feeling or how to fully express himself. He’s really a tragic figure and at times seems almost childlike in his inability to process the situation. It’s a magnificent performance.

The film also allows actors in many of the other roles to create complex, detailed characters. Charles Durning and James Broderick play a detective and FBI agent, respectively, and, while the film doesn’t resort to any easy rivalry between the two, they brilliantly explore the differences between the blue collar detective and the slick, analytical fed. They each interact with Sonny in their own way, drawing him out with different tactics and varying degrees of success.

Sully Boyar plays the bank manager whose relationship with Sonny transforms several times over the course of the day. A decent man who primarily wants to make sure that his employees survive the stand-off, he reprimands Sonny for his use of foul language and then later explodes in frustration with his own. The head teller, played by Penny Allen, develops her own interesting relationship with Sonny as she plays den mother to the women of the bank. (A few excellent actors who became more famous later on have small but effective roles: Carol Kane, Dominic Chianese and Lance Henrikson in his first film performance.)

None of these relationships are overplayed. The film, as much as it explores a sensationalistic situation, doesn’t over-hype the interpersonal relationships. The honesty and subtlety with which Lumet and his collaborators approach these relationships shows in his exploration of Sonny’s personal life as well. Scenes with Judith Malina, Susan Peretz and Chris Sarandon as various members of Sonny’s family could easily turn into melodrama or camp but the superb work of these actors and the human-level drama developed by the filmmakers keeps this tangled tale rooted in reality. We are joining complex lives mid-stream but they feel like they’ve been playing out for years.

This tremendously sophisticated treatment of the characters and their relationships makes the film gripping on a personal level. As a specific story of a specific occurrence on a specific day, Dog Day Afternoon is without rival for its ferocity and immediacy. But the film uses these characters and their lives as a jump-off point to explore countless themes and threads of American life in general. Never didactic, never preachy, and never condescending, the film weaves many different American experiences into this tale.
Sonny, a Vietnam vet, displays a paranoia and distrust of authority that was the hallmark of the era. It may be one of the most famous scenes in film history, but Sonny’s “ATTICA! ATTICA!” tirade, inspired by a notorious prison riot that ended with officers shooting numerous prisoners in the back, speaks to his disgust with law enforcement and the system in general. The robbery may have happened in August 1972, only two months after the Watergate break-in, but by the time the film was produced Nixon was out and Sonny’s view of authority was no longer counter-culture mysticism; It was a mainstream public view.

The public, as portrayed in the film, consists of the ever-growing throng of civilians who gather at each end of the block behind police barricades. Each time Sonny comes out of the bank to talk with the cops his celebrity grows until the crowds are cheering him as he throws fists full of bank cash into the whirlwind kicked up by police helicopters. The film is very smart about the way the crowd gawks at Sonny, then begins to idolize him, and finally turns into a conflicted, roiling mass, teetering on chaos. The turmoil of the times is captured in the confused, angry tone of the masses.

The humanity that Lumet accentuates in the story helps him also explore a gay relationship in the film with a frankness and lack of judgment that must have been surprising at the time and is still uncommonly honest today. Without resorting to any clichés, Lumet and his cast incorporate this provocative subject matter into the overall film with total honesty. As with much of the rest of the film, the only statement that Lumet seems to be making is that people, no matter how flawed, confused, angry or deluded, are people and they share a common humanness, whether they’re an Irish cop, an ex-con bank robber or a suicidal transvestite. It’s this sense of empathy and character-driven humanity that gives the film both its gravity and its incredible sense of humor. It’s what separates Dog Day Afternoon from the countless bank robbery films that have stolen from it in the years since. A filmmaker like Quentin Tarantino may convincingly mimic elements of the film without ever scratching the surface of what makes the film so special.

Stylistically Lumet makes all of this work with amazingly intuitive camera work (courtesy of the brilliant cinematography of Victor J. Kemper), and spare, brutal audio design. Kemper has a knack of framing each shot in a way that draws the viewer’s eye to key details of the setting but without ever feeling obviously composed. Main characters become obscured or fall into shadows, all of which draws the viewer into the action even more. And the soundtrack, after the opening credits, contains absolutely no music at all. The sounds of the locations, the imagery, the pacing and the performances work together in perfect synchronicity to make the film a living, breathing whole. The film sucks you in so completely that you feel the rush and the panic that Sonny himself feels once he realizes the situation he’s gotten himself into. And that engaging quality seeps into every moment, every character, every frame of the film. Even though One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest won every major Oscar that year, and it’s a brilliant movie too, I can’t help but feel like Dog Day Afternoon takes the qualities that make both films great and just goes that extra step. It’s so perfectly executed that it almost feels like the wall of art is being pulled back slightly, revealing the reality of life, in all its messy, contradictory, confusing wonder. And that makes it not only a masterpiece, but timeless as well.

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Full Frontal (2002)

  USA TODAY's ratings


(out of four)

 

Stars:

Julia Roberts, David Duchovny, David Hyde
Pierce, Catherine Keener, Mary McCormack, Blair Underwood, Nicky
Katt

 

Director:

Steven Soderbergh

 

Distributor:

Miramax Films

 

Rating:

Rating: R for language and some sexual
content

  BEYOND WORDS


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By Claudia Puig, USA TODAY


Smack Frontal

isn't about what it sounds ilk.

There isn't much nudity to speak of in this low-budget comedy, but there is a stripped-down feeling to the proceedings that represents a return to an early filmmaking style for director Steven Soderbergh.

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The Oscar-winning director burst onto the scene in 1989 with

sex, lies,


and videotape

, an intimate tale of relationships that combined two realities by juxtaposing film and video shots.

Full Frontal

also is an intimate tale of relationships, though it has more players than

sex, lies

. It combines two tales, creating a movie within a movie by interspersing digital videotape with film to indicate the two worlds.

The film segments consist of scenes from the fictional

Rendezvous

, starring Julia Roberts as a reporter interviewing and falling for an actor, played by Blair Underwood. The grainier, digital video scenes follow a day in the life of friends, all with some connection to the film: producer (David Duchovny), writer (David Hyde Pierce), human resources executive (Catherine Keener) and masseuse (Mary McCormack).

Keener's brittle career Terminator rails about semi-comatose employees and people who drive cars that are wrong for them. Brad Pitt has some hilarious cameos. On one magazine devoted to "Faith in Los Angeles" he peers out from a hooded monk's cloak, under the headline "Brad Pitt Takes a Vow."

The dialogue — with its stops, starts and interruptions — has a natural, improvisational feel.

It also has some classic Hollywood-speak. A self-centered actor explains his actions with "I'm taking a swim in Lake Me."

Insularity is the film's biggest drawback. Ensemble stories about friends sometimes become big hits, but

Full Frontal

's focus on Hollywood and Felliniesque moments makes one wonder whether it will play in Peoria — or even Philadelphia.

Maybe after the huge hits

Ocean's Eleven

and

Erin Brockovich

(both also starring Roberts), Soderbergh was ready to return to his roots with a small, innovative movie. Even though this $2 million film effort has enough to recommend it, don't look for any great meaning here. These characters are interesting for their flaws and wounds, but the movie doesn't delve deeply into the sources of their pain.

See this movie for its humor and talented cast and you won't be disappointed.

Attacked by a masked would-be …

Attacked by a masked would-be rapist (Russo), Fawcett manages to escape but leaves her ID behind. The police (‘Ever been picked up for perversion previous to?’) are less than sympathetic, and her two flatmates are kind enough to take her car with them when they leave her alone to face, as she and we know, her assailant’s destined crop up again. What follows is an hour of brutish and voyeuristically relished confrontation as Fawcett, initially stripped, humiliated and terrorised, manages to turn the tables to blind and in her ‘animal’ belligerent. This offensive adjustment of William Mastrosimone’s debatable fool around suggests that there was never much cast doubt upon of making any serious assault to deal with the eminent subjects raised. The use of subjective camera and meaningless circling shots cannot conceal either the chief abuse of cinematic technique or the crippling be without of psychological understanding and detail. Under the restrictive disposal of Young’s guiding, Russo’s moronic ‘Method’ freak and Fawcett’s grimy avenger are equated as scant beasts in this inseparable-chamber chaos.

Scorched review


The Desert Savings Bank keeps its cash divided all of a add up to five main areas — around ten thousand in the cash drawers, another $40K in the ATM machines, a mini-vault with around a quarter mil on hand, a regularly inventoried vault, and an array of safety pay in boxes. Thoroughly a few possibilites to steal thoroughly a bit of medium of exchange, and the exact retribution comedy Scorched has dissimilar characters more than willing to arrogate advantage of all of ‘em. The movie is centered around three tellers at a small bank in a sleepy desert town, all of whom decide to rob the bank on the same weekend, entirely independently of one another. Sheila (Alicia Silverstone) had been dating her boss, bank manager Rick Leonard (Blair Witch’s Joshua Leonard), squandering every cent of her savings to put him through school and even hiring a direct to help him mire his way through Calculus. Rick dumps Sheila into the tutor. Ouch. Woods (Woody Harrelson, appropriately enough) has toiled away at the bank for years, and it seems that his skint work is finally being recognized when he’s called into the chore in the service of a inspiration…much more burden for a whopping fifty-five cents an hour raise. Finally, there’s Stuart Stein (Paulo Costanzo), a straightlaced, well-respected employee who makes the mistake of spilling his picture of a robbery to an devoted sidekick who eggs him on.

There’s also a small army of supporting characters who daily help run the action. John Cleese stars as Charles Merchant, an obnoxious millionaire who hocks harm rich schemes on overdue night infomercials and keeps a massive pile of cash in a safety deposit buffet at the bank. Hawker mercilessly stomped on the mother of Woods’ beloved pet stoop, and he’s vowed to avenge the spilled blood of his mulct feathered friend’s family. Travelling salesman has also earned the ire of Shmally (Rachael Leigh Cook), a Dungeons and Dragons-crazed New Zealand mate of Stu’s who was suckered into shelling out a number of hundred dollars for his worthless scam, tenacious to claim payment by egging his house. She’s joined by Carter (Marcus Thomas), a slacker who’s unsuccessfully making the talk rounds after an terms from his parents. I’d catalogue more, but this re-examine already sounds like too much of a laundry slant, but…y’know, incumbent love interest, Abaddon on the shoulder best friend…


Scorched deftly juggles sufficiently intertwining tales that it under no circumstances gets boring, and it’s all executed reasonably well even if the basic storyline is impartially unremarkable. As an alternative of having a certain sharper who unexpectedly stumbles upon fib, has a moral critical time, and continually suffers the relentless bodily harm that slapstick demands, each of those elements is assigned to one of the main leads. It practically seems ask preference an excuse to string together scenes that include next to nothing to do with the meat of the plot, but since those are often the funniest parts of the silent picture, that’s rarely meant as any sort of immoderately stringent criticism. Highlights subsume Woody Harrelson chasing an ink-footed duck in every direction a compensation tent, a at one-man corporate chocolate ice cream snowball affray, the best inept interview scenes this side of Trainspotting, and faux warrior princess Rachael Leigh Cook daydreaming encircling tossing +1 daggers, lobbing fireballs, and spouting disappointing her trademark become entangled vocabulary, “Wanna Jack with the Ripper?” Scorched also benefits from an extremely winning cast, exceptionally Paulo Costanzo, an actor who for some inexplicable perspicacity I’ve fixed to be a nut of, and the hopelessly darling Cook.

Thanks to a sober cast and a polite slew of laughs scattered during, I’d definitely recommend giving Scorched a look on cable or forking over a insufficient bucks also in behalf of a rental.

Godmonster of Indian Flats (1973)

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In a small "Wild West" tourist town, a black man seeks some property, but old racist Mayor Charles Silverdale (Stuart Lancaster) has no intentions of letting that happen. He plans to round up his buddies for a good old fashioned lynch mob, but little does he know what horror lurks just a short ways from his town. After some vapors poured out of an ancient mine, a very unusual chain of events kicked into motion. As the vapors penetrated all the space they could, a massive embryo was somehow born and discovered. Of course, it is rushed to the laboratory of the local mad doctor and while there, it turns into an eight foot mutant sheep. This sheep isn't just big either, as it wants blood and destruction, without a doubt. Soon enough, the creature escapes from the doctor's clutches and begins a reign of terror like no other. This behemoth attacks innocent teens, gets freaky with a hippie babe, and even demolishes personal property in the process. Can this beast be stopped, explained, or even somewhat understood by the anyone or anything? And perhaps more importantly, can it look much more cheaply made than it is?

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If you're like me and you've been waiting for a mutant sheep movie to hit DVD, then prepare to be thrilled, as Godmonster of Indian Flats has arrived. Thanks to the folks at Something Weird Video (who else??), this obscure little piece of cinema can now be accessed by the masses, though I suspect that won't happen. A no budget blend of westerns & monster movies, Godmonster of Indian Flats is one offbeat ride and in the end, it was more than worthwhile. But then again, I like low rent (read: bad) movies and my opinion might be biased, but chances are if you opened this review, you like bad B flicks too. The writing is so poor you can't help but giggle, while the wild title creature is atrocious and certain to make you bust up at least a few times. I do like some of the photography though and while the acting is bad, the characters are so insane at times, they actually start to become interesting, believe it or not. The end is also better than I expected, very cool and memorable, in a strange, unexplainable sense. If you're a fan of schlock and want to make sure you've seen them all, then Godmonster of Indian Flats is more than recommended.

Godmonster of Indian Flats is presented in a full frame transfer. Some scenes look they could be open matte, but others look well framed in 1.33:1, so I am unsure of what the original or intended visual scope is with this one. I had very, very low hopes for this movie's transfer, but the end result isn't too bad. The image looks dated and shows some wear, but looks better than I ever expected it to be. The print has grain and frequent flecks, but not much in terms of serious flaws, although the image does sometimes have a "video" look to it, so to speak. The colors and contrast are more than solid, all things considered, but don't expect too much refinement out this transfer. On the whole, this is a more than adequate treatment, given the film's age, budget, and very low profile.

I don't think a lot of discussion is needed here, as the mono option is cleaner than expected, but still a mono track. I was a little surprised that minimal wear was evident on the materials, but it's terrific news, without a doubt. The music is a little weird at times, but I'm not sure if that is due to the materials, or the intended musical scheme. The sound effects are weak, but that's to be expected, since you can tell little cash was pushed into the audio department, given the low rent nature of the production. No dialogue troubles arise either and in the end, this is a stable, better than expected audio presentation.

This disc has no extras specific to the main feature, but some cool stuff has still been included, so no worries. You'll find two "nasty nature" bonus short films (Rural Rat Control & Community Fly Control Operations), two "oddball" short subjects (You Cannot Fart Around With Love & The Geek), and of course, a selection of exploitation radio spots & artwork. The main bonus here is a complete feature film, titled The Girl and the Geek. This movie is humorous and worth a look, especially when considered a supplemental feature. I do wish Something Weird wouldn't burn in their logo on these bonus movies, however.

Mickey Blue Eyes (1999)

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Don’t blame Grant — except for making the picture in the first place.
Grant’s real-life girlfriend, Elizabeth Hurley, produced it, and word is
that the actor worked closely with screenwriters Adam Scheinman and Robert
Kuhn. He should have run screaming. Grant’s charm is considerable, but he
can’t make sirloin out of Spam.

The picture, which opens today, stars
Grant as Michael, a boyishly charming auctioneer in Manhattan. He’s in love
with Gina (Jeanne Tripplehorn) and she’s in love with him, but when he
presents her with an engagement ring, she reacts as though he’s just handed
her the script for “Mickey Blue Eyes.” No, she can’t marry him. No, no!

She won’t tell him why, but when he goes to her father’s restaurant, he
begins to get the picture. Gina is a Mafia princess. James Caan, an actor
who is by now Italian by assimilation, plays her father, Frank, a “made
guy.” Gina knows that if she marries Michael, the Mafia will get its hooks
into him, and he will owe them favors.

At this point, “Mickey Blue Eyes” seems poised to go in one of two
directions. It can play up the comic element by placing Grant
in uncomfortable mob situations. Or it can turn downbeat and show the real
consequences of having commerce with bad guys. Instead, “Mickey Blue Eyes”
takes an ambitious third course, trying to blend the comedy and the drama.
But this is not “The Sopranos,” and the attempt bombs badly.

Speaking of “The Sopranos,” a lot of the supporting characters from
that show turn up here: Vincent Pastore, Joe Viterelli, Tony Darrow, Joe
Ventimiglia. The names aren’t familiar, but the faces are. Unfortunately,
mob culture, as depicted in “Mickey Blue Eyes,” is the movie version, not
reality. Two guys go off to bury a dead body and find themselves chatting
with another set of
mobsters burying another body. This is not funny or absurdist or
particularly interesting. It comes more under the category of empty gesture.

The movie’s title is taken from the moniker that Frank gives Michael when
he tries to pass him off as a mobster to a rival crew. “This is Mickey Blue
Eyes from Kansas City,” he says.

One would think this couldn’t miss: Grant impersonating a mobster. Will
he throw himself into the role and fool everybody? Will he do it with gusto
but be so absurd that he reveals himself? Either approach might have been
amusing. Instead,
the picture takes a less imaginative road: Grant plays Michael as incapable
of doing a tough-guy American accent. He just grunts and pronounces words
incorrectly.

The movie concocts tensions between Michael and Gina that ring false, and
the plot complications are labored, clumsy and unconvincing.

And though Cary Grant managed it in “Arsenic and Old Lace,” Hugh Grant
has trouble being funny in a movie with dead bodies. Then again, in
“Arsenic and Old Lace,” the audience never saw the dead bodies, and there
was no blood.

In “Mickey Blue Eyes” there are gunshots and spurting blood, but the
movie maintains a tone of unrelenting cuteness. It all leaves a bad taste.


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Donnie Darko review


Imagine living in a overjoyed where nightmares and reality merge, where waking dreams are a part of mundane entity. Infer being visited each night by voices, beings, creatures, who could leverage your present and foretell your later. Paranoid delusions? Schizophrenic hallucinations? Space alien abductions? It’s the state Donnie Darko, a character in his late teens, finds himself in during the course of the grimly satiric, psychological fantasy named after him.

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In its abbreviate, often ephemeral themes and images, it’s a haze that last will and testament probably not find favor with every Tom, but for viewers willing to hold off their disbelief systems on replete exclude against a couple of hours, the effort could be uniquely gratifying.

If there’s a weakness to “Donnie Darko,” it’s that it tries to go in too many directions at once. It wants to be a dark comedy, a psychological thriller, a pseudo sci-fi adventure, a social commentary, and a deep contemporary drama all at the same time. Its topics of teenage alienation and suburban anxiety, its “American Beauty” allusions, and its wholly expected yet ambiguously unsatisfying ending appear often at odds. Still, one has to commend writer/director Richard Kelly’s ambitions, and I must take cognizance of I was mostly fascinated by the legend.

Donnie (Jake Gyllenhaal) is a bright, handsome, college-booked youth living with loving parents ((Mary McDonnell and Holmes Osborne) and two sisters in a cordial, affluent, upscale neighborhood. As the all-American stripling-next-door, you’d think he had it made. As an alternative, he’s in therapy for pent-up anger, maladjustment, and all-surrounding hostility. He is becoming increasingly detached from a world he finds hypocritical and uncaring. He argues with his siblings, calls his nurturer a “bitch,” pops tranquilizers, and dreams of a gigantic rabbit who tells him the world is prevailing to end in twenty-eight days, which, coincidentally, turns out to be Halloween.

The year is 1988, an date in American history associated with rampant consumerism, an increasing disparity between northern and lower classes, everyday public unrest in matters ranging from economics to religion to “family values,” an fight co-opted in the main by conservatives, all of which are targeted in the smokescreen. Bush vs. Dukakis campaign ads are seen and heard throughout the story to reinforce the conflict. Donnie’s school in the borough of Middlesex contains several kids named Bates. The wacko gym academe, Mrs. Agronomist (Beth Grant), also teaches an ethics importance where she insists that her students make out the world in terms of right and wrong, “love and fear.” Meanwhile, she tries to cope books banned that don’t get together with her internal criteria for “good.”

Then, too, the votaries promotes a self-help course taught by a clean-settle, Supplementary Age guru, Jim Cunningham (Patrick Swayze), who apparently makes millions wrong his boob tube infomercials. Lots of subjects here proper for satire; and for a topper of irony how about a motion-envisage theater playing a horror ambiguous folding money of “The Evil Dead” and “The Pattern Temptation of Christ”?

But the film reaches deeper than that. In occurrence, everything seems to difference for Donnie the night fate steps in. How much the way the cookie crumbles? A jet locomotive drops through his roof. From then on, events begin to escalate. Donnie starts dating a mistress, Gretchen (Jenna Malone), whose life is about as wretched as his own but who is coping much better than he is. He goes under hypnosis with his psychiatrist, Dr. Thurman (Katherine Ross). He meets a secluded old lady, Mrs. Sparrow (Patience Cleveland), known to the community as “Grandma Death.” And he is advised by the rabbit to do ever more condemnatory things.

Finally, he undertakes to learn surrounding the “philosophy of time travel” and begins to surprise if it isn’t possible to start the whole kit all over again. “What if you could go furtively in time and take all those hours of pain and darkness and make good on them with something better?” Perhaps, he begins to think, we can create our own destiny.