I saw a couple movies recently...
I regularly take advantage of the interlibrary loan system and borrow movies for free. And my most recent viewings were of two movies from 1987 dealing with life among society's down and out.
BARFLY (1987) 7/10
starring
Mickey Rourke, Faye Dunaway, Alice Krige, J.C. Quinn, Frank Stallone
directed by
Barbet Schroeder
written by
Charles Bukowski
IRONWEED (1987) 7/10
starring
Jack Nicholson, Meryl Streep, Carroll Baker, Michael O'Keefe, Tom Waits
directed by
Héctor Babenco
screenplay by
William Kennedy, based on his novel
Overall, I thought both movies were very strong. But there were certain things about one movie that I liked more than the other. For example, I thought that Meryl Streep was very powerful and very moving in the role of Helen Archer in
Ironweed. However, her performance definitely had the feel of a movie star doing a "turn." I was reminded of something rather catty that critic Pauline Kael once said about Streep, saying that she had made a career out of seeming to overcome being miscast. (I don't remember the quote word for word, and I'm probably paraphrasing.) Granted, that's rather harsh, and while she's not necessarily one of my
favorite actresses, I think she's generally better than that. Her performance of the musical number
He's Me Pal is also quite a stunner (albeit a momentary digression into fantasy). But for my money, Faye Dunaway was definitely right on the money with her performance as Wanda Wilcox. Between Dunaway and Streep, I think Dunaway takes the prize. If you remember Dunaway from her performances in '60s and '70s movies like
Bonnie and Clyde (1967),
Chinatown (1974),
Network (1976),
Eyes of Laura Mars (1978), or her gloriously uninhibited trainwreck of a Joan Crawford in
Mommie Dearest (1981), you'll remember her very much as a powerful actress with a radiant glamour which definitely recalls old-school Hollywood. (Although that likeness probably has as much to do with the retro
film noir ambience of
Chinatown and the conflation of her own screen image with that of Crawford's post-
Mommie Dearest as much as anything else.) But in
Barfly there is definitely something disturbingly
de-glamorized about her, something very much stripped down to barely functioning wires. Her elegently wasted Wanda Sykes is almost barely recognizable as the classic Dunaway of old, brilliantly spare and yet somehow spiritually aristocratic. In
Barfly and
Ironweed, both Dunaway and Streep deliver extremely moving portraits of alcoholic, ravaged women, but Dunaway's somehow feels much more authentic and is less "showy" (for lack of a better word) than Streep's.
On the other hand, I felt a great deal more emotionally moved by
Ironweed than I did by
Barfly. Somehow, in the Schroeder/Bukowski film, you get this feeling that the wasted and self-destructive behavior of Mickey Rourke's Henry Chinaski is something of an indulgence. Granted, you're not really given much insight into Chinaski's past, but you almost feel like there's a willful refusal of "normal" society's standards of what's generally considered to be sober, sensible, or productive. Sure, that's perhaps the whole point of the movie, a kind of sympathy with a "rebel stance" against the mainstream. But while I do empathize strongly with rebellious behavior myself, in
Barfly's case I wasn't necessarily convinced that it was anything positive. However, the movie definitely has its charms. The acting is wonderful, the chosen filming locations are effective, and Bukowski's writing does have a certain wit. (There's also, I feel, something brilliantly and sneakily subversive about the casting of Frank Stallone as the belligerently macho bartender Eddie, who Rourke's Henry regularly gets into these admittedly rather pointless fistfights with. I rather like the idea of the brother of Rocky Balboa and John Rambo being cast as the face of traditional, all-American "ladies' man" machismo. Chinaski's rebellion against such an ideal is actually the one rebellious aspect of his character that I can identify with and relate to.)
With the Depression-era tale of
Ironweed, on the other hand, you have characters with extremely tragic backstories, who carry a great deal of sadness and guilt with them. Jack Nicholson's Francis Phelan, for example, is wracked with guilt over accidentally dropping and killing his infant son, and he regularly sees the ghosts of dead people from his past. In a way, the characters from
Ironweed seem to be much more tragically human than those in
Barfly. In
Ironweed, you feel like these people have legitimate - or at least understandable - reasons for clinging to the bottle, and their alcoholism seems more strongly rooted in personal tragedy and adverse social circumstance. Whereas in
Barfly the drinking feels like so much
faux-bohemian self-indulgence and a refusal of society's standards. Honestly, Chinaski seems to frequently resemble nothing so much as a fascination strain of bacteria under a microscope, while Nicholson's Francis Phelan feels more like a flawed, vulnerable human being with whom one sympathizes much more strongly. Henry Chinaski may make the a truthful statement when he says that
"Nobody suffers like the poor", but Francis Phelan more strongly embodies the truth of that statement.
Ultimately, however, what prevents
Ironweed from being
completely superior to
Barfly is its rather overly weighty, depressive and gloomy feel. There's very little of the energy and humor of
Barfly.
Ironweed is ultimately superior in its sense of humanity and vulnerability, but
Barfly somehow manages to be just a tad more fun to watch!
"To all my friends!" 