Vanilla Sky (2001)
Good ending vs. Doesn't live upConfusing, but adds up satisfactorally
Cameron Crowe delivers a pretty good follow-up to Almost Famous. Vanilla Sky stars Tom Cruise as a rich, magazine owner who ends up in a car accident that throws his world into chaos. The movie really keeps you guessing throughout the majority of it. Without really getting into specifics (which may spoil it a bit), Vanilla Sky was almost starting to get frustrating because I couldn't figure out what exactly was going on. As clues slowly unraveled, I couldn't help but feel a bit overanxious for an explanation. But when they finally threw the last twist in; that tied the whole movie together and gave me a well-deserved sense of satisfaction. I think the filmmakers released the movie in late December for consideration in this year's Academy Awards and Tom Cruise deserves at least a nomination as he puts on a great performance.
-Tso
The Sky's the Limit, but the Limit Is Reached
In Vanilla Sky, Crowe shifts gears slightly in an attempt
at a David Lynch/Alfred Hitchcock hybrid in this suspense love story where
questions and puzzles are given left and right, delivered through
the semiotic, the contextual and the metaphoric. For the most part,
it works. Tom Cruise is David, a young magazine publisher who's had his father's
business, and pretty much everything else in his life, dumped into his
lap through virtue of wealth and good fortune. David is apparently
enjoying a successful "fuck buddy" relationship with sexy Julie Gianni
(played by a dangerous-looking Cameron Diaz),
who congratulates him early in the film for boffing her four times in a
row. David brushes this off modestly (with Cruise's patented all-teeth
smile, no less), but even at this point we're thinking Kathi Bates in Misery
and warning him to stay clear.
When David meets Sophia (Penélope Cruz) through his best friend Brian
(Jason Lee), sparks begin to fly as the two not only hit it off, but Julie,
who shows up to the party uninvited, starts giving the two of them a
murderous once-over. In the morning, David leaves Sophia without having slept
with her ("I'm a pleasure-delayer" he tells his psychiatrist) only to run
into Julie who, after inviting him back to her place for coital absolution,
gives him a tearful lecture about treating people responsibly and then crashes
the car over a bridge. We soon learn that David survives, but is
disfigured and
crippled in one arm, and after being out of touch not only with Sophia
but with his friends and his co-workers, his entire future is somewhat in
jeopardy.
That's roughly the first half of the film, and while spinning out this love
story, Crowe is also giving us hints of something darker in the midst of it
all. David is apparently locked up, being evaluated by a psychiatrist
(Kurt Russell) in order to determine whether an insanity plea is in order
for David's murder of Sophia. Parts of the story up to this point are
fairly reeking of Crowe's signature style: the subtle gushy platitudes and the
cutesy romantic games (Sophia and David exchange caricatures of each
other, only, while David's picture fairly satirizes Tom Cruise himself,
Sophia's portrait is dark, lovely and mysterious). But Crowe is also using
camera flashes of darker, more violent and disturbing images to give a
back story and to foreshadow what we're going to learn about the crime
David has committed, and why he's wearing his mask after apparently going
through reconstructive plastic surgery.
Emotional and moving in places? Sure, why not? Cruz and Cruise definitely
deliver the on-screen chemistry this film requires of them, and besides,
who'd have thought Diaz could be so spooky? Engrossing?
Absolutely: the visual clues are there for you to at least notice throughout
the film's progression, and they do capture your attention.
Gripping and suspenseful? You bet:
it doesn't take long for Julie to reemerge in Sophia's place, puzzled and
hurt over David's reaction (hello, Mulholland
Drive? We have your plot device--you want it back?), and every
time one of them shows up, we're fairly panting with anticipation. (Well,
panting with something, anyway--perhaps the possibility that Diaz
or Cruz will reveal breasts once again.)
But in terms of tying it all up, Crowe
delivers a climax and resolution neatly packaged in the form of a
smartly-dressed young man who shows up to deliver to David all the
answers to questions that never even occurred to him in the first place.
This is the film's major disappointment: the questions have become much more
intriguing than the answers possibly could, and the entire last-minute
prepackaged this-is-what-it-all-means routine doesn't live up to the events
that require it. As certain filmmakers have taught us, it's okay to pull the
"it was all just a dream" schtick. But when dream characters start explaining
what they're doing in your subconscious and laying out escape plans from the
dream, all we really want then is to go back to sleep for a do-over.
-Long Copyright 2002 Tso Long Productions ©Warning: Contains spoilers
Who'd have thought Cameron Crowe would even attempt anything close to
a psycho-suspense thriller? Trying to picture the apple-cheeked director
of Say Anything, Jerry Maguire, and the recent hit
Almost Famous doing anything in this vein is difficult.
It's not so much that he couldn't do it. It's just that
it seems impossible for Crowe to do anything that doesn't include a guy
going to lengths to impress or win a girl and thereby showing up the rest
of the boyfriends in the world. (Thanks a lot, Cameron. Now we have to blast
Peter Gabriel through a window if we want to get laid.)