Posted on 12/24/2008 10:48:31 AM PST by SeekAndFind
Opening on Christmas Day, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button is the result of an unexpected cinematic collaboration between scriptwriter Eric Roth, who penned Forrest Gump, and director David Fincher, whose credits include Se7en, Fight Club, and Zodiac. Very loosely based on an F. Scott Fitzgerald story, and starring Brad Pitt as Button, the film is about a life lived in reverse. Born with the physical features of a man in his eighties, Button grows backward into middle age, youth, and infancy. Fincher and Roth turn Buttons peculiar life, at the center of which is his star-crossed love for Daisy (Cate Blanchett), into a vehicle for raising the great questions of the human condition.
Lauded by critics as one of the best films in recent years, Button certainly has the feel of a film that aspires to greatness. Beyond its philosophical probing of issues, it boasts a running time of 176 minutes fulfilling an indispensable criterion for artistic gravitas in recent years: nearly endless length. The visual effects, requisite for the film version of a story featuring the life of a man who ages in reverse, are indeed stunning; the films period detail and use of various locales are nicely realized, even if Brad Pitts Cajun accent is predictably unconvincing. Despite all of this, the films artistic aspiration is more pretense than success.
The films objectives contrast sharply with Fitzgeralds, whose story is a whimsical look at a very odd life. Fitzgerald, who underscores the curious aspects of Buttons life and exploits its comic possibilities, invests Button with no great depth. Button falls in love and marries but soon tires of his aging and increasingly tired wife hardly the stuff of romantic tragedy.
The film takes Fitzgeralds basic conceit and channels it through a sort of Forrest Gump plot; it features a character who becomes involved in a series of (mostly disconnected) events, spanning several decades. As with Gump, Buttons peculiar condition gives him a certain detachment from events and from complex human reactions to them. Here, too, a mothers platitudes are sufficient in a world that looks much more complex than it really is. Here, too, a romance holds the story together. Of course, the romance here has a different appeal precisely because it is Brad Pitt, not Tom Hanks, in the lead role. The film relies upon audience appreciation of Pitts good looks to build tension: viewers await the reappearance of an ever-more youthful Pitt as Button retreats in age.
Not content simply to tell Buttons story, Fincher and Roth perhaps in another nod to Gump present his story in a series of flashbacks. The film begins in a New Orleans hospital, where Daisy, then an elderly woman, and her daughter Caroline (Julia Ormond) await Daisys imminent death and the arrival of Hurricane Katrina. As she slips in and out of consciousness, her daughter reads from the diary of Benjamin Button. The revelations in the diary have to do with her mothers lifelong relationship with Button, a relationship previously unknown to the daughter.
The problem here is not just the predictability of the revelations, which viewers will see far in advance. Perhaps the most inexplicable thing about the film concerns the choice to frame the story by reference to Hurricane Katrina. Rumors have it that this was Brad Pitts way of bringing attention to ongoing rebuilding efforts in New Orleans. Since Buttons story itself is only incidentally about the city, the Katrina framing device is a huge distraction one that almost reduces the films artistic ambitions to a creative infomercial.
Benjamins story begins with a recounting of his birth at the end of World War I. His mother dies in childbirth and his already antique appearance leads his father who is unwilling to raise a freak to abandon him on the steps of a kind of old folks home. A doctor who examines him there concludes that some children are not made to live. But a kindly African-American worker at the home, Queenie (in a marvelous performance by Taraji P. Henson), embraces Benjamin as one of Gods children even as she observes that Lord has done something very strange in this case and adopts him. As it should, the film gets good comic mileage out of the incongruity between Buttons age and his appearance. Upon first seeing him as a baby, an elderly woman comments, He looks just like my ex-husband.
The avuncular looking Benjamins childhood friendship with the youthful Daisy (Blanchett) is at once tender and comic an odd twist on the beauty and the beast theme. Not true love, merely the flow of time itself, transforms the beast into something very fine indeed: Brad Pitt. After parting in childhood, they meet occasionally, and their separate but intersecting lives move toward an inevitable blossoming of love as the two reach adulthood at approximately the same time. Were meeting in the middle, they observe, we finally caught up with one another. There is something touching about their romance, especially because the film is fairly restrained in its sentimentality.
The problem is that the film wants to make more of the romance and its circumstances than they merit. It wants to lay bare for us the important things in human life. As Benjamin says at one point, what matters is that weve lived our lives well. Yet, the film has very little to say, beyond pious platitudes, about what it means to live well. We all end up in diapers, is one of the films insights into aging.
Again like Gump, Benjamin is passive in the face of events. That befits the films central lesson, which has to do with acceptance. That theme is captured in a phrase repeated throughout the film. You can complain about your lot in life and curse the fates, but eventually you realize that you just have to let it go. Faced with the prospect of a mildly entertaining but pretentious and overlong film, viewers might want to adopt that precept themselves.
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Thomas S. Hibbs is distinguished professor of ethics and culture at Baylor University and author of Arts of Darkness.
Ain't it the truth?
I detested Forrest Gump.
The idea of putting the main character into old films had been done before and so much better in “Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid.”
You are the first person I have ever seen who dislikes Forrest Gump. That movie is one of my all time favorites.
I will wait for the blu-ray.
I made an exception and went to see all three of the LOTR trilogies, which didn’t SEEM long.
For the rest, I wait until someone buys them. Then I borrow them.
The character, the mother and the hype around it just grate on me.
At the time they hailed it as a huge breakthrough in film making. If I were Steve Martin and Carl Reiner I would have been greatly offended. Their movie was soooo much better.
Neither did “The Dark Knight” It was long but it flew by.
read TLOTR and the Hobbit each twice back in the 60’s and early 70’s.
waited and waited for a good film to be made and saw the first movie when it came out and never so the rest.
it was good but I am no longer in that type of fantasy mode any longer....
I borrowed “The Dark Knight”. Great Joker.
I love Tolstoy and Dostoevsky, but no MOVIE should be much over 120 minutes unless it is a masterpiece. I enjoy intellectually demanding works, but if a film is not of extraordinary quality then I don’t want to sit through so much of it.
The biggest (obvious) difference between a long film and a long novel is that you can take breaks from reading the novel, but if you walk out of the movie theater you miss a lot (video/DVDs change the scenario, but still, a movie is all about immersion and sensory experience, so who wants a 3-4 hour movie that you just can’t sit through?).
It seems that sometime about 30 years ago directors decided it was better to keep the editing room floors clean.
I couldn't get past Sally Field romping**I'm calling it romping, but those who saw it know it was more than that) with the school principal-(or teacher, or whoever it was) while Forrest patiently waited it out...
...I found that disturbing and didn't bother to watch the rest.
LOTR trilogy is the best endeavor I’ve seen in a long time!
Sure enough, reinforcements come (led by Peter Lawford, IIRC and accompanied by a piper. As they march over the bridge, he officer smiles with relief at the camera and we heard an echoing voice-over “hold until relieved”.
Then came the Intermission.
I cannot watch Forrest Gump, because it makes me cry. The first time I saw it in a movie theater with my children and a friend of my son. They were about 10, an age at which I could not even believe they sat WITH me in the theater much less in the same city. I suppose I was the only one with cash for popcorn? I wept through most of it, could not really understand why it moved me that way. Fortunately the kids were not mortified, and kept sitting by me, seemed to be concerned as to my mental health. I suppose we learned alot about each other that day.
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!
The t.v. show Mork did the same thing back in the 70’s. They were born old and got younger as they “aged”.
All this talk about Brad Pitt and no pix? What gives? I need something to erase the Obama ‘shirtless’ photos.
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