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Out of Sight: Elmore Leonard on Film

Though he remains the gold standard of hip noir, Elmore Leonard would have turned ninety this month had he not died in the summer of 2013. It’s not just the literary world that feels his absence. It’s movies and television, too, though the Detroit-based Leonard was such an industrious worker that we may be dining on adaptations of his books for decades to come. Part of the appeal of his stories actually stems from his identification with hard workers. As Joan Acocella pointed out in the New York Review of Books, “His criminals didn’t become what they were out of any fondness for vice. They just needed work, and that’s what was available.” This working-stiff ennui, coupled with a natural laconicism and ear for dialogue, is what renders Leonard’s stories so cinematic. As he wrote in the essay Elmore Leonard’s Ten Rules of Writing: “I try to leave out the parts that readers tend to skip.”

Clearly, Hollywood appreciated this omission. To date, roughly thirty films and TV series have been made from his books, some of which have been adapted more than once; Leonard himself wrote eight screenplays, though he shined most as an author; and many of our greatest contemporary directors have made their best films from his novels and short stories. Though all Leonard adaptations – even obvious lemons like “The Big Bounce” (2004, not 1969) – bear a whiff of his patented charisma, here’s my totally subjective list of the five best. Continue Reading →

Lithium Cinema: ‘I Smile Back’

It is hard to think of a better-titled film than “I Smile Back.” Ostensibly about the nervous breakdown of well-off housewife Laney Brooks (Sarah Silverman), it is also about the price we pay when we suppress our real responses – when we laugh at an unfunny joke, feign fascination when we’re bored to tears, repress our anger around a phony or a bully. When we smile back when we feel like screaming or crying.

Silverman, as it happens, possesses a wide variety of smiles in her arsenal. We’re well acquainted with many of them through her Emmy Award-winning stand-up: the lopsided smirk that precedes her best punch lines, the goofy grin she wears at her most salacious, the simpering that accompanies her nasal singsong. She employs all these and many more – leers, cry-smiles, heart-breaking beams – as Laney, who already is in the throes of a downward spiral when we are first introduced to her.

The mother of adorable elementary school-aged children Eli (Skylar Gaertner) and Janey (Shayne Coleman) and wife of insurance guru Bruce (Josh Charles), Laney lives in a sprawling New Jersey house that is too tasteful to be an outright McMansion and too sterile to be truly warm. She occupies it as gingerly as she occupies her fortysomething body, which she regards with great disappointment in the bathroom mirror right before she hoovers a line of cocaine, drives her kids to school in a shiny black SUV, and then has hot hotel room sex with someone else’s husband. Continue Reading →

The Allegory of ‘Room’

To write about “Room,” the much-heralded adaptation of Emma Donoghue’s Man Booker Prize-nominated 2010 novel (she also penned the screenplay), is to write yourself into “Room” with nary a trap door in sight. This is not to say that the film is a black hole, though the effort to avoid spoilers is overwhelming. It’s that this story occupies a sort of fairy tale back room, where we forever are held hostage by the terror of Alice falling down the hole or of Rapunzel trapped in her tower room.

The analogy of Rapunzel is more than apt, actually. “Room” is set in a 11-by-11-foot sealed, sound-proof garden shed called (of course) “Room,” in which a woman known only as Ma (Brie Larson) and her five-year-old son Jack (Jacob Tremblay) are confined. At first, we know very little. We don’t even know that Jack is a boy since he has long, long brown hair just like Ma. The two wake in the same bed, do their exercises, eat breakfast, and then pour over books together. Jack is fond of life in Room. We are introduced to his friends “lamp,” “blobby spoon,” and “rug,” and he and Ma stick to a routine in which they limit TV-watching time, take vitamins, and practice strict body and oral hygiene. But slowly we begin to grok the impossibility of their existence, especially when we realize Jack is still being breast-fed and visits “Wardrobe” every evening while an unseen man named Old Nick deactivates an alarm to enter Room and make a series of animal-like grunts. Slowly, the full horror of this situation dawns upon us: These two are prisoners, and Ma is being daily raped. Continue Reading →

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