Visions of Grandeur

Inside the Beautiful Mind of John Nash lies madness and magic

Appropriately, A Beautiful Minddoes not offer a literal translation of the life of John Forbes Nash Jr., the mathematician whose work on game theory won him a Nobel Prize in 1994. The film leaves out significant events, people, and places; it amalgamates central figures, disguises prominent locations, and hides the tinge of scandal that made Nash less a tragic saint than a damaged giant who, in time, would come to insist he was "the left foot of God on Earth." Rather, Akiva Goldsman's adaptation of Sylvia Nasar's 1998 biography of Nash -- the "mysterious West Virginia genius" whose mind slowly split in half as a result of schizophrenia -- is a loose variation on the truth, a hazy alteration of well-documented facts. It makes tangible the madness that clouds a great man's mind -- an illness that replaced Nash's ability to knowthe answer to an unsolvable problem just by looking at it with wild fictions that reduced him, for a long while, to a sad, hulking shell. But for all its modifications, the film is no less profound than the book upon which it's based.

A Beautiful Mindstands alone among the films the studios held back for last year's end, when so-called Oscar candidates, so smugly serious and pretentiously overlong, are left to fill the holiday schedule. It's everything most movies last year were not: deeply felt, genuine, gracious. It's the film Cameron Crowe's Vanilla Skywanted to be but isn't because it has so little faith in its audience -- a movie about the muddled life of the fractured mind, where reality is an empty, useless word. For the longest time, we have no idea what's real and what isn't to John Nash, who, at least early in his life, sees resolution where others perceive only chaos. Goldsman and director Ron Howard (who at long last delivers a film worthy of his beloved reputation) place us inside Nash's head until we feel as dizzy and baffled and frustrated as he -- even those who go in knowing the outcome of his life's story.

The film opens on the Princeton campus in 1947, where a young Nash (played by Russell Crowe as though he's hiding a remarkable secret) has come to prove himself the greatest mind of his generation; he is standoffish and self-absorbed, unable and unwilling to make friends of his fellow students. "I don't like people," he explains through a soft Suth'n accent and the mischievous smile of a man who knows everything but feels nothing, "and they don't like me." One classmate describes him as a man with two brains and half a heart; Nash, a shuffling mass of tics, concurs, insisting he's well-balanced only because "I have a chip on bothshoulders." He has but one friend on campus, a roommate named Charles (A Knight's Tale's Paul Bettany), and theirs is a peculiar relationship -- that, more or less, of a man and his muse.

Nash, a man without Ivy League pedigree, wants only to matter, and when he makes his mark with a doctoral thesis about game theory, he is unable to distinguish between accomplishment and its attendant recognition. To him, it was merely inevitable he would be recognized as a genius.

In 1953, Nash is called upon by the government to crack Russian codes, which he can do by staring endlessly at seemingly random strings of letters. His acumen brings him to the attention of a man in black named Parcher (Ed Harris), who insists to Nash that the Russians are communicating to each other in newspaper articles and ads; in time, Nash comes to find meaning in everything, no matter how meaningless. For him, there is no such thing as coincidence -- and for a while, we are left to wonder whether such work has indeed rendered him crazy and paranoid. Inevitably, it takes a toll on his life and love for Alicia Lardes (a remarkable Jennifer Connelly), the student who seduced, then married, the teacher.

In time, Nash is committed to a mental hospital, where Dr. Rosen (Christopher Plummer) diagnoses him as a schizophrenic. He's forced to endure shock treatment, and the bright light inside him dies a little; Crowe's face grows slack, his eyes dim, his body goes flaccid. In the years to follow, he will come back to life and reopen his eyes, if only to stare down the demons who've taken shape. But the John Nash of Princeton 1947 is but a myth -- a half-forgotten legend, at least until the 1980s and '90s, when his theories have become so much a part of the culture that they're taken for granted.

As a romance, between a madman and the woman who idolized him and loved him and never left him even after his descent into illness, it's wrenching. As a thriller, about Nash's secretive work for the government and its shadowy operatives, it's captivating. And in the end, it's a film about which one doesn't want to say too much; it plays almost like The Sixth Sense, where things seen aren't always to be believed. What could well have been a lachrymose exercise, of the sort Howard's known for fashioning, is instead as haunting and long-lasting as a reverie -- or a hallucination perhaps. Appropriate, indeed.

 
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