No Way Out
Once you get past its negligible plot, scant dialogue, and almost zero action, Gus Van Sant's elliptical rendering of the final hours in the troubled life of a grunge musician is rarely boring. That may seem like a backhanded compliment, but given the absence of such customary cinematic conventions as story line and character development,Last Days shouldn't be half as engrossing as it turns out to be.
More observation than character study, the film doesn't even try to get into the head of its existentially angst-ridden protagonist. Most viewers will enter the theater fully aware that the film is based on -- Van Sant prefers "inspired by" -- the death of Nirvana front-man Kurt Cobain, who committed suicide in 1994 at age 27. It's the final entrée in Van Sant's trilogy of movies based on newspaper stories -- the first two being Gerry, about two friends who get lost while hiking in the desert, and Elephant, about a Columbine-like school shooting. Like Last Days, neither of those films examines the whys of the situations they present, and Elephant is the only one of the three that really reaches out emotionally.
Here, we see Blake (The Dreamers' Michael Pitt), the melancholy, drug-addicted recluse at the story's center, as he wanders through what seems like an unremarkable day. He walks in the woods outside his dilapidated, sparsely furnished country mansion, cooks macaroni and cheese, writes music, avoids erstwhile friends, ignores the ringing telephone, and patiently listens to a door-to-door salesman hoping to sell advertising space in the new phone book. We're not asked to identify with Blake but rather merely to observe him. His inner turmoil and the reasons for it can only be presumed, for he never articulates his feelings, and his face never betrays any emotion. Or, if it does, we're not privy to it. A ubiquitous clump of blond hair obscures his face like velvet curtains drawn across a stage -- and with much the same result: He can peek out, but no one can see in. He is usually glimpsed in wide shots anyway or from the back. Or with only his torso, arms, and legs exposed.
Blake could be any artist -- any person at all, for that matter -- who suddenly recognizes the wisdom behind the adage "be careful what you wish for..." Success does not automatically bring happiness, and fame can't heal deep psychic wounds.
Giving arguably his best performance to date, Pitt has dropped the annoying posturing that has marred so many of his earlier roles. His characterization here is based almost entirely on his physical presence: slouched posture; rambling, sometimes lurching gait; and movements that seem at once kinetic and in slow motion. They suggest a man who is both distracted and intensely focused.
The cinematography, by Harris Savides (who also shot Elephant), maintains an emotional distance; the camera remains in one spot -- locked in some unremarkable, static wide shot or accompanied by a slow dolly move that proves equally all-inclusive. We are peering at a scene, but we are never in it.
Oddly enough, we are conscious of the noises surrounding Blake -- wind rustling through the trees, twittering birds, a flowing river, the clang of a nearby train -- in a way we probably wouldn't be if the characters did more talking. The sounds inject a certain warmth into these scenes, providing a break from the isolation that otherwise permeates the film, though they're not enough to lend any sense of connectedness with Blake.
The other characters that revolve around him -- mainly his hanger-on friends, played by Lukas Haas, Asia Argento, Nicole Vicius, and Scott Green -- make an impression only to the extent that they seem to be using him without offering anything in return. Certainly, they are part of his problem.
Last Days never tries to get inside Blake's head or to understand his confusion or unhappiness, though it encourages us to psychoanalyze him from afar. It's not so much emotionally cold as it is achingly neutral. It doesn't answer any questions or dispel any mysteries, but somehow, it compels you to watch. Might even stick with you for a while.
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