Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ten years after "the scandal" -- and its negative effect on the size of his audiences and his power and independence -- Woody Allen broke his long-time avoidance of the Oscar telecast with his pro-New York standup shtick at this year's ceremony. The positive audience response suggested that all is forgiven... the industry still loves Woody... they don't really believe he molested a ten-year-old. It seemed like a big step forward in the rehabilitation of his public image. Sadly, Hollywood Ending may erase that gain.
Like any Allen film -- excepting the self-consciously "serious" ones -- Hollywood Ending has a number of clever plot contrivances and first-rate zingers. It may not even be the worst film Allen has made. But it's the ways in which it's bad that make it so dispiriting an experience, particularly for those of us who are diehard fans.
The film's classic, Hollywood-style farce premise has substantial promise. Val Waxman (Allen) is a once-mighty director who has fallen on hard times. He has two Oscars under his belt, but his neurotic, artistic temperament and, even more, his out-of-control hypochondria have rendered him unemployable. Reduced to shooting TV commercials, he is thrilled when his agent, Al (director Mark Rydell, as usual more effective in front of the camera than behind it), sends him a terrific script called The City that Never Sleeps -- a project that would be perfect for Val, the quintessential director of New York-centric movies.
Of course, there's a catch: The film will be a production of Galaxy Pictures, run by Hal (Treat Williams), the very studio boss for whom Val's ex-wife, Ellie (Téa Leoni), left him. In fact, it's Ellie -- now a Galaxy executive -- who pushes for Val to get this last big chance to salvage his reputation. Hal agrees that Val is perfect for the material and isn't bothered by the prospect of Ellie and Val working together, but he is reluctant based on Val's recent track record. Even so, Hal is swayed by Ellie and gives Val the job.
Things seem relatively hopeful until a few days before shooting begins, when Val, true to form, suddenly goes psychosomatically blind. If word gets out, he's finished, so Al persuades him to forge ahead with the movie, pretending to still have his sight -- an absurd plan that requires a conspiracy involving Al, the Chinese translator, and eventually Ellie. High jinks ensue.
While the subject matter bears some resemblance to Bullets over Broadway, which still stands as Allen's best film since "the scandal," his intent here seems much lighter. That is, there are no big themes being worked out through the story, no great insights into art or the nature of genius. Which is just fine; the same could be said of all of his "early, funny films," as well as of the more recent Curse of the Jade Scorpion and Small Time Crooks. Neither of those last two was a masterpiece, but no one was likely to find them embarrassing either.
What's particularly scary about Hollywood Ending, however, is that its flaws are exactly the sort of problems that often afflict aging directors, flaws that we've never seen in Allen before -- bad comic timing, slack pacing, an unsteady control of tone, a reliance on jokes that have long since become clichés.
While other Allen misfires suggested a great artist having a bad day, Hollywood Ending is the first Allen film to suggest a great artist losing it altogether. On top of that, there's the ever-recurring issue of the autobiographical content in Allen's work. He constantly denies it while crafting films that make the connections unavoidable. Here, it's not just the ways in which Val's loss of power is an exaggerated version of Allen's own ebb over the past ten years.
In that light, it's impossible not to grimace when Val says, "The heart is very unpredictable," a minor paraphrase of Allen's infamous explanation way back when for his romance with Soon-Yi. And that brings us to the matter of Allen's casting of himself. He may be the best performer of his own work, but the age disparity between Allen and his leading ladies gets more distracting with every film. They're getting younger as he gets older: first Tracy Ullman (24 years difference), then Helen Hunt (28 years), and now Leoni (31 years); not to mention the other two romantic objects in the film, Debra Messing (33 years) and Tiffani Thiessen (39 years -- younger even than Soon-Yi!). It's a valid issue that his on-screen pairings look so inappropriate -- Diane Keaton and Mia Farrow were only ten years his junior. The film Allen is currently shooting has him costarring with Christina Ricci. Please, please say that she's playing his granddaughter, not his girlfriend.
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