The Last of Robin Hood Wrestles With a Star's Underaged Love
Fanning, Kline: Defying moral judgment.
If older man/younger women matchups make many people uncomfortable, the older man/much younger women combo tends to make them apoplectic. It would be impossible for Nabokov to publish Lolita today, now that all of life, and all of art, must be arranged, categorized, and restricted as a way of protecting not just our children but also our own easily offended sensibilities. Lolita is supposed to make us feel uncomfortable, but Lolita is, at least, a work of fiction. What are we to make of a 48-year-old man who takes up with an underaged girl in real life? More to the point, how do you make a movie about it without being either sensationalistic or moralistic?
Richard Glatzer and Wash Westmoreland pull it off in The Last of Robin Hood, which covers the final two years in the life of Errol Flynn, who died in 1959, at age 50, reportedly in the arms of his 17-year-old lover, a sometime actress and dancer named Beverly Aadland. At the time, the press splashed out all the tawdry details; tabloids today would have an even bigger field day. But Glatzer and Westmoreland don't milk scandal for moral purpose. Instead, they allow their actors — Kevin Kline, Dakota Fanning, and Susan Sarandon — the space and freedom to give shape to a story that's less about victimization than about the complexities of feeling and sexual desire.
The movie opens with the news of Flynn's death. Reporters swarm an airport, awaiting the arrival of the woman who was with him when he died: Fanning's Beverly, a self-aware moon child with candy-floss hair, steps from the aircraft and blinks at the scene in front of her, clearly distressed. A middle-aged woman waves and calls to her, as if she, like the hungry reporters, were currying the girl's favor: Florence Aadland (Sarandon, in a wily, multilayered performance), Beverly's mother, wears an expression of maternal concern, though her self-serving motives become increasingly clear. Eventually, she'll be the one to blab the story of Beverly's two-year relationship with Flynn, while her daughter mutely struggles to preserve her own privacy.
The Last of Robin Hood
The Last of Robin Hood, starring Kevin Kline, Susan Sarandon, Dakota Fanning, Bryan Batt, Max Casella, Jason Davis, and Matt Kane. Written and directed by Richard Glatzer and Wash Westmoreland. Opens Friday at Classic Gateway Theatre (1820 E. Sunrise Blvd., Fort Lauderdale; 954-763-7994; thegatewaytheatre.com), Living Room Theaters, FAU Main Campus (777 Glades Road, Boca Raton; 561-549-2600; fau.livingroomtheaters.com), Movies of Delray (7421 W. Atlantic Ave., Delray Beach; 561-638-0020; moviesofdelray.com), and Movies of Lake Worth (7380 Lake Worth Road, Lake Worth; 561-968-4545; moviesofdelray.com).
The story flashes back to Beverly's first meeting with Flynn (Kline), a self-described devil with an unapologetic taste for the ladies, often very young ones. Beverly has been in show business for years — she looks older than her 15 years, and she's been known to lie about her age to get dancing gigs in Las Vegas. Flynn spots her on the lot — she's in the chorus of a Gene Kelly movie — and, in this film's most sinister moment, sends his pal, costume designer Orry Kelly (Bryan Batt), to fetch her. He flatters her and offers her an audition, which turns out to be — no surprise — hardly an audition at all. He brings her to his bachelor-pad mansion and, in what can only be described as an instance of date rape, forces himself on her. She cries in the backseat as she's driven home, a moment that feels true to the experience of the real-life Aadland, as she described it in People magazine in 1988: "I felt used and abused, but I also felt, hey, I'm grown-up now."
Flynn, as it turns out, is truly taken with Beverly. (He'd also presumed she was 18.) The next day, he sees her and pursues her again, trailing her with apologies. She stands her ground, knowing she's been taken advantage of. You can disapprove of what comes next, but as Fanning and Kline play it, it's so believable it defies moral judgment: Beverly falls in love with Flynn, and as a means of ensuring that their relationship can continue, he (platonically) woos Florence too, treating her to nights on the town as her daughter's chaperone, though he always finds ways to get Beverly alone behind closed doors.
The Last of Robin Hood makes the case that Beverly Aadland — who died in 2010, at age 67 — was damaged more by her mother, who used her daughter's "fame" to grab the spotlight for herself, than by Flynn. The tenderness between Flynn and Beverly, as they're played here, feels genuine: As Beverly, Fanning has the demeanor of a grave elf. She's neither conniver nor naïf — she's a young woman who fell into a relationship that many would call ill-advised.
But it's Kline who anchors the movie, swan-diving into Flynn's complexities without making excuses for him. Kline is a star born in the wrong time, perhaps, too debonair for an era in which the most elegant, romantic characters we can think of spring from comic books. Kline was born to wear that little Errol Flynn mustache, so delicately and meticulously shaped, like a trim black seagull on the wing. Here, looking completely at home with an ascot tied jauntily at the throat, he radiates a joyous, not-ungenerous hedonism. You could accurately call Flynn a womanizer — but then, what is a womanizer, exactly? A man who goes out with lots of women, serially? Who woos them by making them feel good about themselves? Who "takes advantage" of women, as if they were delicate flowers incapable of thinking or feeling for themselves? Kline plays Flynn as a guy freewheeling his way, fast, through life, but who was nonetheless capable of being surprised by love. Would you trust him alone with your young daughter? Certainly not, though who could blame her for being captivated? In this day and age especially, a good roué is hard to find.
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