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(500) Days of Summer

I Want the One I Can’t Have

August 21st, 2009

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It’s in an elevator that Tom knows Summer is the one.

As they ascend to the office of the greeting card company where they both work, Tom Hansen (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) nonchalantly bops along to The Smiths’ jaunty, jangly “There is a Light That Never Goes Out” gently escaping from his earbuds. Summer Finn (Zooey Deschanel) is new to the office but has been noticed by anyone attracted to a fetching fringe, including Tom, who’s besotted at first sight. She hears the song, perks up, says how much she adores The Smiths, and begins to quietly, instinctually, sing along to one of his favorite bands. He’s thinking duets; she’s thinking, “Where did my copy of ‘Meat is Murder’ go?”

That’s because “(500) Days of Summer” has almost instantly let the viewer know in omniscient narration that he isn’t the one for her.

So The Smiths are like the houseband for the tone of the film. With a complex mélange of styles and emotions, their songs can be effervescently romantic and sly with an up-tempo rhythm section thumping out a sprightly beat; but then the tunes can become demonstrably maudlin as the guitar sidles around despairing, longing lyrics. If you’re mourning a relationship’s demise, an empathic Morrissey, simultaneously vulnerable and defiant, understands why you’re mewling at the rainy window pane. Director Marc Webb successfully chooses an intriguing storytelling device to capture the ever changing moods of Tom and Summer’s fated love affair that mimics the band’s spirit without taking on the full despondent histrionics of a Smiths track. Instead of a standard linear approach, Webb, who makes a fine feature-film debut, jumps in between days, capturing the undulations of the romantic to and fro, so that random days throughout the 500 of the relationship keep popping up. Just from the beginning, day 290 is followed by days 1, 3, 4, and 8, with a leap to day 154 and then back down to day 11. The back and forth isn’t dizzying. Webb and writers Scott Neustadter and Michael Weber nicely and understandably weave between the ecstasy of the earliest getting-to-know-yous and the anguish of a couple fraying into the past tense. And while Tom’s trauma crouches coiled with just-around-the-corner expectation, “(500) Days of Summer” is still a decidedly fanciful, funny and romantic film. Blessed with a sensational soundtrack which includes Mumm-Ra, Carla Bruni and The Pixies, the movie is sweetly crafted by moments such as an uproarious musical number choreographed to a Hall & Oates ditty, a “Seventh Seal” parody that executes a new laugh for an old gag, and a trip to IKEA which goofs on domesticity. Cinematographer Eric Steelberg drapes Los Angeles with a timeless, dreamy charm. The ageless vibe is accentuated when Tom, who owns a car, takes the train up the coast where he unexpectedly runs into Summer onboard. However, despite the marching bands, the clever Belle and Sebastian references and the slow dances at a co-worker’s reception, the bittersweet is never too far removed; day 34 is grafted right next to day 303.

But, quite frankly, “(500) Days” is also an opportunity for the best American actor under the age of 30 to excel in expanding his repertoire, and, hopefully, his following. An industry veteran since childhood, Gordon-Levitt found fame in the 1990s as the precocious Tommy Solomon on “3rd Rock from the Sun” and the smitten Cameron in “10 Things I Hate about You.” But then the Californian put his career on hiatus, set off to New York, and enrolled at Columbia. He returned to Los Angeles grown up and invigorated, conscientiously taking on complex roles with a ferocious zeal, as though he spent his days back East sitting in Washington Square Park reading Baudelaire, listening to Bad Brains. It’s a resume of small budgets and vast rewards; with “Mysterious Skin,” “Brick,” “The Lookout,” and now “(500) Days” he’s put together one of the most impressive catalogues of perceptive performances this decade.

Too damaged to be cute, and too disinterested in a personal trainer to be a hunk, Gordon-Levitt is his own construal of handsome. He has a naturally saturnine face with wounded eyes that can thin easily into cynical slits and a tight mouth gifted for emoting melancholy. He has the presence of being young and old at once, and in “(500) Days” Gordon-Levitt blends these attributes in an unaffected, versatile portrayal of yearning. Trained as an architect, Tom has been sidetracked by toiling, successfully, for more than three years as a greeting card writer. Gordon-Levitt doesn’t play Tom as either angry or tortured; he’s pining for a partner and dissatisfied with his job, but he’s relatable in both his wisdom and his naivety. The Joy Division T-shirt fits hand-in-glove but the script and his discerning performance don’t oversell the self loathing of someone whose Hallmark aphorisms ring mockingly hollow to their own life.

The story doesn’t give Summer an opportunity to expound like it gives Tom. It’s one sided, but it’s the point (and the title) of the film; this is about Tom. He’s got two buddies to share his thoughts with as the relationship vacillates, and even a wise prepubescent little sister. So when Summer says to Tom, “we’re just friends,” we meet none of hers. A meaningful split screen sequence of expectations and reality isn’t the expected “he said/she said” but an insightful view into Tom’s competing visions. Already on the shortlist of the screen’s cutest chanteuses, Deschanel – with Hockney blue eyes as startling and vast as Crater Lake – is a credit to her role as the It girl for the IT crowd and shares an admirable, touching chemistry with Gordon-Levitt, who proves with her assistance that he’s got leading man flair along with his already established acting prowess.

Perhaps only Ryan Gosling resonates as a contemporary of comparable talent to Gordon-Levitt. (You could even see the two trading roles successfully; Gordon-Levitt flourishing in “Lars and the Real Girl” with Gosling succeeding in “The Lookout.”) While granite-chiseled lunks like Channing Tatum, Paul Walker and Shia LeBeouf have been hogging the box office this year, it would be heartening to see an actor of the pedigree of Gordon-Levitt, who assiduously and consistently selects his vital roles in engaging and lingering films, gain wider appeal. If one is wondering when this should be, then, in the words of The Smiths, “How soon is now?”


The Brothers Bloom

Pick a Cad, Any Cad

July 10th, 2009

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With comic canapés of verbal wit and visual gags, “The Brothers Bloom” is a lively globe-trotting caper with contrasting brothers on their supposed last con. It’s also a touching study of sibling dynamics, and even a sweet romance between trickster and target. Whichever angle a viewer chooses – and the misdirection of the swindle affords ample investigation of the serpentine storylines – the smart sophomore effort from Rian Johnson is a fetching delight manifested with enough depth to avoid being frivolous.

Launched with a snappy opening flashback of the brothers Stephen and Bloom as itinerant foster kids (and accentuated by the melodious narration of Ricky Jay), the film underscores the titular pair’s disparate view of the grifter’s life; at 13, the elder Stephen is the assured schemer; Bloom, younger by three years, is thoughtful and ambivalent. Twenty five years later, after another successful duping, the brothers are lining up the drinks in a present-day Berlin nightclub with a striking Weimar Republic vibe. They are joined by their Campari swilling explosives cohort Bang Bang (played beguilingly by “Babel’”s Rinko Kikuchi). But Bloom isn’t celebrating. (The look of this scene highlights a particularly effective aspect of the film. Clearly set in modern times – a main character drives a canary yellow Lamborghini Diablo, erratically – “The Brothers Bloom” has the distinct feel of an evocative bygone era. The brothers wear black suits, their heads generally topped with derby hats, and travel by steamer and train. Johnson and his skillful crew – cinematographer Steve Yedlin, set decorator Sophie Newman, and costume designer Beatrix Aruna Pasztor – make sure the pre-WWII vibe isn’t just coy retro.)

The disillusioned Bloom (Adrian Brody) desires “an unwritten life,” where unscripted chance and happenstance supplant his brother’s conjuring. Stephen is sanguine, intelligent and manipulative. Unleashing his shrewd charm, he convinces Bloom to undertake a final orchestrated scenario. (Mark Ruffalo’s cocky and cool Stephen wouldn’t go amiss in “The Sting.”)

So the trio descends on New Jersey and the palatial estate of their last mark, Penelope Stamp (a wonderfully expressive and cleverly funny Rachel Weisz), an unconventional socialite earnestly mastering her myriad hobbies – playing the harp, unicycling, and juggling, to name but a few – in the vast rooms and hallways of her home, alone. The antithesis of the brothers, Penelope experiences life whimsically with no planning, just doing. She’s not unhinged; merely not moored.

She immediately bewitches Bloom. As played by Brody, who’s blessed with a pliable face and a strong whisper, and carries on from the fine work of “The Darjeeling Limited,” the younger, vulnerable brother is endearing. Bloom is conflicted and smitten as he tries to warn Penelope that “this isn’t an adventure.” With a beaming face crimped with wonder, she sums up their escapade, and the movie. “What are you talking about? It totally is.”

As the courtship deepens and the international con becomes mazier, mysterious interlopers of enigmatic intent appear. Robbie Coltrane is “The Curator,” a colluding Belgian played as a shotgun-wielding Hercule Poirot. And the estimable Maximilian Schell clearly revels in his role as Diamond Dog, the brothers’ mentor and rival. He materializes in an outré´ tumult of hair, beard and cloak; his face accentuated by a wildly baubled eyepatch.

Supremely entertaining, “The Brothers Bloom” is enlivened by Johnson’s jaunty, briskly-paced direction. As both director and screenwriter, he deftly juggles the multitudinous elements with a flair for sustained storytelling as the foursome traverse around the world from Montenegro to Prague, St. Petersburg and Mexico. With this film, Johnson shows himself to be a master of meaningful mischief. The consummate quality of “The Brothers Bloom” means that that I eagerly want to check out this emerging talent’s first film — 2005’s well regarded high school noir “Brick” — and keenly anticipate his next project, the hit-men, time travel sci-fi flick “Looper.”