September 5, 2013 |

Movie Review Special: Salinger And Touchy Feely

MOVIE REVIEW SPECIAL: SALINGER and TOUCHY FEELY

Post-Labor Day movies head into the final lap for Oscar consideration as the “awards season” unofficially kicks off this week with some interesting and fun films. While the hysterically funny HELL BABY and the fascinating and heartfelt documentary GOOD OL’ FREDA about The Beatles longtime trusted secretary/ friend/confidante/fan club president Freda Kelly, along with the insightful documentary OUR NIXON, (all of which are “Must Sees” and which I’ll be reviewing online), hit theatres this weekend, taking front and center stage for you readers are SALINGER, a portrait of a fascinating man, and TOUCHY FEELY, a sweetly emotional character study from Lynn Shelton.

SALINGER

Who hasn’t read “Catcher In The Rye”? Who in their youth (or even in the maturity of life) didn’t feel a connection with Holden Caulfield and by extension, his creator/ alter ego, J.D. Salinger? Who wasn’t, at some point, swept into the mystery of the oft-described recluse who is Salinger, either during his life or on his death in 2010? Let’s face it, J.D. Salinger is a part of the global collective consciousness. And now, over eight years in the making, writer/director Shane Salerno (“Armageddon”, “Alien vs. Predator”) brings us SALINGER, a documentary designed to titillate and scintillate with “never before seen images” and facts about the man.

While there is nothing salacious, earth-shattering or shocking revealed during the documentary’s 120+ minutes (but for perhaps Sylvia, Salinger’s first wife and a known Nazi), what Salerno does deliver is a sometimes insightful historical piece that although at times ambiguous and disjointed, is more telling about the jealousy, self-aggrandizement and too rare touching, wistful longings, of its various interview subjects, as opposed to revelations about Salinger himself.

Vacillating back and forth through time with manipulative jump cuts, through interviews and documented evidence, Salerno mostly reiterates what we already know about SALINGER. His privileged upbringing, his WWII service, his PTSD and resulting nervous breakdown, his refusal to have his books or short stories made into films (after one not so pleasant experience with Samuel Goldwyn, mind you), his move to Cornish, New Hampshire where he lived out the last 50 years of his life, the disgruntled daughter who has already written a less than kind biography, the broken heart thanks to Oona O’Neill, and his desire for anonymity. Some surprises, however, lie within commentary about his attraction to young girls and the insight into his time during the war, from D-Day to VE-Day and thereafter in the intelligence theater, the latter of which clearly shaped SALINGER’s world and his writing.

Where Salerno excels with his storytelling is through editing segments with some extremely touching and revealing interviews. Perhaps the most telling is that of Jean Miller, who at age 14 first met Salinger while vacationing in Daytona Beach, struck up a friendship with years of correspondence between the two, and then when she was 20 years old, initiated love-struck sex, only to lose her friendship. Loving respectful memories also come from a 65-year friend of Salinger’s, his former Army comrade who served with him from basic training to D-Day and into the post-war era performing intelligence. His insight into the mindset and horrors of what these men endured and survived is unfathomable and unshakeable, and like Miller’s memories, are more telling about who J.D. SALINGER was than anything else elicited in the documentary.

Heartbreaking and poignant, Miller’s personal touch and that of Sgt. Roderick outshines the commentary by talking head biographers like Paul Alexander who exude pompous airs speaking about a man they never knew but on whom they try to arm-chair analyze. Problematic are title cards identifying some of the interviewees as “Friend" of SALINGER, especially when we learn that Salinger wrote them off 50+ years ago because of an argument and never spoke to them again. Disgruntling is the time spent interviewing an aged rapid fan/wannabe writer who talks about what we would today call “the stalking” of Salinger. What will resonate for today’s culture, however, is observant thoughtful reflection by Martin Sheen and an endearing snippet of John Cusack, the Lloyd Dobbler embodiment of youth, talking about carrying around a copy of “Catcher” in his pocket in his own youth. Charming touches.

Thanks to an extreme brevity of photographs of Salinger post-1965, Salerno rehashes the same few at every opportunity while inserting some smoke-and-mirror dramatic re-enactments of a dark-haired man at a typewriter or pacing in a room.

While Salerno goes to great lengths to further the mystery of SALINGER, even equating him to Howard Hughes, noticeably absent are mention of Salinger's lawsuits and legal wranglings over the years - especially overseas - with books, unauthorized "sequels", use of character names, etc. - which in and of itself tells much about how protective he was of his work and the perception of it, and how controlling he was. These cinematic omissions also speak volumes as to how much of a recluse Salinger was NOT. He was very in tune with everything. He designed his own mystique; one of the greatest self-generated PR manipulations of the century. Yet, Salerno avoids addressing these facts in SALINGER. He also similarly omits any direct statements or quotations from Salinger himself or his writings. To fill in these gaps and others, one may want to consider reading the companion biography book by Salerno and co-author David Shields which also heralds some fun revelations, among them, that SALINGER had only one testicle. Much more comprehensive than the film itself, the biography calls on over 200 interviews, more than 100 photos and access to never before seen diaries, letters and legal records, creating a truly definitive and fascinating portrait of this American legend.

Whether or not the SALINGER post-script comes to fruition remains to be seen. Are there countless works waiting for publication through a trust set up to administer copyrights for all of his existing works and oversee publication of those previously unpublished, among them, a romance novel, a novel based on his days in post-war intelligence, a Caulfield history and a Glass family history? If information is correct, we’ll find out between 2015 and 2020.

Despite its shortcomings, SALINGER is not only interesting, but enlightening for those unfamiliar with this voice of a generation. And it helps us to understand; understand why this man who intimately understood people, walked away from them for 50 years.

TOUCHY FEELY

TOUCHY FEELY is by far the most emotionally complex of Lynn Shelton’s films. Delving deeper into structured relationships and scripted story and dialogue structure, TOUCHY FEELY is steeped in a warmth that at times defies description while celebrating human interaction and family dynamics. Known for her typically improved and unscripted films - HUMPDAY and YOUR SISTER’S SISTER - the progression of Shelton’s storytelling skills are clearly enhanced by using a more scripted story. There is a clarity of thought and clear cut character development for each and every character with each actually more fully engaging and intertwining with one another than we have seen in Shelton’s past films - - which I find surprising. Standout is the bit of mystery Shelton develops thanks to the physiological transferences between her main characters, siblings Abby and Paul. Beautifully portrayed are the effects that their physiological changes have on those near and dear to each.

Abby and Paul are the most unlikely of siblings. Abby, a massage therapist, is warm-hearted, understanding and connects with people. Paul, on the other hand, is everything one would expect in a stereotypical cold-fish of a dentist; in fact, the word creepy comes to mind, not to mention, inept. Paul’s daughter Jenny works as his dental assistant and lives at home with him, yet has dreams and aspirations of escaping this hygienically boring world. As if the stars fall out of alignment, suddenly Abby can’t stand to touch anyone of have anyone touch her while Paul, the almost germophobic medical professional is able to lay his hands on patients and seemingly cure long-term physical aches and pains. As Abby and Paul undergo these profound physiologic and psychological changes, their individual paths of self-discovery affect not only each of them, but all those around them.

As Abby, Rosemarie DeWitt is luminous. Delivering what I believe is one of her best and most emotionally satisfying and fulfilling performances, DeWitt’s Abby is carefree, easy-going, loving. Watching Abby go a bit nutso when she suddenly can’t stand to touch skin or be touched is captivating to watch, due not only to DeWitt’s talents but some superb camera work and lensing that exacerbates the newfound repulsion and fear with a visually hallucinogenic slant.

Interesting is the casting of Josh Pais as Abby’s brother Paul. Never would one imagine them as sharing genes! As different as night and day, the sibling play is believable, albeit rather tame. But when it comes to Pais, instead of a film called TOUCHY FEELY, I kept thinking creepy crawly. He comes across as being mentally disabled and pedophile kind of “creepy”; something that makes it more than realistic as his having no dental patients! Yet, when Paul undergoes a spiritual transformation thanks to reiki healer, Bronwyn, Pais blossoms with an adorable and welcoming touch.

Problematic is that you never get a father-daughter vibe between Pais and Ellen Page who plays Paul’s daughter, Jenny. With the opening kitchen scene, one thinks they may be in some sort of May-December romance. The father-daughter element never truly emerges or feels true, even when dialogue finally elicits “Dad”. As for Page, her sweetness and vulnerability is embraceable and heartwarming while Page’s scenes with Tomo Nakayama’s Henry are beyond charming.

And speaking of Tomo Nakayama - what a voice! As Jenny’s friend Henry, and testament to the healing powers of Paul, Nakayama adds an adorable touch that is the perfect complement to Page. A singer unable to sing, thanks to Paul’s healing hands, we are treated to a beautiful song from Nakayama.

Being a film about relationships and the human condition, Shelton excels with the casting of Allison Janney and the creation of Bronwyn. Janney brings a generational wisdom and maternal figure to complete the “familial” picture. Just adore her performance. And her reiki training montage with Pais is beyond funny and entertaining. Rounding out the cast is Scoot McNairy as Abby’s boyfriend Jesse who, actually, just makes your heart melt in his scenes with Page rather than DeWitt. A very reflective and thoughtful performance comes courtesy of Ron Livingston, DeWitt’s real-life husband, as Abby’s former lover who returns home for a trip down memory lane.

Shelton softly sends a message about embracing those you love and the life around you while putting ghosts of the past to rest. The scenes between Ron Livingston and DeWitt are warm and poignant and metaphorically clear the air of Abby’s past as if sage was being burned.

As comes as no surprise, Shelton calls on the talents of Ben Kasulke as her cinematographer. Clean and unfettered. Lighting is light and soft. Abby’s reminiscences are golden hued and warm as are scenes in Bronwyn’s home. And John Lavin, who also worked with Shelton on YOUR SISTER’S SISTER, creates distinctive and symbiotic production design capturing elements of the generations and each character.

TOUCHY FEELY is a warm and fuzzy celebration of Lynn Shelton’s maturing as a filmmaker.

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