Monday, September 29, 2014

Art is Synesthetic


Preface

As Dr. Ron Art took sufficient shape for me to launch it via a Facebook page three years ago, I wanted to share my Art Manifesto.  This manifesto isn't just a set of beliefs about art, but also a proposal about the very nature of art.  Physicists work at discovering the immutable laws of the universe, and in a similar way I work at crystallizing some fundamental truths about art.  More broadly, art is an integral component of The Tripartite Model, along with science and religion.

My Art Manifesto
  1. Art is cross-art by nature
  2. Art is always autobiographical
  3. Art is sensuous
  4. Art is synesthetic
  5. Art is never completely original
  6. Art has value
Dr. Ron Art is a sizable complex with five main wings, under which several projects are at various stages of progress:
My Art Manifesto is the undercurrent for these projects.  This is the fourth of six articles, where I introduce this manifesto. 



I have this pet idea that (a) we work at art is sensuous, that is, heightening our five senses for any stimuli around us.  Then (b) we cross the usual pairing of sense and stimulus, and now it's art is synesthetic Synesthesia is a neurological condition, where sense-stimulus pairings are scrambled, for example, hearing colors or seeing music.
Some synesthetes often report that they were unaware their experiences were unusual until they realized other people did not have them, while others report feeling as if they had been keeping a secret their entire lives.  The automatic and ineffable nature of a synesthetic experience means that the pairing may not seem out of the ordinary. This involuntary and consistent nature helps define synesthesia as a real experience. Most synesthetes report that their experiences are pleasant or neutral, although, in rare cases, synesthetes report that their experiences can lead to a degree of sensory overload.

Though often stereotyped in the popular media as a medical condition or neurological aberration, many synesthetes themselves do not perceive their synesthetic experiences as a handicap. To the contrary, some report it as a gift—an additional "hidden" sense—something they would not want to miss. Most synesthetes become aware of their distinctive mode of perception in their childhood. Some have learned how to apply their ability in daily life and work. Synesthetes have used their abilities in memorization of names and telephone numbers, mental arithmetic, and more complex creative activities like producing visual art, music, and theater.
Reference: Synesthesia.


That's stupid.  Numbers don't have colors, they have personalities!
Of course, synesthesia isn't the purview of art alone.  I love what Alex relates at the end: Fellow synesthetes have very different orientations to numbers, so their gatherings have the makings of a friendly fight.

I don't view synesthesia as a medical problem, though it can be, if a person is disturbed by it and it affects his or her day-to-day functioning.  By and large, though, synesthetes who may or may not be artists clearly find it pleasant and normal.  I imagine that in general established artists or would-be artists have a greater degree of synesthesia than non-artists. 

Imagine the creative possibilities

Five years ago I was at Happy Hour with a couple of friends in Dubai, and I must've mentioned synesthesia.  They didn't know what it was, so I explained it and mentioned it as a hallmark of art.  I met them in an acting class, so like me they were artistic sorts and they were duly intrigued by its being an art manifesto.

I promised to write a poem about it:

They say, true synesthesia is involuntary –
Like twitch of muscle fibers, firing of nerve cells,
Molecular activity of momentary
But frequent ringing of cross-stimulating bells.

But I do not conceive this as neurologists
For science claims too much of human mantelpiece,
Or relegate to armchairs of psychologists
(Though I am one) this cross-emotional release.

So, dear, who truly owns this synesthesic power?
The artist!  Let’s begin with sight.  For eyes have might
To hear the music in Picasso, feel the hour
Shorten upon the skin from images at night. 

Consider hearing.  Enter Mozart opera –
“The Magic Flute” singspiel that is a rousing texture
On fingertips, a harlequin to camera
Of colors from dramatic notes-and-words admixture.

Now, smell.  The fragrant hyacinths across the field
May give rise to a spread of roasted lamb, merlot
And crème brûlée – for flavor is as much the yield
Of fragrance as of succulence, tied with a bow.

Taste, then.  Cold water on the palate in the heat
Of equatorial summers is to bathe in springs
Collecting from the mountaintops, down to their feet,
Where rushing, falling is what water also sings. 
 
Last but not least, is touch.  For lovers, all the world
Is synesthesia.  Were they simply left alone
To stroke each other’s face, we’d see the cherubs twirl,
Hear oud play, breathe perfume, lap Häagen-Dazs’s cone.   

So, there, the sensual artist is the king and queen,
Whose living fully rules each momentary scene.

Synesthesia © Ron Villejo

So how about synesthesia in short film, music video, and training and education?


I love the bits about listening to fruits and vegetables, meat and eggs, then himself.  Toasting, cooking and eating books.  Herds of cats coming out of the speakers.


The lyrics and singing are terrible, but the visuals and music are catchy.  The Hindu holiday of Holi - the festival of colors - is a nice touch.


I like the notion of metaphor as seeing the similar in dissimilar things.  But imagine the work of researchers in synesthesia, applied as training and education for all art students.  There is evidence that our brain is very plastic, that is, pliable and changeable.  So we could adopt neurological applications for children, teenagers and adults, and thereby build up their artistry, creativity and innovation, and reshape their (our) brain for a meaningful good. 

Friday, September 19, 2014

Art is Sensuous


Preface

As Dr. Ron Art took sufficient shape for me to launch it via a Facebook page three years ago, I wanted to share my Art Manifesto.  This manifesto isn't just a set of beliefs about art, but also a proposal about the very nature of art.  Physicists work at discovering the immutable laws of the universe, and in a similar way I work at crystallizing some fundamental truths about art.  More broadly, art is an integral component of The Tripartite Model, along with science and religion.

My Art Manifesto
  1. Art is cross-art by nature
  2. Art is always autobiographical
  3. Art is sensuous
  4. Art is synesthetic
  5. Art is never completely original
  6. Art has value
Dr. Ron Art is a sizable complex with five main wings, under which several projects are at various stages of progress:
My Art Manifesto is the undercurrent for these projects. This is the third of six articles, where I introduce this manifesto.



Touch

Nicholas Cage as Seth and Meg Ryan as Maggie in `City of Angels (1998) have a moment at the library.  She feels him hold her hand and run a finger on her palm.  She had questioned his feeling that she was an excellent doctor, and had tacitly dismissed such praise from the stranger.  In one regard, this beautiful, poignant film is her story, she who is first baffled and skeptical, then shifts from science (analytical and skeptical) to art (experiential and authentic).  At the end, she glides on a kind of ribbon of religion, where she lives life fully, with the wind in her hair and the sun on her face.


Taste
As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste... as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy. 
From a passage in A Moveable Feast, by Earnest Hemingway, which Seth reads.

Sight

There is quite a lot in the following clip from `A Beautiful Mind (2001), where Russell Crowe as John and Jennifer Connelly as Alicia go a first date.  The visuals in general are arresting.  But if we believe that God is truly an artist, then the visuals of a Marc Chagall painting are as transcendent as Alicia sees it and also as stunning as she is.  At her behest, the geeky genius John sees a certain artistry in the cosmos. 


Self Portrait with Seven Fingers (1913), by Marc Chagall
Sound

Charlotte Church sings `All You Can Be, as the love theme, in a hauntingly beautiful voice.  In fact, the soundtrack James Horner is in and of itself sensuous. 


Scent

`Perfume: The Story of a Murderer is an unfortunate title for this lush and lavish 2006 film.  Indeed Ben Whishaw as Jean-Baptiste Grenouille does kill, in an effort to capture the intoxicating but elusive scent of a woman.  But his killings are simply one part of a rich story about his ungodly heightened sense of smell.  In reality, of course, we as the audience do not smell what he smells.  But through the filmmaker's craft and our imagination, it was quite easy for us to smell all that captivated Jean-Baptiste.


Finally, my poem on a stunningly fragrant, long lasting Casablanca Lily:


Not all pieces of art will engage our five senses equally.  But if we give free reign to all of our senses, then art as a whole rewards us with an inviolably sensuous experience.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Art is Always Autobiographical


Preface

As Dr. Ron Art took sufficient shape for me to launch it via a Facebook page three years ago, I wanted to share my Art Manifesto.  This manifesto isn't just a set of beliefs about art, but also a proposal about the very nature of art.  Physicists work at discovering the immutable laws of the universe, and in a similar way I work at crystallizing some fundamental truths about art.  More broadly, art is an integral component of The Tripartite Model, along with science and religion.

My Art Manifesto
  1. Art is cross-art by nature
  2. Art is always autobiographical
  3. Art is sensuous
  4. Art is synesthetic
  5. Art is never completely original
  6. Art has value
Dr. Ron Art is a sizable complex with five main wings, under which several projects are at various stages of progress:
My Art Manifesto is the undercurrent for these projects.  This is the second of six articles, where I introduce this manifesto.



Art draws from experience

The 2006 film `Open Window stars Robin Tunney as Izzy and Joel Edgerton as her fiance Peter.  Theirs is a down-to-earth, genuinely loving relationship, but when a stranger enters through a window she left ajar, and rapes her, their lives turn inside-out and upside-down.  The film was so disregarded that there wasn't even a Wikipedia entry, but nevertheless I found it emotionally powerful and artistically compelling.

   

Here is the story of its writer and director:
One night in 1989, Mia Goldman awakened to find a menacing stranger sitting on top of her, ordering her to keep her mouth shut or he would "shoot [her] brains out" with a gun he had placed on a nightstand.

At the time, Goldman, a film editor, was living in a two-story condominium in rural Virginia, on location with the film, "Crazy People." Her assailant revealed that he knew she was working on the movie, that he had been stalking her and that he had entered the condo through a downstairs window she had left open a crack for air.

Over the next five hours, he brutally raped, tortured and beat Goldman, covering her body with bruises and injuring her neck. In the aftermath, she developed a heart murmur, endured cervical surgeries, experienced flashbacks and other symptoms of post-traumatic stress syndrome and lost her boyfriend, who had tried to be kind but ultimately could not deal with his own feelings of trauma and violation.

Goldman says it took her six years to work through her depression and to heal, which she did with the help of her psychoanalyst, her family and her growing spiritual connection to Judaism. She drew on her experience to write and direct her debut feature, "Open Window," which premieres on Showtime July 16 at 8 p.m.

The intense, intimate drama revolves around Izzy (Robin Tunney), a struggling photographer, Izzy's fiancé, Peter (Joel Edgerton), and how their relationship unravels after she is raped by a man who enters her studio through an open window.

Both Izzy and Peter are devastated by the rape: "I wanted to show how the act violates not only the woman, but also the man -- and how it creates circles of pain that may extend to the entire family," Goldman says.
Reference:  Mia Goldman’s film is an ‘Open Window’ into trauma and recovery.

Art draws on empathy

I first heard of Rodrigo García as the director of the mysterious 2008 film Passengers, starring Anne Hathaway as Claire and Patrick Wilson as Eric, among unlikely survivors of a horrific airplane crash. It was a box office bomb, but I found it to be a well-scripted, well-acted, imaginative albeit creepy story of the after-life.

Breaking new ground with award-winning scripted dramas for the digital age
When I stumbled on the WIGS channel on YouTube, I was already acquainted with co-creator García.  I found myself enthralled with the fine, sensitive, empathic portrayal of women.  In fact all of the WIGS films are titled simply by the names of the women who lead a range of stories.  My favorite among all of them is the story of `Blue, with Julia Stiles, who struggles with a turbulent past of addiction and a double-life now as a mother and a call girl.  García's writing and directing are just brilliant.  Though it isn't a perfect effort for him, I'd definitely vouch for the fact that he nails these women roles:
Glenn [Close], whom we interviewed after our chat with Rodrigo, theorized why the director excels in creating absorbing female characters: “Rodrigo has a wonderful mother and had a wonderful grandmother. I think he has a very strong wife (Dawn Hudson, executive director of Independent Filmmaker Project/West) and he has two daughters. He’s surrounded by women. He probably would say he has no choice. I’ve been in his first two movies. He writes fantastic roles for women. He’s a man who understands the feminine side of life and revels in what all that means.

When he was told that actresses he has directed often talk about his great insight and sensibility toward women, Rodrigo cracked with a smile: “I hear my wife laughing right now.”

But he admitted to having “What feels to me like a very strong imagination. I don’t know what it’s like to be a woman, but when I imagine the women characters that I write about, I feel them very strongly in my head. I’m glad that so many women respond to them. If they didn’t, I would have given it up a long time ago. One of the things that feeds me to keep writing women is that a lot of women connect with them. But it’s always a bit of a prayer. I am not saying, ‘Oh, I’m going to nail this one. This is what this woman is like.’ I have to go with my instinct and, like I said before, I just assume she has to be a little bit like me. She must. She wants things.

He said that one of the best things he has read on this topic was when Gustave Flaubert was asked who was Madame Bovary. Rodrigo said, “Flaubert said, ‘Madame Bovary is me.’ We make movies about other men. We make movies about people in other periods, people in outer space or who’ve gone to space, fired a gun, been on a horse. Imagination – you have to have that as storytellers. Plus empathy to feel that everyone else is me and that I am everyone else. There’s a particular set of circumstances around Nobbs. She had to hide to survive but everyone hides an aspect of themselves in order to fit in and survive.”
Reference: Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s son on the art of storytelling

All men have been around women in one way or another, of course. So while Close's theory sounds quite reasonable, García probably draws on more than just personal experience.  I think he also taps his empathic understanding of women to make such breathtaking, compelling art. It is empathy - psychologically putting yourself in others' shoes - that he draws from most, and his films speak to his personal instinct, grasp and imagination. 

Art draws on imagination

Vincent Van Gogh is one of my longtime favorites, and more than three decades after my university days, impressionism as a genre still draws me.  The story goes that his friend and fellow painter Paul Gauguin advised him to paint from his imagination, that is, instead of reality.   While Van Gogh admired him, and paid lip service to his mentoring, he demured.  The deeply talented Dutchman preferred instead to paint scenes he saw in front of him, such as the following:

Bedroom in Arles (1888)
Then while in an asylum in Saint-Rémy, he didn't have his usual access to places that inspired him.  But inspired, he still was.  While there was an identifiable view of the following painting, that is, outside the east-facing window of his room, he apparently painted it during the daytime and in a different place at the asylum.  He painted it from memory, in other words, and the idyllic village in background and the bold fire strokes of the moon, stars and sky were his imaginative rendition.  

Starry Night (1889)
Bedroom in Arles and Starry Night are among the things that Van Gogh saw.  They speak to his remarkable ability not just to paint, but also to keep his dysphoria, delusions and torment under artistic control.  Besides imagination, there is emotionality to these paintings, which, pat psychiatric diagnoses notwithstanding, speak to a far greater complexity, richness and talent.

So just as Madame Bovary is Flaubert, and Blue is García, so Arles and Saint-Rémy are unmistakably Van Gogh. 

The foregoing works of art tell remarkable stories about the personal experience, empathy and imagination of the artists behind them.

Monday, September 15, 2014

Art is Cross-Art by Nature


Preface

As Dr. Ron Art took sufficient shape for me to launch it via a Facebook page three years ago, I wanted to share my Art Manifesto.  This manifesto isn't just a set of beliefs about art, but also a proposal about the very nature of art.  Physicists work at discovering the immutable laws of the universe, and in a similar way I work at crystallizing some fundamental truths about art.  More broadly, art is an integral component of The Tripartite Model, along with science and religion.

My Art Manifesto
  1. Art is cross-art by nature
  2. Art is always autobiographical
  3. Art is sensuous
  4. Art is synesthetic
  5. Art is never completely original
  6. Art has value
Dr. Ron Art is a sizable complex with five main wings, under which several projects are at various stages of progress:
My Art Manifesto is the undercurrent for these projects.  This is the first of six articles, where I introduce this manifesto.



 

I take umbrage at those who define art only as paintings.  Certainly what painters render from their imagination, onto canvas, is a work of wonder. But they aren't the only artists we can speak of.  Poets and novelists | playwrights, filmmakers and actors | dancers and musicians | even martial artists and fashion designers | and so many more | belong in this enormous circle, too.

Art speaks to a wide range of creative talent, genres and expressions.

Moreover, they all have a play on that canvas, which I see as a metaphor for any art creation. That canvas can be a video, a book, or a stage.  Social media is the wide-ranging, modern day platform we have come to know, but the tried-and-true media of TV, radio and print are very much alive and kicking.  Not just one, then, but multiple avenues, through which inspired artists can express themselves and also through which art aficionados can enjoy their work.

Art can play on a diverse set of media platforms and channels.

Consider the following:


  

You see, these two videos aren't just dance, but also an intimate, intricate coming together of music, drama and cinematography.  There is something supreme to experience, when we watch ballet live, which makes theater so much more of a draw than any other media.  Yet, that stage production cannot account for the creative versatility of film.  The cuts from Polina Semionova gliding in the air, to her sylph legs and feet; or from the pas de deux, to the tight closeups of Amelia in Edouard Lock's choreography, raise the artistry of these pieces.

What is art anyway?

Just in case you weren't sure:


  

  

Art may be very difficult to define, because to define something is to take an objective view and to arrive at a description that many, if not necessarily all, can agree on.  But by nature, art is subjective, and because it is so varied and people are arguably each unique, it defies conventional definition.

That subjectivity, uniqueness and defiance are all why I love art.

Friday, September 12, 2014

The Curious Case of Lester Burdon


Movies have enriched our lives with such a wealth of stories and characters, behind which talented writers, directors and actors operate like drivers behind the wheel.  By and large, it is all fiction, but to the extent that movies as an art form can illuminate things about ourselves, each other, and the world around us, then they serve a very real purpose.  This week I look at three curious characters, who, in each case, figure in the profound human drama that they inhabit and define.


House of Sand and Fog is a 2003 film directed by Vadim Perelman, based on the Andres Dubus III novel, and what a tragic story it is.  Academy Award winners Jennifer Connelly as Kathy Nicolo and Ben Kingsley as Massoud Amir Behrani head up a cast of deft acting, but my article focuses on Ron Eldard as Lester Burdon.  Nicolo and Behrani lead troubled lives, and they're on a collision course with the titular house dead center in the crosshairs.  I argue that Burdon is as the incendiary agent, who implicates himself into all of this and ignites a horrible tragedy.  It is a case of an honest, earnest man, who is keen to help Nicolo but who makes matters worse, instead.

Eight month before the story started, Nicolo and her husband split up.  Evidently this was such a disheartening experience for her, that she was virtually immobilized in her home:  not taking care of herself, not opening her mail.  She was so embarrassed about the split up that she decided not to mention it to her family.  So when her annoying mother wedges herself into an upcoming visit, Nicolo tells her that her husband will be on a business trip.   

She is a down in the dumps woman, and this is first underpinning of the tragedy.

Soon after that early morning phone call with her mother, some authorities barge into her house and stick eviction notices on her front and back doors.  Nicolo is stunned, then baffled, then distraught.  Deputy Sheriff Burdon is along for the eviction, and quickly we see that he likes her.  He takes a more kindly tact with her, and offers to help pack up her belongings.  He is pragmatic as well as encouraging, and persuades her not to take a stand against the eviction orders.

Nicolo is reminiscing over some photos in her storage space that night, when Burdon startles her with a visit.  He is out of uniform this time, because his duty for the day is done.  More than just kindly or encouraging, we see the initial sparks of attraction on his face.  We find out gradually that he has fallen out of love and that his marriage is just one of sparing displays of affection for his wife.  They  have two children, whom he had promised never to abandon, especially after his own father had done that.  But the glimmer of a way out of a loveless marriage is matched by the dark prospects of doing that very thing to his children.

These initial run-ins between Nicolo and Burdon add another combustible layer to the tragedy. 

He drives her back to her motel, and advises her in no uncertain terms not to go back to her house and instead let her lawyer handle things.  She doesn't listen.  Later that evening, the motel clerk knocks on her door and tells that her credit card payment didn't go through.  So she makes a hasty departure, that is, without checking out, and parks her car for the night in front of her house.

The next morning, her house is a construction site, as Behrani and his family have not only moved in, but they're also remodeling the house.  It's like falling behind in a long race, then in a blink of an eye, you're lagging even further from the others.  Just like that, her house is blatantly out of her control.  It is in this unfortunate state of mind that this time, she seeks out Burdon directly.  She drives over to the police station, pleasantly surprisingly him of course:  They have lunch seaside among squawking gulls, then they have dinner over romantic lighting, and then at her behest they make love tenderly.  They are two troubled souls who find some longed-for comfort and intimacy.  There is no one step, no one moment or decision that makes things the way they are for people, would-be lovers in particular, but rather a series of such steps, moments and decisions.   

All told, our human drama progresses in foreboding fashion. 

Burdon puts Nicolo up in temporary quarters, and the day after their lovemaking, she returns to find him sitting at a small table and two bags on the floor at his side.  He's left his family.  She remarks half-jokingly that they're both homeless now.  She admits to him that once again, she had paid her house a visit, even more disturbed to find that Behrani was entertaining two prospective buyers for the house.

He bought the house for a ridiculous $45,000 auction price from the county, and from a recent appraisal it was worth $174,000 in the market.  He was a decorated colonel in the Persian military, and the family lived a lavish lifestyle.  From what we can determine, when the Shah of Iran was overthrown, his cronies and their families also had to flee the country.  Behrani had amassed quite a savings, but with only measly income from a construction site and gas station jobs, his family was burning through it all quickly in their lavish apartment.  So the earnings from the house sale meant way more than just profit for him; it was also a major step toward recovering his dignity and lifestyle.

In their little chat, Burdon notices the welts on Nicolo's arm, where Behrani had to unceremoniously escort the errant lady back to her car.  He had prospective buyers who were interested, and she was literally a fly in his ointment.  The mild-mannered, caring man we saw was now combusting.  Off the chair and pacing the room, Burdon is angry at what happened to his lover and he schemes to pay the proud colonel a visit himself.

Imagine this:  You're years into a loveless marriage, feeling unhappy and trapped.  Then, finally when you spy hope and love in the arms of a beguilingly attractive woman, you will want to protect what you have found.  The fact that she is troubled gives him reason to help, and perhaps in his mind it also lends him some grace or salvation from what he had just done to  his family.  Evidently he has more than a bit of a temper, to boot.

She seems ennobled and emboldened, but in the process Burdon crosses another fateful line. 

Behrani is kindly and accommodating when Burdon pops in, wearing his uniform and sporting his medals.  His idea was to frighten the new owner into selling the house back to the county for the price he paid.  We already know that the market price has far greater personal import for Behrani - it is a matter of necessity for him and his family, as he pointed out to Nicolo's lawyer - but unfortunately Burdon has no idea of the story behind it all.  Nicolo has a bit more knowledge and insight about the family, but he is full of prejudice in his mind, full of love in his heart, and full of fire in his eyes. 

He is a loose canon, that is getting looser yet.

Burdon returns to the car, with Nicolo there waiting, after his tense run-in with the colonel.  It is ironic that he felt that Behrani listened to what he had to say, meaning that he will do what he demanded after threatening deportation for the family.  First, Behrani did listen, but filed a formal complaint directly with the police department, instead.  Second, in the heat of his own efforts, Burdon no longer listens very well to Nicolo.

Clinical psychologists may be prone to ascribe this dynamics to Nicolo herself, that is, via projective identification she gets her lover to act out her disappointment and anger and to do the strong-arming that she cannot do.  However, I beg to differ:  Burdon carries quite a bit of his own baggage into the combustible mix.  If there is any projective identification going on, then he adds to it with his own readiness to dispense altogether with any defensive mechanism like sublimation and instead tap into displacement.  In brief, Nicolo gives him as much reason to unleash his pent-up disappointment and anger and his previously-closeted rescue fantasy, as he gives Nicolo the means to relieve her despondency and recover her house.

Lester and Kathy are not at all Romeo and Juliet, but the terribly entangled lives that they now lead push them to an end as heartbreaking as that of Romeo and Juliet.   

After that ill-fated visit to the house, Burdon drives to a friend's cabin a few miles out of town, where, clearly in Nicolo's mind, they have a bit of a makeshift home together.  More lovemaking between them that night, as she rises out of bed the next morning fully unclothed and feels a certain joyfulness in the outdoor light.  She cleans the whole cabin, and proudly announces it to him, when he returns.  But he is out of sorts.  He explains to her that he has to go back home to explain things more clearly to his wife and that he has to be home when his children arrive back from school.  His repeated mention of home with his family hurts her and frightens her.  He promises to return in a few hours, but in the dark of the cabin a few hours later, she is sitting by herself with two uneaten dinner plates.

Without meaning to, Burdon has triggered Nicolo's own fear of abandonment.  

Terribly distraught now, she heads for the convenience store at the nearest gas station, and buys up smokes and liquor.  Apparently she means to burn the house down, when she buys a red gasoline container and a book of matches.  But when she finds Burdon's bag in the trunk with his holstered gun inside, she comes up with an alternative plan.  She drives to the house again, takes swigs of liquor, and points the gun up under her chin.  She pulls the trigger, but nothing happens.  Just a click.  Aggravated she points it to her temple and inserts it in her mouth, and once again just a series of empty clicks.  She evidently didn't engage the magazine properly.

Behrani hears her shouts, and hurries outside to find her trying to off herself.  He quickly secures the gun, and carries her inside.  It is a dramatic turn of heart for him, as now he feels nothing but compassion and care for her.  In the lowest of lows, feeling abandoned, she clutches his hand and refuses to let him go.  A bit later, she rises from bed to use the bathroom, and Behrani's wife encourages her to take a warm bath.  She is evidently not done trying to off herself, as she overdoses on an entire medication bottle.  The family is once again frantic in rescuing her.  Behrani's wife manages to get Nicolo to vomit, after finding her unconscious in the bathtub.

In the meantime, Burdon does return to the cabin much later than expected, but Nicolo had long left.  He drives over to the house, looks in from the back, and sees Behrani's son sitting in the kitchen and mesmerized by the gun on the table.  He breaks in, recovers his own gun, and sees the family dragging his half-conscious lover out of the bathroom.  They explain to him what happened, but he does not believe them.  He orders them to take her to the bedroom, and holds them hostage in the bathroom for the night.

Remember, Burdon is a loose canon, who doesn't know the whole story, doesn't listen very well, and simply doesn't do the right thing.

Tragedy at this point is a runaway train, and there is no stopping it anymore.  The next morning, Behrani offers a workable resolution:  He will sell the house back to the county for $45,000, and give the check to the couple.  In exchange, Nicolo must agree to sign the title back to him.  It's a win-win proposition that resonates rather well with the pragmatic nature of Burdon's personality.  However, she just wants to go.  She's put herself and the family through hell, and the fact that they took care of her and saved her life, prompts her to simply let the whole affair go.  Again he doesn't listen.  He knows that the money can give them a good fresh start together.

So with Behrani at the wheel, they drive over to the courthouse, with the son in tow.  Burdon's plan was for Behrani to do what he promised, while he and the son waited in the car.  But Behrani was worried for his son, and insisted that he come along into the courthouse.  Of course, this meant that Burdon had to escort them inside, that is, expose himself in the company of some of his colleagues.  It's a tense walk up down the sidewalk and up the steps, with him looking bedraggled, his uniform half-untucked.  Once they round a corner, however, Burdon pushes Behrani against a pillar and threatens him one last time before they go inside.  The son, who was mesmerized with the gun the night before, jumps at the opportunity to grab the gun from Burdon's side.

The two men are both frantic now.  Behrani grabs Burdon, but Burdon is not worried about him as he was about the son.  The son is nervously pointing the gun at the erstwhile officer, while the two men shout at him to put it down.  In the meantime, two officers arrive at the bottom of the steps, and have a clear view of the son.  Unwittingly and tragically, the son shifts focus:  If he knew better, he'd have dropped the gun and put his hands up.  But he wasn't born in the US, so he didn't know what he was supposed to do.  So as he turns to look at the two officers below, the pointed gun in his outstretched arms follows suit as his whole body shifts.  One officer shoots him dead center in the chest, in a tragic instance of self defense.

Burdon, Behrani and Nicolo are, by all accounts, well-meaning people.  Granted, they are imperfect characters, but that is just human nature.  They all try to do the right thing, under whatever circumstances they find themselves in a given moment, but their character flaws and situational distress combine for one incendiary ending to the story.  I've watched this film quite a few times now, as it's clearly one of my top favorites, and recently found myself wishing:  If only each of them had listened, and stepped back a moment, and weighed matters thoughtfully, and proceeded calmly, an entire tragedy could've been averted.  Again they're not bad people, just as many, many of us aren't bad people, either.

But one wrong choice isn't just an isolated, one-off choice.  Rather it's one of a series of wrong choices along a road, contrary to Robert Frost's iconic poem, that is most definitely well-traveled.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

The Curious Case of Lori Cranston


Movies have enriched our lives with such a wealth of stories and characters, behind which talented writers, directors and actors operate like drivers behind the wheel.  By and large, it is all fiction, but to the extent that movies as an art form can illuminate things about ourselves, each other, and the world around us, then they serve a very real purpose.  This week I look at three curious characters, who, in each case, figure in the profound human drama that they inhabit and define.



Tenderness is a 2009 film by John Polson, based on the Robert Cormier novel, and it intertwines the lives of three people with surgical efficiency and precision:  Russell Crowe as Lt. Cristofuoro, Jon Foster as Eric Komenko, and Sophie Traub as Lori Cranston.  Every scene, every image and remark, have a purpose.  It's as taut as a human drama can be, and it reverberates with a mixture of hope and despair, not to mention murderous tension.
Cristofuoro:  My wife likes to say there are two kinds of people, those chasing pleasure, and those running from pain. [Lori] Cranston is running. Running from all kinds of everything. Probably has been her whole life.
Lori is a troubled 16-year old.  Off the bat, we see her with her shirt lifted up over her breasts and her manager sitting at his desk, masturbating to her.  Soon thereafter we get unmistakable hints that her mother's new boyfriend is also pursuing and abusing her:  He slips into the bathroom while she's taking a shower, for instance.  Later on, she suggests that he fingered her sexually, while they were on a private camping trip.  No doubt, Cristofuoro is right:  She probably has a history of such abuse, so it's no surprise that she walks about with such a despondent, sometimes pained look. 

Eric murdered his parents at age 15, and the judge tried him as an adolescent.  He had been taking Zoloxia, and he took into account the possibility that this antidepressant contributed to the gruesome homicidal impulse.  So now that he is age 18, officials must release him and expunge the crime from his record.  Cristofuoro has had an unusual obsession with him, not only from his arrest and throughout his imprisonment, but also after his release.  He knows the young man is a psychopath, and will kill again.

Lori and Eric were fated to collide.  So when the news breaks of his impending release, Lori immediately takes note.  She was in the woods, watching him and a girl kiss intimately, and that has had a lasting impression on her.  She was witness, too, to his killing that girl, which remains an unsolved murder.  What's more, apparently he had posthumous sex with her, according to the coroner's report.  Afterwards she maneuvered to run into him on the bridge, and they made small talk in passing.  She was so taken by what she saw that she drew the couple kissing and she collected articles about the murders in her scrapbook. 

Lori longs for caring and intimacy.  This is what drives her to hook up with him, finding her way to his car by whatever means necessary.  She even persuaded a random guy at the gasoline station to give her a ride, in exchange for some kisses, and she stole his wallet in the meantime.  She waited all evening in the rain outside his house, before stealing into his car.

On my first watch of the film, I thought Lori also had a palpable death wish.  What better way to fulfill that than by hooking up with a murderer?  After watching it again, and studying it further, however, I saw that the will to live and have fun, to connect and be intimate, was a more powerful motive for her.  At least at first.  She certainly tried numerous ways to win his affections and get him to do whatever he wanted to do to her, that is, sexually.  She responded pragmatically but flirtatiously, when he said he wanted to be alone to focus and get a fresh start:
It doesn't get any fresher than old Lori. I'm basically a virgin...  Think of me as a dry run for a real girlfriend, somebody important.
There is tragic irony, wrapped in tragic irony in this film, which to me makes it a far more deft and brilliant film than critics and audiences gave it credit.  Let me explain the psychology - what I call The Human Algorithm - between Lori and Eric:

Lori's efforts to win Eric's affections ultimately fail.  Her efforts are frankly misguided, because she has no clue that what happened that afternoon by the river was an altered state for him.  He is not turned on by a girl, at least not in the normal sense and certainly not in the way that Lori had imagined.  Consider the following screen shots from the film, with Cristofuoro explaining the young man's psyche:







Three times, nevertheless, Eric slipped into that trance and aimed to kill Lori:  (a) by strangling her at the rest stop, (b) by beating her with a hammer, and (c) by suffocating her with a pillow.  But every single time, it didn't happen.  He somehow missed the chance to kill her, or alternatively put, she somehow managed to evade his killing her. 

In fact, on the bed in the motel room, with her feeling rather distraught at how things were turning out between the two of them, she goads him into using his hands to kill her and exposes her neck for him to choke the life out of her:
Do it.  Dissolve me.  Do it.
But he is stunned, and her outright wish for him to kill her jars him out of that murderous trance, unexpectedly so.  There he sat beside her, pillow on hand, and ready to snuff her.  But he is not in control, and this is not how it should go, so amazingly again he does nothing. 

Sigmund Freud theorized that in each of us were the opposing drives of thanatos (death wish) and eros (life instinct, sexual impulse).  At the end of the day, Lori was literally Eric's eros.  She even saved him from a questionable sting that Cristofuoro set up to put Eric back in prison, and in his subdued way he was more than thankful to her. 

But thanatos was never far away for them.  All else having failed, Lori falls back into the lake, from a boat they had stolen, and drowns herself.  He, alarmed and frantic, desperately tries to rescue her.  He extended the oar, but she refused to grab it.  He jumped in, but after several moments of looking for her underwater, he found her slumped face down.  He drags her limp body back to the boat, where ironically he displays the greatest intimacy for her:  He embraces her tightly, hoping she were still alive, wailing furiously and intimately.  He realizes that she is truly dead, so he lets her go into the water, just as he did with that girl in the river years before. 

The irony for Cristofuoro is that Eric was again involved with a girl who died, but this time had no responsibility for it.  The incident landed Eric back in prison, however, where Cristofuoro felt he belonged all along.  Because he was a killer psychopath, after all. 

The irony for Eric is that he felt genuine affection for a girl, in such a way and to such a degree that he probably had never felt before.  His failure to kill her was testament to how much of a life force she had been to him.

The irony for Lori was that dark Freudian drive fulfilled.  But she literally had to take matters into her own hand, and the caring and intimacy she longed for so terribly came at last, but only after she had died.