Boys Don't Cry (1999) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy) |
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the real quality issue with real-life stories always lies in the
set-up.
I mean the payoff must be fairly interesting for them to make a movie about it in the first place, right? So the set-up is what distinguishes the incredibly soporific "Silkwood", which plays like a PBS show, from the taut and tense "The Insider", which plays like an international espionage flick. Now "Boys Don't Cry" has inherent potentially fatal flaws to overcome: the premise is basically only interesting because it all really happened. Make the same movie, don't tell anyone it's all true, and it's a ho-hum premise. Like Silkwood, when it isn't engaged in the main premise, it's just down home folks doin' some down home stuff. Drinkin' beer and tippin' cows and actin' like illiterate assholes. Am I trashing the movie? Not at all. Just setting up the next statement, which is that it overcomes those problems beautifully, much like The Insider. Just about every minute is charged with tension - will the impersonation be discovered by someone, will the white trash cons erupt into violence, how the hell will Teena/Brandon make love to a woman without her discovering the secret, will the cops catch their various evil doings, will the cops unearth the criminal activities in Teena's past ... Because it is effectively directed and performed to maintain the tension, and because the performers carry off the mood exactly as it should be, this is an excellent piece of filmmaking. |
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Did I like it? Not one
bit. I admired its artistry and I was impressed by the cast, but what
is there to like? It gained
so much critical attention because it was a true story about a hate
crime, with a sad ending.
Teena didn't want to overcome the sexual identity crisis in order to save the environment or create an inexpensive eternal light bulb. Nope. She only wanted to prove that she could be a lyin', stealin', fightin'-fer-no-reason, drunk drivin', longneck drinkin' and burpin', work-evadin', chain-smokin', shopliftin', buyin'-booze-fer-minors, no-account trailer trash scumbag. So if Teena had been accepted, she/he would have settled into a life of robbin' Circle K's. Do we need more of those guys? Lookin' out my windows, we seem to have plenty of 'em here in Texas, iff'n you Yankees have an acute shortage. Whether she ended up a lesbian, or a transsexual, or a transvestite, or something completely unique, the bottom line is she wasn't really a very good person. Even when she suffers, you have a hard time opening up your heart to touch her pain, because she always could have made the choice to integrate into life as a decent man instead of hanging out with criminal sociopaths. Jeez, Brandon. Dress like a guy, get an education, make a few bucks, get the operation, change your name legally. Bingo, you're a man, and nobody is the wiser about your past. Anyway, I did think it was a tense and powerful and gritty movie, but I'll never watch it again. |
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