4.8.09

Vision Quest. Almost a movie review.

Have you seen it I can't find anything approaching decent commentary and the wikipedia article is completely unsatisfying. I'll actually talk about the big-hair Chekhovian genius of the whole thing in a few, but (as always) let's talk about me first.

There's the part of me that went into this wanting to hate it. Christ, I had the movie confused with Quicksilver in my head. I kept wondering where the bicycles were. I was thinking it would be a vapid romantic thing about some kid who's just a bit of jerk and just a little sweet who gets the girl and proves that winning is just about arm's length away if you'd just lean over your Salisbury Steak and pluck it out of the air.

I hate that shit. I just really hate it. If the world was as easy as those after school specials and summer blockbusters we'd all be those special snowflakes they told you that you were in third grade. we'd all be rich and get the girl. We'd all have some potential for comfort in our own skin and I just don't believe that. I think the governing principle in all human beings is laziness. I think all we want is to sit back after the hunt or the fuck and be. That's why they end movies when they do - It's the Mitch Hedberg joke about the above ground pool, the movie cannot continue because in real life nothing will happen of interest after that apex. We'd sit back and be, most likely unable to be that amazing again.

Which is where My review comes in. The movie is brilliant. Linda Fiorentino looks amazing. Mall hair amazing, but really quite delicious. Matthew Modine is Matthew Modine. Kinda half-flat affect and goofy, but I'm fucking soft for the guy since Full Metal Jacket, y'know? And the movie has that bitter, actual size taste of life. Want some dialog? Sure you do:

"I was in the room here one day... watchin' the Mexican channel on TV. I don't know nothin' about Pele. I'm watchin' what this guy can do with a ball and his feet. Next thing I know, he jumps in the air and flips into a somersault and kicks the ball in - upside down and backwards... the goddamn goalie never knew what the fuck hit him. Pele gets excited and he rips off his jersey and starts running around the stadium waving it around his head. Everybody's screaming in Spanish. I'm here, sitting alone in my room, and I start crying.
[
pause]
That's right, I start crying. Because another human being, a species that I happen to belong to, could kick a ball, and lift himself, and the rest of us sad-assed human beings, up to a better place to be, if only for a minute... let me tell ya, kid - it was pretty goddamned glorious. It ain't the six minutes... it's what happens in that six minutes.
"

Brilliant. This movie has this tasteless backdrop of a Seattle wrestling team in some generic high school with some screwed up people and a kinda non memorable kid in love with a hot chick who's never gonna be the artist she wants to be. she silly, brittle-shelled and useless for anything but wanting. She has no definition of art to go with her ambition and no real drive that could follow up that definition she doesn't have.

And it ends with the main character getting the girl, losing the girl for no good reason except that she finds that she could be a distraction to a guy who might be somethings and then ending the most unsatisfying and (I'll use the adjective again) Chekhovian, parable-killing voice over narration in a movie since Fight Club:

"But all I ever settled for is that we're born to live and then to die, and... we got to do it alone, each in his own way. And I guess that's why we got to love those people who deserve it like there's no tomorrow. 'Cause when you get right down to it - there isn't. "

Brilliant. Well done who ever made that film. Make some more. and give 'em that real life nothing happens but ache and lessons type of ending.

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