Friday, December 03, 2010

ALL GOOD THINGS (2010)

Mom used to say that all good things come to those who wait; but, Mom didn't see All Good Things (2010), the long-anticipated feature debut of Oscar®-nominated documentary filmmaker Andrew Jarecki (Capturing the Friedmans) whose film—waiting aside—had me fervently hoping by its midway point that All Good Things would simply come to an end.

All Good Things is one of those odd creatures whose source material is, admittedly, stranger than fiction and—in Jarecki's filmic experiment wherein he blends documentary and speculative impulses—it's markedly diminimized by fiction. As Folner paraphrases The Bible in William Goyen's House of Breath: "Because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I will spit you out." That's the feeling I had watching All Good Things. It was neither hot nor cold, neither true nor false, almost there but not quite there in believability.

Whereas, the real-life story of Robert Durst is, as they say, one hot property. As Doris Toumarkine phrases it in her review for Film Journal International: "Tabloid journalism got a great gift—and one that kept on giving—with the real-life, sprawling saga and devolution of Scarsdale-born New York real estate scion Robert Durst." His marriage to Kathleen McCormack and her mysterious disappearance without a trace a few years later remains considerably more interesting and, ironically, more believable—precisely for all its evidential gaps—than those Jarecki seeks to fill.

To fill in the gaps, to turn a perfect love into a perfect crime (as the film's tagline asserts), Jarecki has—in effect—made two separate films distinct in tone that don't fit together. At Movieweb, Harvey Karten observes: "The first half is lively, adventurous, varied and upbeat; the second half is slow, fitful, melodramatic, and melancholy." Jarecki's concerted effort to make these two sequences fit feels like he's forcing puzzle pieces into place. As much as I was caught up with the film's build-up where Robert Durst aka David Marks (Ryan Gosling) and Kathleen McCormack aka Katie McCarthy (Kirsten Dunst) meet cute and fall in love, All Good Things destabilizes into an unholy mess when David unhinges and becomes a brooding, possessive menace. Of course, one could argue that it actually did turn into an unholy mess in real life, involving transvestism, a missing and presumably murdered wife, the murder of a potential witness, and the murder and dismemberment of an elderly neighbor. As much as I admire Ryan Gosling as an actor, his transition from a nice attractive guy to a psychologically-damaged-beyond-repair sociopath who wears dresses was engineered as subtly as the smile-to-frown countenance of the Mayor of Halloween Town in Tim Burton's Nightmare Before Christmas. I just didn't buy it and, as a consequence, the bridge from the first to the second act didn't reach.

The obstacles Andrew Jarecki has had to surmount to bring his fictionalization of the Durst scandal to the screen have been only a little less interesting than the scandal itself. At the L.A. Times, John Horn has detailed the legal dispute over the film. As would be expected, the Durst Organization (run by Robert's brother Douglas) has threatened to sue Jarecki and the film's distributor, Magnolia Pictures, over the company's depiction in All Good Things despite Jarecki's thinly-veiled tactic to change the names of the film's characters. Jarecki asserts he didn't change names "to make the Dursts happy" but rather to free the actors from the constraints of having to impersonate real people and to give them the license to invent their own characters. As suggested by Kurt Brokaw in his fascinating piece for The Independent: "Jarecki, who grayed similar lines in Capturing the Friedmans, is typical of documentarians who migrate onto a playing field that promises more artistic freedom." Brokaw calls this "speculative journalism" and traces the origin of "domestic crime docudramas" like All Good Things to the true-crime magazines of the '30s and '40s (nicknamed "slicks"). What differentiated "slicks" from "pulps" (i.e., pulp novels) were their "scores of crime scene photographs, lineups and mug shots" and their "re-creations of actual murders" by true crime reporters who "planted the seeds of scenes that might or might not have actually taken place."

According to Charles V. Bagli and Kevin Flynn at the New York Times—Bagli and Flynn were the reporters who initially covered the Durst scandal for the paper—it wasn't so much the depiction of Robert Durst's implied involvement with his wife's suspected murder that upset the Durst Organization—he's been estranged from the family for years—but rather the depiction of the Organization as complicit with prostitution and drug dealing in Times Square and the negative characterization of Seymour Durst (the patriarch portrayed by Frank Langella). Despite their initial saber rattling, the Durst Organization appears to be backing off from their threats to sue because—as Douglas Durst stated to the Times—"Fortunately, this movie will be seen by so few people that litigation would be superfluous." Once the reviews start coming in, he might just be right about that.

Yet again, truth is stranger than fiction and endlessly more interesting. According to the New York Times article, it now appears that the film's main supporter is no one less than Robert Durst himself, who has shown a keen interest in the film, even so far as quietly observing filming at outdoor locations in New York. After seeing the film at a private screening arranged by Magnolia Pictures, Durst admitted that parts of the film made him cry. "The movie," he told the Times "is as reasonably accurate as anything out there; a whole lot more accurate than those endless TV documentaries. And this doesn't pretend to be a documentary."

For his narrative voiceover, Jarecki lifts verbatim the transcript of Durst's testimony from his trial for the death of 75-year-old neighbor Mr. Black. Durst's testimony was disputed on many points and Jarecki found it compelling to have such a rare "unreliable narrator" tell the story. Quite pointedly, Kurt Brokaw questions Jarecki's creative strategy: "Is this responsible filmmaking? Are we back in Catfish country, where we're not only dealing with untrustworthy narrators, but possibly untrustworthy artisans as well? It's a pretty slippery slope here, and worth your consideration."

According to his testimony, Durst killed his elderly neighbor Mr. Black in self-defense and then proceeded to dismember and dispose of the body. Mr. Black, named Malvern Bump in the film—as in "bumped off" (I couldn't resist!)—is portrayed by Philip Baker Hall. Amazingly, Durst wasn't charged with Mr. Black's murder but was charged with the illegal disposal of a body and fleeing the scene of a crime (only to be caught when he was spotted in a Pennsylvania supermarket shoplifting a Band-Aid and a chicken salad sandwich). Why couldn't Jarecki fit that into his movie?! Gosling might have redeemed his performance with such a scene.

Durst didn't seem to object to the implication in All Good Things that he manipulated Mr. Black to murder suspected accomplice Susan Berman (Deborah Lehrman in the film, played by
Lily Rabe) to keep her from confessing to the police; but, he did take offense with an earlier article in the New York Times that described him as "swimming in blood" after carving up the old man's body. Durst protested: "I didn't carve up the guy. I dismembered a corpse."

Disclaimer: Reviewed from screener. Cross-published on
Twitch.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Durst actually WAS charged with Morris Black's murder but just not convicted.