by Patrick Bromley
A few years ago, Quentin Tarantino gave an interview in which he said he planned to retire after making a few more movies because he didn't want to get the point in his career where he clearly "lost it" but didn't know when to call it quits. The example he cited was Billy Wilder, who was once responsible for making some of the best movies of all time but who late in the game was putting out stuff like Avanti! and Fedora and Buddy Buddy. Wilder ended his career making movies that were but a bad imitation of his earlier work.
It's no secret that Cameron Crowe has always idolized Billy Wilder. His films -- particularly Jerry Maguire -- are an attempt to capture Wilder's mix of "the sour and the sweet." He published a book of interviews with Wilder in 1999; it's called Conversations with Wilder, and it's fantastic.
Well, with his latest film Aloha, Cameron Crowe has achieved his dream of becoming Billy Wilder, because he has entered Wilder's "lost it" period. Though he's been slipping over the course of the last decade, Aloha is his worst movie by a pretty wide margin. It represents all of his worst instincts writ large, amplified by what can only be described by terrible filmmaking. It's hard to decide if it's a movie that feels like the culmination of all the bad habits he's developed over the span of the last 25 years or if it's a movie that feels like he's never made a movie before. Is it possible for it to be both?
It's also a movie that features a character committing professional suicide by literally setting off a nostalgia bomb. Crowe has regularly traded on various forms of pop culture for visual and sonic references, mostly notably his always-excellent mix tape soundtracks. His movie don't just want us to feel something; they want to appropriate other pop culture to remind us how that made us feel. When it works, it's the bus scene in Almost Famous. When it doesn't, it's Orlando Bloom driving around the South listening to U2. Never has it been more ham fisted or egregious than in Aloha, which finally makes one of the director's greatest tendencies totally literal. Crowe has absorbed a lot of pop culture, and he's willing to blow himself up to remind us of this fact.
Vanilla Sky does more of the same but earns extra points for being ambitious and experimental, at least for Cameron Crowe. Elizabethtown was his first major stumble, a movie of almost no redeeming value in which we can first see how hard he leans on music, location and a Manic Pixie Dream Girl (©Nathan Rabin) performance from his lead actress (and, yes, those of you paying attention may realize he has repeated these same mistakes in Aloha). Crowe rebounded a little bit with We Bought a Zoo, which features some of the worst writing he's ever done -- there are scenes in that movie that ring so false we might think that Crowe has never interacted with people, only stock movie characters -- but which is redeemed by strong performances, unrelenting sincerity and some touching stuff about being a parent.
But there's even more to it, I think. The disappointment is amplified not just because of Crowe's former greatness -- this is the guy who wrote both the book and the screenplay for Fast Times at Ridgemont High, who put the boombox over Lloyd Dobler's head, who won an Oscar for his Almost Famous screenplay -- but because we take it personally. Crowe has made it personal. Our connection his movies feels personal. It's his greatest gift as a filmmaker. His best work never feels like some painting in a museum, there to be studied and appreciated but nothing more. He connects with us on an individual level, from the shots of characters looking directly into camera (a trick he stole from Jonathan Demme) to the aforementioned way he capitalizes on our relationships with music, TV and film. He feels like he's talking one to one directly to us because he "gets" how a song makes us feel.
John Carpenter with The Ward. When Carpenter's movie shits the bed, we can see it's because his heart just isn't in it anymore. Not so with Cameron Crowe. His heart is still very much in it to the point that he has no clarity, no objectivity. He wants all of his characters to spout big speeches and champion sincerity and revel in Hawaiian mysticism and maybe he actually means all of it. It's too hard to tell because it all rings false. Some of that is the fault of the filmmaking: his actors are miscast, his editing practically nonsensical and his attempts to "grow" as a filmmaker (read: shoot handheld and in longer takes) transparent and rather pointless. He's a guy who seems like he's still trying really hard but has completely lost his way.
For much of its running time, the failures of Aloha made me mad. By the end, they just made me sad. I loved Cameron Crowe once, and his earlier movies will always remain special to me. But seeing his latest movie was like reading the inane Facebook posts of someone you used to date or listening to a new Weezer album: you wonder how it ever was that you loved them in the first place. I'd like to think Cameron Crowe has another real Cameron Crowe movie in him, not just more bad approximations like his latest effort. But it may just be that his best days are long behind him. When that nostalgia bomb goes off in Aloha, it's the lowest point in an already bad movie. It reminds us that a lot of good art has been made in the past. Some of it used to be made by Cameron Crowe.
What a wonderful, empathic analysis - if only it wasn't about a nice guy's self-destruction. Your comparison to Carpenter and The Ward is right on target, I think. It's so clear in that movie that Carpenter's heart just isn't in it, and so we sense he didn't really care so much that the movie flopped. But I suspect Crowe feels every failure so keenly - we hurt for him, even as we cringe at his directorial and screen-writing choices.ReplyDelete
We'll always have Lloyd and his boom box, though. In Your Eyes has been a staple of my mixtapes and playlists ever since I saw that movie, and it's totally because of the moment Crowe creates. Like Coppola with The Godfather and Lucas with Star Wars, no matter how far he falls I'll always love him for that.
This article is so tragically true it hurts. Almost Famous is my favorite movie of all time and means a lot to me personal and Jerry Macguire was one of the first R rated movies I ever saw. It's like watching a family member getting old and not be able to be that hero you remember when you were a child.ReplyDelete
I agree with the above comments to the fullest. What a great article. And geeez, Patrick, you are a freakin' workhouse! 2 articles on Junesploitation day 1?! Much respect, sir.ReplyDelete
That's my pick for later in Junesploitation. Its about a house that comes alive and eats people. I wouldn't be surprised if I just described a real movie.Delete
Even when I saw the dubious looking trailer for this I still held out hope. I haven't yet seen it so I still holding out for the slim chance that I may still find something enjoyable in it. But it looks to me like Cameron Crowe has stopped making his own movies and started imitating movies he thinks "Cameron Crowe" would make.
Great column. I nodded when you said that Aloha feels like Crowe has never made a movie before. It's like he forgot how people relate to each other and he can only speak in "movie" now.ReplyDelete
I will only say that I really enjoyed We Bought A Zoo.ReplyDelete
I yearn for the glory days of Almost Famous or Say Anything or even Jerry Maguire for Crowe. It's so sad that this movie is so disappointing. On the surface, it seemed like it had several things going for it, most notably the pairing of Bradley Cooper and Emma Stone.ReplyDelete
Oh well, time to go watch Almost Famous on repeat. I love it so.