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Beach. What’s missing in McEwan’s Children<br />
is Fiona’s private motivation, which could<br />
account (at least in part) for her otherwise<br />
incomprehensible actions.<br />
For example, in the novel it’s clear that<br />
Jack’s proposition is devastating to Fiona not<br />
because she’s wildly in love with him—though<br />
she once was, and the memory is haunting.<br />
His breach, rather, shatters her stability,<br />
identity and sense of place in the world. She<br />
is suddenly forced to question her choices,<br />
including her decision not to have a child. Jack<br />
and Fiona spend many weekends playing host<br />
to his very young nieces and nephews. They<br />
have a designated guest room overflowing<br />
with stuffed animals and other toys.<br />
Fiona is indisputably committed to her<br />
time-consuming, intellectually demanding<br />
career—she’s engrossed by the moral and<br />
ethical legal twists and turns it provides—but<br />
now in the throes of a major crisis she hurls<br />
herself into it with even greater fervor as a<br />
way to focus her attention and block out the<br />
intrusive pain. This connective tissue is missing<br />
from the film. We know Fiona is troubled, but<br />
that’s about it. Her behavior doesn’t add up.<br />
Her most recent case centers on a<br />
17-year-old leukemia patient whose parents,<br />
committed to the teachings of Jehovah’s Witnesses,<br />
forbid the hospital from administering<br />
blood transfusions that (in conjunction with<br />
chemotherapy) would save their son’s life.<br />
Transfused blood is viewed as unclean and a<br />
violation of God’s will. The doctors present<br />
their case; the parents (convincingly played<br />
by Ben Chaplin and Eileen Walsh) present<br />
theirs, insisting that their son fully shares their<br />
religious convictions.<br />
Fiona decides to visit the young boy in<br />
question, Adam Henry (Fionn Whitehead<br />
of Dunkirk), lying in a hospital bed, to see<br />
how he feels about all of it, knowing it’s an<br />
unprecedented step on her part (in fact,<br />
virtually inconceivable). As it turns out,<br />
Adam is a bright, charming, even flirtatious<br />
youngster who spars with the judge on judicial<br />
and religious matters, making it clear he is not<br />
being coerced by his parents or the church<br />
elders. He impresses Fiona with his sharp<br />
intelligence and artistic sensibility, especially<br />
his love of poetry and music. Guitar in hand,<br />
he strums away while the two of them sing<br />
a duet, “Down by the Salley Gardens,” a<br />
sentimental folk song with a poem by Yeats.<br />
Nurses and social workers silently observe<br />
the performance. This moment rendered me<br />
slack-jawed.<br />
As expected (no spoiler here), Fiona rules<br />
on the side of the doctors. Adam receives his<br />
treatments, including the transfusions, and<br />
recovers. It’s a transforming experience for<br />
him. He’s thrilled to be alive and looking forward<br />
to his future. He’s beginning to question<br />
his faith. He’s also fallen in love with Fiona.<br />
After all, she’s given him new life, literally and<br />
metaphorically. In all probability she’s the first<br />
woman who has expressed any interest in him.<br />
He writes, calls and trails after her, at one<br />
point traveling from London to Newcastle,<br />
where she’s attending a legal gathering. Finally,<br />
he suggests moving in with her as a non-paying<br />
lodger who will earn his keep by doing chores<br />
around the house.<br />
She knows she’s aroused feelings in him<br />
that she had no business arousing. In the novel<br />
there is some reciprocity of feeling and that<br />
makes for a more complex—yes, emotionally<br />
compelling—scenario. Onscreen she’s dismissive,<br />
even cruel. Adam is still an inexperienced<br />
child and she has unwittingly exploited him.<br />
Painful consequences follow.<br />
The climactic scene takes place during<br />
a Christmas concert in which Fiona is<br />
performing. Throughout much of the film,<br />
she rehearses the program with her friend<br />
(Anthony Calf), a High Court barrister. Music<br />
plays a central role in this film, and that works<br />
well. Less successful is the melodrama that has<br />
been concocted to take place at the aforementioned<br />
recital. Fiona receives bad news<br />
before the performance, struggles through<br />
most of it and finally has a public meltdown.<br />
It’s just plain false. This is a steely, private British<br />
woman. It would never happen.<br />
That said, Thompson cuts a highly<br />
intelligent, empowered figure whose silent<br />
moments are evocative of thoughts unvoiced.<br />
Whitehead as a young boy on the cusp of<br />
adulthood struggling with God, mortality and<br />
overactive hormones is impactful, too. And<br />
in a small supporting role, Tucci is as much a<br />
witless sad sack as he is a bastard.<br />
The acting is not the problem. It rarely is.<br />
And, within parameters, the movie is not dull.<br />
Just don’t expect to feel much short of guilt in<br />
response to your own apathy.<br />
—Simi Horwitz<br />
BLAZE<br />
SUNDANCE SELECTS/Color/2.35/127 Mins./Rated R<br />
Cast: Benjamin Dickey, Alia Shawkat, Josh Hamilton,<br />
Charlie Sexton.<br />
Directed by Ethan Hawke.<br />
Screenplay: Ethan Hawke, Sybil Rosen, based on Rosen’s<br />
memoir Living in the Woods in a Tree: Remembering<br />
Blaze Foley.<br />
Produced by Jake Seal, Ethan Hawke, John Sloss,<br />
Ryan Hawke.<br />
Executive producers: Louis Black, Sandy Boone,<br />
Gurpreet Chandhoke, Stephen Shea.<br />
Director of photography: Steve Cosens.<br />
Production designer: Thomas Hayek.<br />
Editor: Jason Gourson.<br />
Music: Blaze Foley, Townes Van Zandt.<br />
Costume designer: Lee Kyle.<br />
An Under the Influence production.<br />
An unconventional reimagining of a<br />
country-music legend’s career from writerdirector<br />
Ethan Hawke<br />
Languid, associative, at times dragging, at<br />
other moments deeply affecting, thanks to a<br />
song and a trick of the light, Ethan Hawke’s<br />
Blaze is difficult to define. It’s based on the<br />
life of country singer Blaze Foley, so should<br />
we call it a biopic? But Blaze lacks your standard<br />
cradle-to-the-grave scope; instead, the<br />
movie, directed and co-written (with the late<br />
Blaze’s former wife, Sybil Rosen) by Hawke,<br />
interweaves three different time periods<br />
to paint a portrait of an artist that’s more<br />
impressionistic than comprehensive. And yet<br />
the movie isn’t nearly abstract enough to be<br />
called a “tone poem.” Almost as singular as it<br />
claims its subject once was, then, what Blaze<br />
does offer is an experience fueled by the<br />
undeniable strength of the real Blaze Foley’s<br />
country-folk music.<br />
We are given to know our hero through<br />
flashbacks and flash-forwards: as he was in his<br />
relationship with the aspiring actress, Sybil<br />
(Alia Shawkat); on the long night before he<br />
met his tragic death; and through the narrative<br />
recollections of fellow musicians and friends<br />
Townes (Charlie Sexton) and Zee (Josh<br />
Hamilton), as they give a radio interview an<br />
unrevealed amount of time after Blaze’s death.<br />
Blaze is a gentle giant, hippy troubadour,<br />
romantic, great talent and—that unfortunate<br />
aspect of his character that gives his onscreen<br />
story its dramatic weight—a self-destructive<br />
mess. We see him falling in love in 1970s<br />
Georgia with the intelligent Sybil and living<br />
an Edenic life with her in a tree house in the<br />
woods. We see him, too, brawling in bars and<br />
drunkenly abusing hecklers across the Midwest.<br />
And we see him—we hear him, above all<br />
else—sing through every high and every low.<br />
The un-billed star of Blaze, the reason you<br />
stick with the story despite its relative lack of<br />
action and its time-jumping (which takes some<br />
getting used to), is the music. Impressive,<br />
too, are the handful of great performances<br />
given in service to those songs—think of the<br />
actors in this film as the equivalent of backup<br />
singers to Blaze’s tunes—most notably from<br />
Sexton as Townes, who brings such ease to<br />
his dialogue you’d think he was improvising on<br />
the spot, and Ben Dickey (who, like Sexton,<br />
is a musician off-screen as well) as Blaze. The<br />
latter is sometimes difficult to understand,<br />
with his Southern accent and his lyrical-jive<br />
way of talking. At times, when he’s whispering<br />
with Sybil in bed, he sounds not unlike a<br />
Dixie “Godfather.” But, having never heard<br />
any of the originals he covers, I found after a<br />
while I ceased to mind how difficult it was to<br />
understand Dickey when he spoke; I was only<br />
waiting for him to sing again.<br />
Although the screenwriting plays second<br />
fiddle to the songwriting here, there are a few<br />
noteworthy moments of humor that enliven<br />
the longer stretches without a song. Townes<br />
and Blaze are given to telling jawing anecdotes<br />
that are like short, comic stories unto themselves.<br />
(Perhaps unsurprising, coming from<br />
author Hawke.) Yes, they reveal things about<br />
the characters who tell them, but do these interludes<br />
also make the two-hour-plus film longer<br />
than it needs to be? Maybe. Possibly. Yes.<br />
But Blaze is not an economical movie when it<br />
comes to its storytelling, and the color these<br />
drawling anecdotes brings is so vivid, their<br />
length—that is, the length of the film in its<br />
entirety, really—must be given a pass.<br />
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