In
1967, Bonnie and Clyde could cause a stir because it seemed
to throw audiences' sympathies on the side of the "wrong" characters,
glorifying, or at least glamorizing, their bloody actions. In
Pulp Fiction (1994), Mia describes Vincent as a square, making
one with her fingers that appears in outline form on the screen,
reminding us not to care because, after all, what we are watching
is just a movie.
In
her lengthy defense of Bonnie and Clyde against its critics,
the late Pauline Kael noted that perhaps audiences reacted so strongly
to the movie not because it was a cold, ironic portrayal of
the outlaw heroes, but, on the contrary, because the film in fact
treated Bonnie and Clyde with humor, compassion, and humanity. In
other words, the ironic detachment that characterized movies of
the mid-1960s, especially Kubrick's Dr. Strangelove, which
portrayed everything in a kind of bleakly nihilistic, detached way,
gave way in Bonnie and Clyde to a sense that you could have
both: a level of ironic detachment buried within a larger story
that really and genuinely asked audiences to care about its characters.
What
fascinates about Bonnie and Clyde over thirty years later
isn't the shock of the violence, but rather how long it took to
recapture that delicately playful and treacherous balance between
irony and sincerity in American movies. This is even more difficult
today, when movies (and video games) are made and marketed for both
parents and their children, who consume the same films despite vastly
different experiences. Watching a little bit of Ridley Scott's
Alien (1979) with my ten-year old son, I had to turn it off
not because of any specific individual scenes (he has seen much
worse violence in Daredevil or even in his 007 Gamecube
video game) but rather because of the relentlessly adult mood and
sensibility of the film. How many recent science fiction films can
you think of that have no kids in them? (Alien has none.)
Until
recently, films by auteurist directors that asked audiences to treat
with sincerity their adult characters, such as Blue Velvet or
Eyes Wide Shut, were met by jaded critics who looked for
the
subversive irony behind every façade and who scoffed at the outdated
sentimentality. Afraid that there was a joke that they weren't getting,
afraid that they (like the critics who misunderstood the appeal
of Bonnie and Clyde) might become irrelevant in the ironic
era of Quentin Tarantino, critics engaged in a frenzy of overcompensation,
for the greatest sin in the postmodern era was to be duped into
sincerity by an insincere artifact.
Yet
this is no longer the case, and despite those who scoff at the summer
of the remake, there is another strain of American film has quietly
emerged, an experimental strain, where the intersections of sincerity
and irony are explored in complex, and often beautiful, ways. The
foundational films in this movement are Blue Velvet (1986),
sex, lies, and videotape (1989), and Eyes Wide Shut
(1999), where audiences' relationships to the characters are not
clearly spelled out, and where any distancing we feel is compensated
for my scenes of intense-even embarrassing-melodrama. The ur-text
for all these films is Terrence Malick's Badlands (1973),
whose surreal first line ("Give you a dollar to eat that collie")
is spoken by Martin Sheen with total conviction and sincerity.
Consider:
in 1976, there was nothing on television that approximated the violence
of Taxi Driver. Today, frequently network television shows (such
as CSI: Miami or NYPD Blue) outstrip most movies in
terms of violence. This shifting of violence from film to television
and cable and other cultural forms-such as song lyrics-has in many
ways marginalized the outlaw status of cinema. Part of the subversive
allure of Bonnie and Clyde was that it provided glimpses
of violence that weren't
available elsewhere. Today, against the gutter nihilism of bands
like System of a Down or Tool, or the spectacular
violence of video games like Grand Theft Auto, how can movies
compete for notoriety? And yet, the defanging of movies since the
1960s has resulted in a rejuvenated form based on a secret: restraint,
too, can yield an avant-garde. Just like the Dogme 95 collective
blossomed in the face of self-imposed rules, so too the most radical
American cinema since the 1960s decades has flourished through restraint:
as television becomes more cynical and ironic, cinema finds great
power and experimentation in restraint.
Here
is an initial and partial mapping of recent significant contributions
to the post-ironic movement:
Magnolia
(1999): Sprawling, decadent in its melodramatic weepiness, utilizing
all the signature habits of postmodernism, yet without the attendant
irony. The first film to bring widespread, mainstream attention
to the New Sincerity.
The
Dogme 95 Movement and Its Offspring: Dancer in the Dark
(2000) remains the most elusive, straddling the line between clinical
detachment and melodrama so finely that the film almost defines
a new, hybrid genre. It's the closest thing to a new language of
cinema since Cassavetes's experiments in the 1960s.
Muholland
Drive: By chance the first post 9-11 film, if not in fact than
in spirit. Premiering in Canada at the Toronto Film Festival in
the days surrounding the attacks, its full color ads bleeding in
the New York Times in the days before 9-11, the film captures
more than any theory the element of resigned surprise at discovering
that irony and sincerity are not mutually exclusive. The search
for the mystery becomes the mystery itself; like Adaptation
and Memento it is the telling of the story that the film
glories in.
Far
From Heaven (2002): The fact that many reviewers entertained
questions of the film's emotional core -- was it authentic or ironic?
-- suggests that there is a growing awareness and self-consciousness
about the habit of irony in the post-911 era.
Adaptation
(2002): The most aggressive example of postmodern self-reflexivity
used in the service of a traditional romantic underdog movie.
The
Good Girl (2002): At first, you think it's a parody of white-trash
losers-the overly lit blankness of the store's interior, the befuddled
numbness of the characters-until builds identification so strongly
that you begin to see the world from within the worldview of the
characters, not without.
McSweeney's:
That word Heartbreaking in Dave Eggers's book A Heartbreaking
Work of Staggering Genius (2000) is unironic; the book really
is heartbreaking, and in its endlessly digressive defenses of itself
in the paperback version, inaugurated a new form of public theory.
McSweeney's, the literary quarterly founded by Eggers that
sometimes comes in a box, sometimes wrapped in a rubberband, sometimes
with an accompanying CD or DVD, continues the tradition of synthesizing
the wild excesses of postmodern deconstruction while at the same
time offering stories and tales that are often genuinely touching.
Which
is to say: it's harder and harder to preserve the mystery and strangeness
of the world when it is so easily and quickly dispelled. In a sense,
this is the final triumph of the Enlightenment: the banishment of
myth. The risk in calling for a new aesthetics -- a new avant-garde
-- that aims to reanimate that mystery is that such moves are inevitably
labeled nostalgic or naïve. And yet isn't that what it means to
be human, to risk pride by opening up to the possibility of mystery?
This is harder to do today, when narrative itself is so easily disassembled
and opened to scrutiny: after all, the entire logic of DVDs conspires
to make a commodity not out of film, but of the process of making
film.
Anytime
a culture looks too closely at how stories are made, the benefits
of critique and skepticism are offset by irony and exhaustion. But
this new breed of film has figured it out: audiences raised during
the postmodern era already bring a sense of shared irony to the
objects around them -- they no longer need someone like Tarantino
to draw their squares on the screen for them.
--
Nicholas Rombes
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Nicholas Rombes is an associate professor of English
at the University of Detroit Mercy, where he teaches classes in
film and literature, and were he co-founded the Electronic Critique
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