Review #72 THE LAST FACE (2016, Sean Penn)

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They were two people in love, during a war. The war was brutal. But just as brutal … was their love.

Starring  Charlize Theron, Javier Bardem, Adèle Exarchopoulos, Jean Reno

Written by  Erin Dignam   

Produced by  Bill Gerber, Matt Palmieri, Bill Pohlad

Duration  132 minutes

 

 

THE LAST FACE reminds me of SUPERMAN III. Bear with me a minute.

It would be so easy to get the wrong idea about an actor if you only knew them from one film, and if that role turned out to be atypical.

Imagine if the only Bruce Willis movie you'd ever seen was DEATH BECOMES HER, where he plays a hen-pecked, nerdy plastic surgeon. Or if for Tom Hanks it was as an enforcer for the Irish mafia in ROAD TO PERDITION. Or Cameron Diaz as a mousey spinster in BEING JOHN MALKOVICH. Or what about nice guys playing villains: Albert Brooks in DRIVE, Steve Carrell in FOXCATCHER, Tom Cruise in COLLATERAL or MAGNOLIA, Stanley Tucci in THE LOVELY BONES, Henry Fonda in ONCE UPON A TIME IN THE WEST …

For me, it's Richard Pryor. Watching the Christopher Reeve Superman movies growing up, the one that made the biggest impression on me was the much-maligned SUPERMAN III (although it’s not as maligned as film number four, nuclear disarmament propaganda THE QUEST FOR PEACE). The movie exists for me as a succession of memories: the chemical factory fire, with its bubbling jars of acid and Supes freezing a nearby lake to use for water; the Man of Steel getting drunk and picking a junkyard fight with his physically manifested bespectacled alter ego; the female villain being restrained by wires while a supercomputer builds her into a terrifying, metal-eyed robot lady.

All that, and also Richard Pryor. Bumbling, wisecracking, downtrodden, seduced by bad influences for a taste of success – but actually a harmless goof. Pryor had played this type on screen before and would again, but only after first having burned himself into the public’s consciousness as a no-holds-barred stand-up comedian. The family-friendly comedies and collaborations with Gene Wilder only came later, and for most people those were a departure from the edginess they had come to know. But pre-teenage me had no idea about Pryor being a brilliant deliverer of hilarious and profanity-leaden monologues about contemporary America.

Now, as evidenced by the list above, a casting aberration is often when someone who is usually virtuous becomes a baddie, or the usually glamorous plays dowdy. And there is, of course, a tradition of comedians segueing into dramatic roles. Robin Williams is a good example, going back and forth throughout his career. But while the ultimately feelgood GOOD WILL HUNTING or AWAKENINGS or WHAT DREAMS MAY COME are one thing, if all you’d seen is ONE HOUR PHOTO (stalker) or INSOMNIA (murderer) or AUGUST RUSH (child exploiter) or DEAD AGAIN (disgraced psychiatrist) or DEATH TO SMOOCHY (alcoholic children’s entertainer), you’d have a far different impression of the former Mork from Ork – despite the fact that clearly he always wanted to stretch himself with a range of roles.

All of this brings us to the director of THE LAST FACE. Sean Penn has to be the most humourless person to ever get his break playing a comedic role; or indeed to have ever given such an inaccurate first impression of how his career would end up. Penn's first major part was as archetypal stoner Jeff Spicoli in FAST TIMES AT RIDGEMONT HIGH: long blond hair, “woah, dude!” surfer talk, Vans trainers, hilarious teacher-baiting stunts like ordering pizza to the classroom – basically, nothing like the Penn we would come to know and … um, to know. And sure enough, only one year later he was headlining uncompromising juvie flick BAD BOYS, forging a career path of dourness and self-seriousness (his cameo in Friends notwithstanding).

Now, with THE LAST FACE, we aren't dealing with Penn the actor; I know that. But his natural sensibility transfers to his work behind the camera – and that is entirely evident in this, his fifth feature and surely his worst (for the record, I really liked his one before, INTO THE WILD).

No one can claim that Penn doesn't have good intentions. He certainly wanted to highlight some serious issues, judging by the opening salvo (white text over an outline of Africa, in a graphic style that bizarrely recalls the opening of ESCAPE FROM NEW YORK):

 

Ten years apart, the Liberian civil war of 2003 and the ongoing conflict with South Sudan today share a singular brutality of corrupted innocence.

Heavy. OK, but then straight after we get this, which turns out to be a grim portent of the quality of movie coming up:

 

A corruption of innocence only known to the West by any remotely common degree ... through the brutality of an impossible love ... shared by a man ... and a woman ...

Um, what?

Then we're into a cosy domestic scene of our impossibly gorgeous stars, Charlize Theron and Javier Bardem, whispering sweet nothings to each other in soft-focus close ups. So, I guess this is the love between the man and the woman that is going to be both brutal and impossible, to the extent that it is the only way that Westerners such as us (and them – although Charlize is actually South African) can 'know' a pair of years-apart but comparable African wars?

It's pretty confusing, and kind of an odd premise for an ostensibly sincere project. And pretty tasteless, too, right? Wouldn't it have been better to highlight the plight of the Liberians and Sudanese by, you know, focusing on the actual people from those countries?

And as we follow this allegorical love story over 132 tedious minutes, as Charlize lobbies stuffy men in stuffy rooms and Javier plunges arm deep into bloody corpses in hospital tents, the awkwardness of the movie's conceit never lets us go.

It's there in the predictable, sub-romcom ups and downs of their relationship. It's there in the cheesy dialogue, overblown speeches and forced emotion. It's there in the marginalising of talented co-stars like Jean Reno, Adèle Exarchopoulos and Jared Harris. And it's definitely there in the swelling Hans Zimmer score, one of his rare paint-by-numbers jobs that lets no melodramatic moment pass by without mining it for maximum melodrama.

THE LAST FACE got booed at its premiere at the Cannes Film Festival. You hear that now and then about a movie, and usually it turns out to be not so bad in the end.

This isn't one of those occasions.

Come back, Jeff Spicoli, all is forgiven! Pizzas all round!

One star out of five.

 

Valid use of the word ‘last’?  I have no idea what this movie’s title means. The last face you see before you die? Is it Javier's? Charlize's? ... Sean Penn's?!

What would a movie called THE FIRST FACE be about?  “In the early 11th century, Ibn al-Haytham's Maqala fi al-Binkam described a mechanical water clock that, for the first time in history, accurately measures time in hours and minutes. To represent the hours and minutes, Ibn al-Haytham invented ... a clock face.” I want to see that as a movie, History Wiki!

Previously:  THE LAST MAN

Next time:  THE LAST CASTLE

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