+ another review of Keeping the Faith by Ben Varkentine
An Old Joke with a New Twist
The sweeping aerial views of Manhattan that introduce Keeping the Faith set up Edward Norton's directorial debut as a "New
York Story." And it is, to a degree, but more by implication than
anything else, as the particular character of the city informs
the particulars of the characters. More obviously, the city is a
backdrop for the classic narrative of romance found, romance
tested, romance regained. The representative New York of
Keeping the Faith lies somewhere in between the hyperreal
absurdity of NYPD Blue and the boutique-chic, antiseptic
Manhattan of Friends: a warm, funny, confusing NYC where
segregated neighborhoods overlap, and ethnic and religious
boundaries solidify and dissolve between inevitably
boundary-crossing human relationships, but no one gets seriously
hurt.
Throughout the opening shots, Father Brian Finn (Norton)
stumbles, drunk through blurry dissolves in and out of the
gaudy city lights into an Irish bar. What could be more
typically New York than a drunken Irish Catholic priest stumbling
drunkenly into a bar, you might ask? Well, as the bartender, and
the viewer, soon find out, this film is a knowing riff on an old
joke, sometimes challenging, sometimes confirming stereotypical
ethnic humor.
After Father Finn orders a beer, he begins to tell his story to
the bartender (Brian George, Seinfeld's Babu) a
Sikh-Catholic Muslim with Jewish in-laws ("appropriately complex"
as a
point-of-entry for a diverse audience) which goes something
like: "My best friend's a rabbi, I'm a priest, we both fell in
love with our childhood girlfriend and now I'm a drunken mess
because..." To which the bartender replies, "C'mon, a priest and
a rabbi... I think I've heard this one before." Yeah, it's the
oldest set up in the world, and yet, it seems, not so stale that
the stereotypical implications of the premise can't be
exonerated, tastefully, with an exploration of what it means to
be a Judeo or Christian spiritual leader in the 21st century, or
how two such leaders with fundamentally distinct doctrines can
maintain a friendship based on mutual respect. Not that these
issues are really tackled in Keeping the Faith, but they are
tickled, into comic situations and ambiguously optimistic sermons
that sound like motivational stand-up routines. The fact that
they are raised at all may signal the human needs that religion,
without apocalyptic overtones, attempts to meet.
In this version of the priest and rabbi joke, the priest, Brian
Finn, and the rabbi, Jake Schram (Ben Stiller) are best friends
who grew up together on the Upper West Side with their Irish
Catholic tomboy gal-pal Anna "Banana" Reilly. As Norton the
actor cries in his beer at the bar, Norton the director flashes
back to idyllic scenes of their childhood together, complete with
baseball, trading cards (rabbi cards for Jake), and innocent
adolescent rambunctiousness. All these flashbacks lead up to
Anna's eventual move to the west coast, after which the two boys
apply themselves to learning the tenets of the respective faiths
and becoming the hippest clerics on the block. And hip they are
Father Finn drops lines at mass like, "There are no solo acts
in Christianity, we're gonna be the Fugees here, no Lauren
Hills," and "You all remember the seven deadly sins. A very
popular film with Brad Pitt. You people have the ultimate cliff
note." The progressive Rabbi Schram restores the confidence of a
Jewish lad with pre-bar mitzvah jitters by having him chant, "I
love that I suck." Despite the fact that most members of their
congregations seem too old to get these references, the
self-designated "God Squad" are very successful at pitching an
"old world God with a new age spin," though they do avoid trying
to reconcile pantheistic new age philosophy with monotheistic
theology.
But all these issues are pushed aside the moment that grown-up
Anna (Jenna Elfman) steps back into Brian and Jake's lives. Now
a high-powered, corporate something or other, Anna's swaggering,
sexy, self-confidence magically turns both men into gangly
14-year-olds as soon as she steps off the plane (in slow motion
no less). A bizarre love triangle inevitably develops between
sexually frustrated Anna, sexually repressed Brian, and sexually
anxious Jake, who is being squeezed by the "kosher nostra," a
gang of Jewish women from his synagogue trying to set him up with
their daughters.
Norton externalizes his characters' desires with conspicuous
visual cues that ask you to identify with them: full-frame stills
of photographs from Jake, Anna, and Brian's childhood evoke a
wistful nostalgia that keeps pulling the three together, despite
their incongruous careers. Still, Anna is clearly ready to hook
up with someone: her sexual tension is represented by her
voyeuristic tendency to spy on the neighboring high-rise with
binoculars, into an office conveniently inhabited by a cheeseball
corporate guy cavorting with various female coworkers, with his
tie around his head. The boys's readiness is also conveyed by
point of view imagery: during a garden outing, Anna, viewed
through the gaze of Brian and Jake, is captured in freeze-frames,
twirling like Audrey Hepburn, consummately adorable.
With understated, but effective, tricks like these, Norton
establishes subjective states for his characters, as well as a
convincing intimacy between them. The film does not, however,
live up to its comic potential. Despite the screwy humor of
Jake's rabbi trading cards ("Wow, a Rabbi Schlomo Shnerson rookie
card!"), redundant and annoying flashbacks slow the action, and
unnecessary plot convolutions Jake's mother Ruth (Anne
Bancroft) suffers a climax-igniting stroke further hinder the
pace of what could be a really funny screwball comedy. As Norton
should know, good comedy thrives on brevity. On top of the
film's length (over two hours), Norton and Stiller have no comic
chemistry onscreen most of their scenes together look like bad
rehearsals and some of the ethnic humor is really overdone. In
one scene, Jake goes on a date with an overly aggressive Jewish
girl who proclaims, "Exercise is a religion to me," and attempts
to drag him, bodily, to her apartment at the end of the night.
She is so obnoxious, and another Jewish date, high profile news
anchor Rachel Rose (Rena Sofer), is so dull and humorless, that
the Irish Catholic Anna seems like the perfect alternative to any
of the Jewish women that Jake's congregation wants to see him
with.
Occasionally, the ethnic humor works, when not over the top. The
high point of the film is actor Ken Leung, who turns in a
surprisingly hilarious performance as Tony, a shrewd karaoke
machine salesman, who sings "Jessie's Girl," in a fake Chinese
accent, then turns the bogus accent off when he finds out that
Brian and Jake are not easy marks. It is this type of
self-parodying ethnic humor Leung's put-on of an immigrant
Chinese merchant, Stiller's jests at Jewishness that make
Keeping the Faith feel like a "New York Story," with characters
negotiating the wide gaps between their ethnic groups, and the
less intractable differences between them as human beings. This
is a fine line Norton and screenwriter Stuart Blumberg walk, and
sometimes the stereotypes are less than ironic. In one scene that
is more offensive than both Sister Acts combined, Rabbi Jake
Schram brings in a black Baptist choir to spice up a traditional
Hebrew song. Okay, the implication here is obvious "All black
people have soul" but apparently not enough to warrant the
black actors speaking parts, thereby negating any non-musical
contributions that this charismatic bunch might offer to the
staid synagogue, as they play Mr. Bojangles to Stiller's Shirley
Temple.
Apart from this scene, and the following one in which a horde of
Jewish mothers shove their smiling daughters into the camera,
Jake's first-person point of view, Norton refrains from making
any outward criticisms of religious or ethnic traditions. The
film takes a tolerant "live and let live" attitude: if we can all
learn to get along, and learn something from each other, things
will works themselves out. And if our differences won't
disappear, they'll just become less different. Thought the
identities of the characters in Keeping the Faith are firmly
rooted in their ethnic and religious distinctions, it is
specifically the strength of those distinctions that is being
addressed, as both viable identity structures and insecure
footholds in a changing world. Rabbi Schram articulates these
ideas in a sermon, saying, "We live in a really complex world
where boundaries and definitions are breaking down, challenging
us not just as human beings, but as
Jews."
In Keeping the Faith, the schism between humanness and
religious or ethnic identity as in human and Jewish, human and
Irish Catholic is smoothly resolved by a formulaic, Sleepless in Seattle-like ending, in which girl gets guy and everybody's
happy. But the questions still linger long after the predictable
punchline to this old joke. Can men and women just be friends?
What if the man's a priest whose best friend the rabbi is her
lover? Can Catholics and Jews really get along by way of
karaoke? Could a priest and a rabbi possibly be this cool? I
guess we'll have to wait for the sequel.