Badtime Stories
Todd Solondz's new film, Storytelling, begins
with a raw shot of Selma Blair, bleached blonde and
streaked pink, screaming at the moment of orgasm.
Where his previous films, Welcome to the
Dollhouse (1996) and Happiness (1998),
certainly pushed the envelope of sexuality in cinema,
Storytelling looks like a new phase of adult
content. On reflection, however, this turns out to be
only partly true.
Storytelling consists of two parts: a prologue
of sorts, called "Fiction," followed by the longer
"Non-Fiction." Solondz stated in a press conference at
the New York Film Festival that the structure was
inspired by Full Metal Jacket's devastating
one-two punch, although the script for
Storytelling evolved into two separate stories
rather than using the same characters in both.
In "Fiction," college student Vi (Blair) sleeps with
cerebral palsy-afflicted Marcus (Leo Fitzpatrick,
Kids), another student in her writing class.
He's a terrible writer, but she figures that his CP
gives him "depth." The relationship is in trouble when
she evades listening to his latest draft by
insincerely complimenting the first version. He
responds, "The kinkiness isn't there any more. You've
become kind."
The next day, after a disastrous class critique of his
latest short story, during which VI does not come to
his defense, Marcus accuses Vi of wanting to sleep
with the professor. He may be right. Professor Scott
(Robert Wisdom), a particularly harsh critic and
Pulitzer-prizing winning author of a book called
Sunday Lynching, is an intimidating figure.
When Vi sees him at a bar sometime after class, she
strikes up a conversation with him, contradicting
everything she has said to Marcus. Thus revealed to us
as a liar who doesn't seem to have a will of her own,
Vi sets herself up for further humiliation by asking
Scott if she has potential as a writer. "No," he
replies flatly.
Inevitably, perhaps, she goes home with the professor,
and a cruel, graphic seduction ensues, with a bold red
square censoring -- and calling attention to -- what
U.S. audiences are forbidden to see. (The film will be
released uncensored elsewhere, but Solondz
contractually required the right to make a statement
about his willing self-censorship.) In someone else's
film, Vi might eventually empower herself or react
with horror at what she's done. Solondz, however, has
her respond with an unexpected, bizarre spin on
political correctness. At which point, the professor
calls her out as a "spoiled suburban white girl with a
Benetton rainbow complex."
When Vi returns to writing class, she has composed a
short story based on her experience with the
professor. The experience hasn't made her a brilliant
writer, but the story does present the first instance
in which she has been truthful about herself and her
feelings. Her classmates rip the story apart, echoing
well-known criticisms of Solondz's other films. One
girl accuses Vi of "using offensive language to cover
the hollowness of [her] characters." When she exclaims
that her story "really happened," the professor
observes, "Once you start writing, it all becomes
fiction."
This degradation of the female protagonist recalls
similar plotlines in some recent European films: in
Lars von Trier's Breaking the Waves (1997) and
Dancer in the Dark (2000), women are
troublingly "redeemed" through abuse and death, and in
Jean-Pierre and Luc Dardenne's Rosetta (1999),
the titular character suffers other consequences. But
in "Fiction," the idea gets the Solondz spin: after
enduring a damaging experience and seemingly
developing a creative means of coping, Vi tragically
finds that no one can or will appreciate her newfound
voice.
In "Nonfiction," Toby Oxman (Paul Giamatti) is a
documentary filmmaker who "speaks" through other
people's voices. He begins as a classic Solondz loser,
akin to Seymour Phillip Hoffman's crank phone caller
in Happiness. Toby calls a girl he knew in high
school who wrote in his yearbook that she would love
him forever. He appears to be looking for affection,
or maybe it's funding for his new project, an
"intimate look" at suburban high school students,
post-Columbine. (He's also written a letter to Jacques
Derrida, asking him to narrate.) For the film, Toby
finds his key subject in Scooby (Mark Webber), a
dim-witted, drug-addled senior from an affluent,
Jewish, New Jersey family. "I'm not stupid. I watch
TV," Scooby asserts.
In this section, the movie alternates between the
trials of documentary filmmaking and Scooby's
homelife. His parents, Marty and Fern (John Goodman
and Julie Hagerty), insist that he apply for college,
which he eventually agrees to do. "I can always drop
out," he reasons. Scooby's younger brothers, Brady
(Noah Fleiss) and Mikey (Jonathan Osser), are,
respectively, a football jock and a precocious meddler
who enjoys twisting logic ("If it wasn't for Hitler,
none of us would have been born").
The most disturbing moments in "Nonfiction" come
during the interaction between Mikey and Consuelo
(Lupe Ontiveros), the family's Salvadorian maid, whom
Mikey accuses of being lazy. Consuelo and Professor
Scott, notably, are the first prominent non-white
characters in Solondz's work; their positions in this
film, as exploited and exploiter in predominantly
white communities, do not make them "token" figures,
but as contentious and difficult to read as any other
character in the film.
Neither as brutal nor as darkly comic as "Fiction,"
"Nonfiction" drags on a bit, as Scooby muddles through
adolescence and Toby works on his documentary. In the
editing room, he confronts a real dilemma and a common
question for documentary makers: will he exploit his
subject in order to make the project more appealing
and entertaining? When Toby test-screens the film, the
crowd responds favorably to what he has done, which
is, after all, exploitative. And when Scooby hears
this condescending laughter, he has an epiphany,
seeing himself as the fool as others see him.
As a companion piece to "Fiction," "Nonfiction" offers
a muddled parallel between creating a short story and
creating a documentary. The sections' doubling motifs
are more apparent, in Scooby's and Vi's moments of
self-realization when they are heckled. But neither
shows the character after his or her transformative
experience, so the implied personal evolution is never
visible. This absence may be more disturbing than the
events that are shown in Storytelling.
Solondz's continuing experimentation with narrative
form -- from the straight-ahead single protagonist's
trajectory in Welcome to the Dollhouse, to the
ensemble cast's interwoven experiences in
Happiness, to the two-part division in
Storytelling -- is surely admirable, But the
stories here suffer from the chosen format. The
brief "Fiction" has a sharper impact; "Nonfiction,"
however, draws out plot events -- which are perhaps
inherently less interesting than Solondz's others --
to the point that they become tedious. Solondz has
been cruel before, but never dull. And that's most
shocking of all.