Mystic River, the much anticipated new film from director Clint Eastwood, left me
unmoved. From the outset the film felt overblown and overly melodramatic. Every
scene, every bar of music warns you that this story is going to be important and
you had best take note. The ominous tone of the movie started to irritate me
within minutes.
Granted, it's an ominous story. The film opens with three boys--Dave, Jimmy, and
Sean--neighborhood friends, playing together. Dave is taken away in a car, which
mars him horribly, but mars the other two as well. The three find themselves
back together 25 years later when the Jimmy's 19 year-old daughter is brutally
beaten and murdered. Sean is now a homicide detective and Dave is the prime
suspect. And Jimmy? Jimmy is a thug.
From minute one, Mystic River involves so much pain and so many damaged people,
that we never feel any joy at all. Even the camera work is ponderous and
deliberate, morbidly so. Eastwood has the camera zoom off into the sky with
laborious music--which Eastwood wrote--emphasizing points that acquired
significance more through the filming than the story.
It's as though Clint Eastwood is determined to make Mystic River an Academy Award
winner, to me however, he forgets that the first job of a movie is to pull in the
audience. I was alienated by the pomposity of this film.
In fact, the movie is set up to be so burdened, by the time we find the bashed
and wretched body of Jimmy's daughter, I had basically decided that I didn't want
to see the rest of the movie. Further, I knew that the supposed fall guy for the
crime had not done it and was irritated that the other characters in the movie
were stupid enough to think that he was guilty.
Another irritation for me was what I considered to be a huge plot hole. At one
point, one of the detectives finds blood in the trunk of the car of the prime
suspect. They assume it to be blood of the murdered girl, especially when the
blood type matches. Did no one think to see if it was actually the same blood?
Hello DNA.
The treatment of women is wretched! Beyond Jimmy's daughter, who is murdered,
there's Jimmy's wife, the Lady Macbeth in waiting, Dave's wife, the living
Ophelia, and Sean's wife who calls him all the time but doesn't say a word.
Not that the men do all that much better. I assume that the novel gives a lot of
detail into each of the characters, whereas the film only has time to really
focus on Jimmy. I thought Sean Penn was wonderful in the role of Jimmy, even
though the material he was given is so melodramatic he has little choice but to
overact. Still, I believed everything he did and said, even when the going got
tough.
To sum up, Mystic River bothered me for more reasons than the horrific material
of the story. It's a heavy duty film made more so by cumbersome filming.
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