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Broken
Flowers
directed by Jim Jarmusch
Focus Features
106 minutes (R rating)
Commentary
by Donna
Schaper
Broken Flowers, the latest film from
director Jim Jarmusch, is something of a puzzle. The movie
is centered around Don Johnston, played by Bill Murray, a
preoccupied man who lives in the luxury penthouse/prison of
his own narcissism. Don made his money in computers, but now
doesn’t even own one. He is an “aging Don Juan”
who barely reacts when his girlfriend, who clearly likes him,
walks out on him in the movie’s first scene. He displays
little more emotion when he receives an anonymous letter stating
that 20 years ago he may have fathered a son and that the
19-year-old boy may be searching for him.
The puzzle lies in trying to unravel Don’s attraction.
Why do the film’s other characters, and the audience
for that matter, care a flip about a man who doesn’t
even make the effort to sip from a glass of wine sitting before
him. For some reason, people are willing to get close to Don
and be his mirror. When a man of means is bored by things
that have the capacity to enthuse others, our curiosity is
piqued. Why?
The plot develops around Don’s search for his son. Not
only does he not know if the boy really exists, he does not
even know which of his girlfriend’s might be the boy’s
mother. Left to his own passive devices, the questions would
remain just that—unanswered. Another person must chart
Don’s journey to find his possible progeny. Don’s
neighbor, Winston, played by Jeffrey Wright, is an ambitious
man from Ethiopia, with family, jobs, a passion for mystery
and a genuine interest in Don. Winston has energy, talent,
and oomph—and
shows it by throwing himself into the project of Don’s
finding his son.
Winston is so interested in Don’s finding his way that
he does all the research for him, guiding him through his
past by way of visits to old “girlfriends.” He
acts as executive secretary for Don’s search. He books
cars, hotels and outlines maps.
Winston’s only clue is the anonymous letter—typed
in red ink on pink stationery. “Take them all pink flowers,
and see what happens,” he counsels. Don’s self
absorption is so thorough that, instead of thanking Winston
for the clues, the preparation, the rentals of cars, he complains
to Winston from the road; “I am driving a Taurus, why
couldn’t I have a Porsche.”
And so Don’s journey begins. His first visit is to
Laura (Sharon Stone), whose NASCAR-champion husband died
in a car
wreck. Laura’s daughter, the appropriately named Lolita
(Alexis Dziena), offers herself and her popsicles to Don
in
two sad sex scenes, neither of which has any power to stir
him.
The
second stop is with Dora (Frances Conroy), whose life in real
estate, making prefab houses, makes Don almost interesting
in comparison. The third woman, Carmen (Jessica Lange), at
least has the gumption to be obnoxious towards Don. Carmen
has a thriving practice as an “animal communicator,”
able to hear messages such as that from her cat, who claims
Don has a hidden agenda.
Interestingly she is right. Don is looking for life, for God,
for a lost son—
and is willing to expend energy on his journey. Yet, he has
no clue as to just how important this search really is.
The fourth woman is Penny (Tilda Swinton). With Penny, we
almost think something might happen. Yet the scene only further
illuminates Don’s inability to feel. While other characters
react to a threat toward a loved one with passion, Don cannot.
I
didn’t know what disturbed me most about the movie:
the sexism of one man “starring” while four women
are explored only as pages in his romantic history; or was
it the theological emptiness? Why did a man who seemed to
have it all not give a damn about life or God? Or was it just
the sneaking suspicion that there are more empty lives than
I had imagined, devoid of the sacred, of enchantment, of vigor,
of enthusiasm.
The
picture is as broken as the flowers and their hope. They are
pink in a way that makes fun of multi-colored gender roles
and passionate love affairs. There is even a touch of racializing
in Winston’s vigor for Don: he is a man of color trying
to give a white man a lease on life. In this movie monochrome
takes on multi-color and wins a small victory, only to lose
a large one to the hope we retain for less alienated life.
Copyright
@ 2005 Donna Schaper
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