Extremely Moved by Extremely Loud

It was with a small dose of trepidation that we approached “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close,” based on the 2005 novel by Jonathan Safran Foer, but only because images and emotions from 9/11 are still difficult to absorb.

 

Yet this beautiful film (opening wide January 20) is well worth the trip back in time to that trauma of “the horrible day,” as it is called by the main character, a precocious and intuitive boy named Oskar Schell, played by an outstanding young actor named Thomas Horn.

As we see in flashbacks, he is especially close with his father (Tom Hanks) who takes Oskar on exploratory, scientific adventures all over Manhattan and insists that there is a missing sixth borough– a concept that fascinates the boy no end.

 

When his father asked him to bring back something from every decade, the boy produces a rock, much to his father’s delight. Thus we see the the solidity of the relationship, even as Mom (Sandra Bullock) doesn’t seem to have much of a role other than to be supportive of them.

 

We are not giving anything away here to say that the father perishes in the twin towers, after a heartbreaking series of missed phone messages left on the answering machine of the home where Oskar has not yet arrived after being let out of school early.

 

Never able to ascribe meaning to the tragedy and becoming increasingly estranged from his mother, Oskar fixates on a key he finds hidden away in his father’s belongings, a key that he hopes will unlock the mystery of why his dad had to die, or at least give him a message from beyond or some type of meaning.

 

He’s already shown himself to be an incredibly bright child with a growing obsessive/compulsive disorder, which works to his favor in mapping out and tracking down the clues that he feels will lead him to what the key unlocks.

 

Afraid of public transportation, he walks great distances in the search. All the while, as he pushes his mother away, he becomes closer with his paternal grandmother, who lives across the way in a building that he can see from his bedroom window. They communicate by walkie-talkie and grandma warns him not to talk to a strange man who rents a room at her place, a person she simply calls “the renter.”

 

Played by Max von Sydow as a man who can’t speak and writes down his answers or comments quickly on paper or shows the “yes” or “no” that are written on the palm of each hand, young Oskar becomes fascinated with him and quickly begins to view him as a father figure. So much so that the mystery man is asked to come along on the journeys to find the lock the the key fits.

 

It is here that “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close” soars to new emotional heights as the boy learns to overcome his fears, which include meeting the diverse group of people who may be able to provide answers to his search.

 

Through all of his methodical searching, and just when he’s close to giving up, Oskar does finally find the person who has the key the the lock opens– and the movie takes an entirely new direction in a journey the audience will never forget.

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, rated PG-13

Directed by Stephen Daldry, written by Eric Roth

 

 

Young Adult: Billed as a Comedy but Heartbreaking at its Core

Although we’ve seen some of the key comedic scenes multiple times in commercials and trailers –Charlize shopping for a hot outfit, Charlize talking about her baggage–watching “Young Adult” felt fresh and new.

Full disclosure: Charlize Theron is a huge favorite of ours, as an actress, as a person and as one of the most beautiful women to currently grace the silver screen.

By all accounts, her character, young adult author and Minneapolis (or Mini-Apple, as small town Minnesotans apparently call it) resident Mavis Gary, was supposed to be “vile,” a word that is rarely used but brings to mind horrendous qualities about a person.

But is it really so terrible that she apparently has trouble meeting deadlines, loses herself in casual sex, drinks from a huge bottle of Diet Coke as a hangover cure first thing in the morning or pulls her hair to relieve stress? C’mon people, Mavis is not that out there, especially when she settles in with a bucket of KFC to watch the latest ep of “Keeping Up With the Kardashians” or tries to remember to feed her pocketbook-sized Pomeranian.

You could possibly say she’s a bit deluded, but nothing completely off the charts–until she decides to trek back to her small Minnesota town and win back the heart of her high school boyfriend, a married hottie (played by Patrick Wilson)  who just had a baby girl.

OK, this is a pretty common scenario—in your dreams, though. Who hasn’t wanted to go back to high school and re-live young romance, especially if you were hooked up with the cute star player on the baseball team who was also the lead singer/guitarist of a band who played around town—or the equivalent?

What makes Mavis’ fictional story so interesting and relatable—through Cody’s sharp script and Reitman’s direction—is the filmmakers’ refusal to let her off the hook for her foibles, or to grant her any sort of redemption in the third act.  

Sure, some of the scenes are painful to watch, like the meltdown at a family party, which we won’t spoil, or when we realize she was never going to call her parents who live in the small town, which is continually bashed as a hick haven whose haute cuisine is the newest location of a combo Taco Bell, Pizza Hut and KFC.

More humor comes in her overindulgence in Makers Mark at the local bars, of which there appear to be two. One dive, one not so dive—where she originally makes her play for Wilson, who has agreed to meet her for old time’s sake.

Mavis’ fantasy of stealing him away from his salt of the earth wife—who’s also a drummer in an all-new-mom garage band—takes over her reality, and we’re in for the duration, a surprisingly short and snappy hour and a half.

And what heroine, drunk, disheveled or at her best, doesn’t need a kicky confidant? In this scenario, he’s played by Patton Oswalt in an authentic take on a high school nerd twenty years later, making homebrewed liquor in the garage of the house where he lives with his sister, who idolizes Mavis.

Patton, as Matt, was Mavis’ locker mate during high school, but she barely acknowledged his presence—until he was brutally beaten by bullies because they thought he was gay.

As bizarre soulmates with wounded psyches—his from much longer ago and hers more recent, it seems—they make a riveting pair. You almost, almost, hope that Mavis will see the light and realize what a great, available guy he is, a man who would worship the ground she walks on—even knowing her “truth.”

But Reitman and Cody have another ending in mind, and it’s not a typical Hollywood one.

Young Adult, Rated R

Directed by Jason Reitman, written by Diablo Cody.

Running time: 1:34

New Year’s Eve: Worst Holiday Movie Ever?

 

Holiday movies, by virtue of the power vested in them, are supposed to have uplifting elements to them. But in the case of the celebrity-packed “New Year’s Eve,” from the makers of the similarly-themed “Valentine’s Day,” the dominant emotions are stultifying boredom and dread.

The story certainly had potential for that warm, fuzzy feeling. The concept: take a bunch of diverse, but generally inordinately attractive people like Halle Berry, Jessica Biel, Zac Efron and Josh Duhamel – some couples, some former couples, some singles and some kids – and mash up all their stories in New York City on New Year’s Eve.

Make one of the centerpieces a last-minute glitch in the the famous ball drop at Times Square, overseen by a toothy Hilary Swank, and a race between two couples to deliver the first child of the new year for a $25,000 prize and you have yourselves the making of a lighthearted, fun comedy.

But the mix of movie and television stars thrown together for seemingly no other reason than their tabloidability just never seems to work– until the surprise ending – which we are not going to spoil. Only to say that it partially mitigated the previous two hours of discomfort of watching scenes like:

– a slacker/hipster Ashton Kutcher (gee, that’s a stretch) stuck in an elevator with an aspiring singer played by Lea Michele. If you’re a fan of hers, you may appreciate the skintight red bandage dress with black tights. Otherwise, not so much.

– SNL’s Seth Meyers as the husband of pregnant Jessica Biel. You’ll be waiting for him to say something funny, but it just doesn’t happen.

– Jon Bon Jovi as a gasp, hot, headlining rockstar who gets religion about relationships and tries to pull out some stops in order to win back his ex, Katherine Heigl, masquerading as an accomplished chef catering one of the city’s biggest bashes. We must say Bon Jovi, not singing, was one of the film’s highlights.

– Robert DeNiro in a throwaway role that probably took a couple hours to shoot as a dying man in a hospital bed who refuses treatment– and whose last wish is to see the ball drop from the rooftop. Yeah, right. Going out of this life on a real highlight.

– Michelle Pfeiffer as you’ve never seen her before, and wouldn’t want to again, as a scattered, mousy music industry secretary who quits her job and goes on a “bucket list” journey with none other than Zac Efron. Okay, will admit it – he’s cute and charming.

– And then there’s Sofia Vergara in another caricature of her va va voom Latina bombshell persona, which has become extremely tiresome, spouting one inane line after another as she thrusts herself in the direction of Bon Jovi– even though she works for Heigl.

Need we say more? One person we haven’t mentioned is Sarah Jessica Parker. That’s because she supplies the only real emotions and romantic drama in the whole piece. You go, SJP.  Everyone else, probably best to forget you were in this stinker.

New Year’s Eve, directed by Garry Marshall, written by Katherine Fugate

 Rated PG-13, Runs 1:57

My Week With Marilyn: Michelle’s Revealing Take on a Legend

That’s funny. Or maybe, not so much. For Golden Globes, “My Week With Marilyn” is being entered as a comedy. Funny is one of the last adjectives that come to mind after seeing this well-crafted film. Tender, touching and perhaps, a bit amusing maybe, but laugh out loud comedic, no.

But one thing’s for sure.

Michelle Williams is a revelation as the great screen and sex icon Marilyn Monroe. That comes as somewhat of a surprise as the pixie-haired actress known for her roles in “Blue Valentine” and “Brokeback Mountain” wouldn’t seem like a natural, as Scarlett Johansson or Charlize Theron might, based upon their looks and acting abilities.

 

In fact, Johansson was reportedly up for the role, as were Amy Adams and Kate Hudson.

 

Williams had to pad out her slim physique to mimic Marilyn’s curves and go through extensive makeup every day, but it’s what comes from the inside that shines through in this fascinating tale of Monroe’s time in London, making the 1957 comedy “The Prince and the Showgirl” with one of the acting world’s all-time greats, Sir Laurence Olivier.

 

Based upon two books by Colin Clark, who was a 23-year-old glorified gofer on the film, the story chronicles his time in England with Monroe after her then-husband, Arthur Miller briefly joined her for the production and then went back to the United States.

 

Predictably, Clark, played by a charming Eddie Remayne, falls in love with the vulnerable bombshell and is at her beck and call, as she struggles with showing up on time on the set and dealing with the renowned Olivier and his movie star wife Vivien Leigh.

 

The tone is set when on the first day of shooting, Monroe keeps the entire cast in full costume waiting for two hours while she prepares with her protective acting coach, Paula Strasberg.

 

Olivier, who shows no patience forMonroe’s “Method,”  is played by the superb Kenneth Branagh. The exemplary cast also includes Dougray Scott, Judi Dench and Emma Watson in supporting roles.

 

My Week With Marilyn, Rated R

Directed by Simon Curtis, written by Adrian Hodges

Running time: 101 minutes

Shame: Michael Fassbender’s NC-17 Sex in the City Thrill Ride

Deep, dark, gloomy and, dare we say, penetrating. That’s the feeling you get from the very beginning of the new thriller, “Shame.”

 

If you missed seeing the Irish born actor Michael Fassbender in “X-Men: First Class,” “Jane Eyre,” “Hunger,” or this season’s “A Dangerous Method,” you’ll never forget him as Brandon in the Steve McQueen directed “Shame.”

 

We first meet the handsome, brooding Brandon in bed at his New York apartment and within less than a minute, see him full-frontal– and then furiously masturbating in his bathroom and then in the men’s room in his office, where he also accesses porn on the company computer.

 

His exact occupation is left somewhat of a mystery – he may work at an advertising agency– but one thing is quite clear. He’s a sex addict who has difficulty connecting with himself or with other people as human beings. A soulless Manhattanite who needs the release of sex multiple times a day, whether it’s by himself, with a pickup at a bar or a prostitute.

Despite his uncontrollable urges and his lack of introspection about them, Brandon has his routines down pat. We see him showering in the morning, repeatedly listening to a phone message from what sounds like a desperate ex-flame that he’s blown off, commuting to work on the subway–where he often flashes back to his sexual gratification and gives the eye to attractive women. Then, his day involves dealing with his workload and his boss, played by a schlumpy (as we’ve never seen him) James Badge Dale– who’s more of a bar buddy wanting in on some of Brandon’s action.

 

And then there’s the joyless sex– on the street, in his apartment, or in the window of the Standard Hotel in full view of the street below. It’s not identified, but that’s where a lot of the action takes place.

 

As they used to say about “Sex and the City,” New York City is a character in this film and its aficionados will enjoy figuring out other sites where scenes were filmed.

 

All may be fine and good, as it apparently has been for years, until a big complication arrives at Brandon’s doorstep in the form of his sister, Sissy, in a stunning performance by Carey Mulligan. She is as emotionally open and needy as he is contained, demanding that she stay with him, where she proceeds to press all of his buttons in the wrong way, including walking in on a masturbation session.

 

It’s when Sissy– a nightclub singer with her own deeply felt emotional issues– takes up with the married boss that things get really out of control and start to spiral downward for Brandon, who already perceives the walls closing in.

 

Meanwhile, he’s trying to start an actual dating relationship with a coworker played by Nicole Beharie. They start off on an awkward dinner date and, well, we’re not going to spoil what happens.

 

The whole time, with shades of “American Psycho,” you’re wondering what Brandon is going to do next. Rape, murder? Assault? The journey involves a gay sex club, some seedy bars and a threesome– all through the lens of Brandon’s desperation and despair.

 

Shame, Rated NC-17

Directed by Steve McQueen, written by McQueen and Abi Morgan

Running time: 1:39

 

Rampart: Harrelson at His Best as a Very Bad Cop

 

If you’re expecting another “Training Day,” in which Denzel Washington played a corrupt LA cop in the role that won him an Academy Award, you’re probably going to be a bit disappointed in “Rampart,” a much buzzed about film in limited release to qualify for awards.

 

Washington, you may recall, was riveting as a rogue cop running his own drug and cash enterprise within the LAPD, and nearly as mesmerizing, Woody Harrelson will definitely be on the Oscar shortlist for his portrayal of officer Dave Brown.

 

Set in 1999 in the scandal-plagued Rampart division, the square-jawed, self-proclaimed “soldier in the jungle” Brown hasn’t learned the lessons of the 1992 Rodney King beating and ensuing Los Angeles riots. He is caught on tape, single handedly and in broad daylight, brutally beating a suspect who has the audacity to crash into his patrol car.

 

The assault – which is played endlessly on the local and national news– forces Dave and those around him at work and in his messy home life (he has two ex-wives, sisters to each other, and a daughter born of each) to confront the demons it unleashes.

Previously, we’ve been introduced to his M.O. on the job, intimidating his young female partner in the parking lot of a fast food restaurant by forcing her to eat some French fries in a game of mindfuck which he’s clearly going to win.

 

While Brown’s crooked cop is magnetic as the audience gets to know him through his multiple flaws and sexual magnetism– he has no trouble getting multiple women at his local bar sleep with him– that relationship with the partner is quickly dropped and you never see her again. Which is a shame, because she could have been a great storytelling device.

 

Instead of a tight, dramatic, suspenseful story like the aforementioned “Training Day,” or a period piece like “L.A. Confidential,” “Rampart” is more of an impressionistic, noir-in-bright-sunlight take on a deviant personality whose bad behavior within the LAPD is condoned until it can simply no longer be contained.

 The story, written by director Oren Moverman and crime lit maestro James Ellroy, left us longing for much more cop/corruption/detective action–the kind that nearly makes you jump out of your seat.

Instead, we got some additional suspense in the form of an excellent, heavyweight supporting cast including Sigourney Weaver, Steve Buscemi, Cynthia Nixon, Anne Heche, Ned Beatty and Ben Foster, who also starred with Harrelson in Moverman’s ”The Messenger.”

Rampart, Rated R, Running Time 1:52

Directed by Oren Moverman, written by Moverman and James Ellroy

TAR Rating: 3.5 Stars

Like Crazy: The Challenges and Joys of Long Distance Love

There’s a real life lesson in the big plot twist of the film “Like Crazy.” If you’re a foreign national, don’t overstay your visa in the United States to spend the summer – or any other season – with your lover. (Or for any other reason.)

 

That’s what puts a huge wrinkle in the fabric of the delightful, dynamic, wistful,poetic relationship of Jacob and Anna, charmingly played by the now no longer unknowns Anton Yelchin and Felicity Jones, who meet and fall in love as undergraduate students in Los Angeles.

 

She’s on a student visa from the UK, but when it’s time to go back to London for the summer, she opts to stay in the City of Angels, spending languorous days and passionate nights with her boyfriend. Cinematically, it’s a pleasure to watch as they eat ice cream, ride bumper cars and otherwise embrace the time they have together.

 

Anna’s impulsive decision has huge personal and legal repercussions that keep the couple oceans apart for the next few years, starting with her being held by immigration officials and not able to leave LAX, where Jacob is greeting her with a bouquet of flowers. It’s relationship interruptus across eight time zones.

 

Made for pocket change ($250,000), “Like Crazy” became an unexpected sensation at this year’s Sundance Film Festival, where it won the top prize.

 

As the couple tries to resolve the visa issue, they grapple with much larger issues of love and loss.

 

Their quest to be together legally inspires a marriage that takes place in the UK, but instead of making them further committed to each other, it sends them into the arms of others (played by Charlie Bewley and Jennifer Lawrence).

 

Talk about pulling at the heartstrings. Both of those new partners have much to offer and the audience is left nearly as torn and twisted as Anna and Jacob are.

 

Will it be happily ever after, either in London or Los Angeles? Or was the relationship just a youthful fling to be learned from? Foolish romantics. You must see it to find out.

Like Crazy, Rated PG-13, Run Time: 90 Minutes

Directed by Drake Doremus, Written by Doremus and Ben York Jones

TAR Rating: 4 Stars

The Descendants: George Clooney in a Way You’ve Never Seen Him

Savvy. Sophisticated. Sexy. Charming. All of these attributes described George Clooney, offscreen as well as in most of his movie roles– but not in his latest, “The Descendants,” in theaters now.

 

If you want to see Clooney as a hangdog husband who’s been cheated on, a dad of a couple of daughters who clearly don’t respect him, but someone who retains some integrity in the midst of family and financial crises – that’s his character as Matt King, tromping around Hawaii in board shorts, T-shirts and flip-flops, trying to make sense of the chaos around him.

 

The movie starts with flashbacks of his wife and you quickly realize that not only are they not together anymore, but something is seriously wrong with their relationship– and that their two daughters blame him.

 

“The Descendants” refers to a family dynasty in Hawaii, which in this case involves their ownership of a massive piece of land encompassing pristine beachfront territory, which may or may not have to be sold to developers who are sure to decimate its natural beauty.

 

Based on Kaui Hart Hemmings’ novel, the story unfolds across the islands with a clear look at what it’s like to live in what many consider a tropical paradise, but for Clooney’s character– around which everything revolves– a place that could also be a living hell.

 

Directed by Alexander Payne, “The Descendants” doesn’t have the droll humor of his “Sideways” from a few years back, and it certainly isn’t a buddy road trip movie.

 

When we first meet Matt, his wife is in a coma after a boating accident and he’s taken over parenting. The two girls, 10-year-old Scottie (Amara Miller) and rebellious 17-year-old Alexandra, played by Shailene Woodley, are obviously distraught about their mother and acting out in self-destructive ways that their father must mitigate.

 

No spoilers here, but the plot takes an unexpected twist when infidelity rears its ugly head in the King marriage and the kids, including Alexandra’s slacker boyfriend, whom she insists comes along for the ride, become involved in a revenge scenario that involves stalking someone to a Kaui retreat from their home base in Honolulu.

 

The multi-million-dollar piece of property that family members are battling over is also on Kaui and it becomes a key motif. Matt’s one ace in the hole is that he’s the guy in charge of it– and the legacy of the family, descended from the union of a Hawaiian princess and the banker son of white missionaries.

 

Instead of his witty conversations in films like the “Up in the Air” and the “Ocean’s Eleven” series, Clooney here is stripped of his usually slick surface and able to lay bare a range of emotions from heartbreak to resentment to love. It’s quite something to see, and “The Descendants” is a worthy journey that should be taken.

 

“The Descendants,” directed by Alexander Payne, written by  Payne, Nat Faxon and Jim Rash, Rated R, Run Time: 1:55

TAR Rating: 4 Stars

 

 

The Rum Diary: Only for Die-Hard Depp Fans

It sounded good on paper, Johnny Depp playing a fictional Hunter S. Thompson in his pre-gonzo formative years in an adaptation of a Thompson novel set in early 1960s Puerto Rico.

 

Depp is no stranger to this territory, having played the late journalist in 1998 in another filmic adaptation of one of his iconic books, “Fear and Loathing inLas Vegas.”

 

But it’s the execution that fails, with the exception of Depp’s performance as Paul Kemp– and a couple of supporting turns from Amber Heard as the vampy love interest and Aaron Eckhart as a smarmy PR guy who greases all the right wheels to line his own pockets.

 

The story has all the makings of a Mad Men-esque, boozy romp through San Juan, starting with Thompson’s hugely hung over arrival to take a job as a newspaperman at the city’s daily paper, run by a tough but corruptible editor in a newsroom populated by misfits who couldn’t find work anymore in the States.

 

So far, so good, until those co-workers start to play a key role in the story and take up way too much screen time. One of them is a beyond alcoholic Giovanni Ribisi in a horrendous acting job as an embittered, crazed religion reporter; the other is a sloppy photographer whose entire performance seemed like a bad homage to Danny DeVito.

 

Both characters take you out of the somewhat engrossing story of how the Eckhart character tries to seduce the Depp character into promoting the island’s pristine oceanfront areas as prime locations for mega-resorts that tear up the environment and displace indigenous people.

 

All the while, Heard is playing games with both men’s affections and lust in another subplot that brings to life the vivid social scene on the island for statesiders in the early 60s. Throughout, there’s stunning cinematography that could serve as both a travelogue and a fashion and automotive history of the time. Little red Corvette, 1959 version, is enough to make anyone long for one.

 

As one of the few people who’s seen this film—and Depp has said he doesn’t care about its failings at the box office—you walk out of it really wanting it to have been better and to have more resonance. Instead, it’s more like the morning after having too many Bacardi and Cokes, when you just want to shake that feeling and clear your head.

 

The Rum Diary, Rated R, Running Time: 2 hours

Directed and written by Bruce Robinson

TAR Rating: 1 Star

Leo is Oscar Bait as J. Edgar Hoover, As Is Clint

When the Oscar nominations come out, it’s a sure bet that you’ll see “J. Edgar” racking up a slew of them, starting with Clint Eastwood as best director, Leonardo DiCaprio as lead actor, Armie Hammer as supporting actor and Dustin Lance Black as screenwriter for the sweeping biopic, in theaters now.

It traces Hoover’s rise as a young investigator in his 20s through his increasingly powerful perch as head of the FBI through his 70s, and chronicles the changes in America throughout those five decades.

After a pre-release screening at LACMA, the first New York Times Talk held in Los Angeles, the three principals were interviewed by the newspaper’s Charles McGrath.

“J. Edgar Hoover was the most powerful man in the 20th Century, and what a shame that we really don’t understand the man,” said Black. “It’s fascinating to me how he held onto power for nearly 50 years. He replaced love with fame and adoration in didn’t allow himself to love.”

Even though Hoover died in 1972, some of the themes in the film have particular resonance today, in the decade after 9/11. DiCaprio said the film was actually inspired by actions the Bush administration took in the war on terror.

After playing a man who delighted in bending the rules in his own favor, DiCaprio tried to sum up Hoover’s character. “He didn’t adapt with the times,” the actor said. “He equated the civil rights movement with communism, and was a political dinosaur who did deplorable things. He was eccentric, and lived with his mother until he was 40. His obsession was fighting communism, but eventually, he was proved right on that.”

In doing research for the film, DiCaprio and Black took a road trip to Washington, DC and visited Hoover’s home, the Mayflower Hotel, where he had lunch every day with trusted aide Clyde Tolson and talked to FBI agents who had worked with the men. Hammer said he had 600 pages of research and photographs to pull on for his role as Tolson.

Although the film does not depict the two men having physical relations, it makes clear the love they had for each other, dining together every day and vacationing together in Del Mar.

“Both men were men of service,” said DiCaprio. “The FBI was their church and they lived a life in the priesthood, with no families. It was a great partnership on many levels.”

As apparently was the relationship between DiCaprio and Eastwood – the first time they had worked together.” Clint relies on his own instincts without advisors and works on a gut level with an elite unit of people – and he pushes you as an actor,” said DiCaprio.

For his part, Hammer first said it was “terrifying” to work with Eastwood at the beginning.

As each man ages through five decades, their youthful looks shift and degrade with the help of a talented makeup team. For DiCaprio, it was six hours in the makeup chair and for Hammer, seven to eight hours to get the look of a man in his 70s, who at one point, also suffers a debilitating stroke.

“I was always in the old man makeup,” Eastwood joked.

Black, who won an Oscar for his “Milk” screenplay, talked about Hoover’s brilliance in using the media, both to gain power and influence for himself and for the FBI and to fan the flames of fear in the public. “That’s where it became dangerous,” he said.

Hoover started to gain national fame when gangsters and outlaws held a powerful place in the public imagination and began to shift a positive image to the good guys with films like 1935′s ”G-Men,” starring James Cagney.

“Before there was an FBI, outlaws were going state to state to avoid the law,” said DiCaprio. “Hoover was a pioneer in forensics, creating a national fingerprint registry where there had been none.”

But with the social revolutions, the antiwar movement and the civil rights movement of the 60s and 70s, everything began to look frightening and different to him, and he went after people like Martin Luther King and John F. Kennedy, bugging their rooms to document their promiscuity.

When it came to sexuality, the film depicts Hoover’s frightening and powerful mother, played by Judi Dench, as having a deep impact on his by telling him, “I’d rather have a dead son then a son who is a daffodil.”

After she dies, DiCaprio as Hoover is shown trying on one of her dresses and jewelry, an allusion to rumors that he was a cross-dresser, which are never otherwise addressed.

When he is a young up-and-comer and clearly destined for greater things, as his mother has ingrained in him, Hoover is portrayed as being attracted to the woman who becomes his lifelong secretary, Miss Gandy, ably played by Naomi Watts. She rebuffs his advances– yet stays by his side until the very end– when she is shown keeping a promise and shredding his infamous personal files.

Yes, had those survived, they would probably still be held under lock and key. Eastwood, DiCaprio, Black and company have brought new insight to some sordid chapters in American history and done their best to humanize the man at the center of them.

 

J. Edgar, Rated R, Running Time 2:17

 TAR Rating: 4.5 stars