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Boys Will Be Boys
By Susan Ellis
SEPTEMBER 29, 1997:
In the Company of Men
has garnered some controversy for its depiction of cruelty. But
this controversy serves writer/director Neil Labute well for two
reasons. First, it provides publicity for his small film. Second,
it's an indicator of how ably he presents the dark side of man.
In the Company of Men revolves
around two businessmen, Chad (Aaron Eckhart) and Howard (Matt
Malloy), who are sent for six weeks to their company's branch
office. Over drinks, the two men moan about their
recent failed relationships and rail about the duplicity of
women. Riled up, Chad hatches a plan. He suggests they use their
six weeks away to settle the score by finding a vulnerable woman,
perhaps one who doesn't date much, both of them wine and dine her
and then, just before they return, viciously dump her.
Chad happens upon their prey almost
immediately, the deaf Christine (Stacy Edwards), who works in the
typing pool. As the weeks tick off, both Howard and Chad,
especially Chad, have sufficiently charmed her. And as the men
periodically confer about their project, each man professes to
liking Christine.
Eckhart is excellent as Chad, a man no
one would ever want to turn his back on. He's the type of
controlling jerk who uses his easy approachable laugh to win over
his coworkers, then turns around and calls them fuckers when
they've left the room. His manner with Christine -- his words of
trust and love -- is particularly chilling considering the path
he's taking her down. Malloy, as Howard, works as Chad's
counterpart. He's the chump susceptible to peer pressure, who
doesn't realize that if his friend can do this to Christine, he
may have a deceit or two aimed at him. Serving as the only
sympathetic character, Edwards holds her own among the men and
gives Christine a delicate dignity.
Labute effectively delivers his story of
manipulation. And just when you find yourself thinking that these
men are creeps, but so what?, he digs in a little deeper. In
the Company of Men isn't always easy to watch, but it will
stay with you.
-- Susan Ellis
WHEN I WAS LITTLE, I ONCE found a dead
bird and tried to bring it back to life. From what I understood,
such a thing was possible -- after all, Jesus came back after
three days in the grave, didn't he?
A child's struggle to
make sense of death is the subject of Ponette, a
remarkable French film that tells its story entirely from the
viewpoint of a 4-year-old girl. After her mother is killed in a
car accident, Ponette (Victoire Thivisol, who won Best Actress at
the 1996 Venice Film Festival for her uncanny performance), has
difficulty believing that death is permanent. In order to
comprehend death, she also has to figure out how God operates,
making her task doubly hard. Getting no support from her father,
who tells her to knock off the God crap and live in the real
world, Ponette tries various tactics to reach her dead mother and
talk to her. At the boarding school she attends, a know-it-all
classmate tells Ponette she must pass several tests of bravery in
order to become a "child of God," which would then
enable her to contact her mother. Other children offer her magic
spells they believe will conjure up the dead. When none of these
methods work, Ponette finally runs off to the cemetery, finds her
mother's grave, and begins digging up the dirt with her hands,
screaming, "Mommy! I'm here!" But despite this
harrowing scene, eventually she finds the strength to endure the
pain and go on with her life.
To emphasize the smallness of a child's
world, director Jacques Doillon shot most of the film in very
tight closeups. The camera appears to be only inches away from
these kids, yet they behave so naturally that they seem unaware
of its existence. Doillon spent months taping preschoolers in
order to write authentic-sounding dialogue, and as a result the
script is full of those marvelously bizarre utterances that only
a 4-year-old could come up with. These kids aren't dumb, but
since they've never been told much about concepts like death,
they come up with their own theories to explain what's happening.
Ponette is exceptional because it respects children for
who they are and acknowledges that their inner life is every bit
as valid as our own. -- Debbie Gilbert
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