Journey into Darkness
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Egoyan is in fine form, but his latest isn't for everyone
Be
forewarned: In the continuing quest to get people to pay attention to their
films by any means necessary, the marketing wizards at Artisan Entertainment
have been misrepresenting Felicia's Journey to an even greater extent
than they did The Minus
Which is not
to say that Felicia's Journey is a bad movie; quite the contrary, in
fact. But it's
probably as far from crowd pleasing as you're going to get these days. Directed
by moody Canadian Atom Egoyan and adapted reasonably faithfully from the novel
by Irish writer William Trevor, the film is essentially a study of two
contrasting characters looking for love in all the wrong places. That one of
them may be more dangerous than he appears is certainly cause for ample
dramatic tension, but those looking for gruesome murders and/or easy answers
should look elsewhere. Those familiar with Egoyan's work, however, will feel
right at home.
Older men
obsessed with teenage girls has become something of a fascination for Egoyan, so Trevor's novel
is perfectly suited to his talents. Spunky young Irish girl Felicia (Elaine
Cassidy) has journeyed to
Enter Mr. Hilditch (Bob
Hoskins), a tubby, soft-spoken catering manager at one of the local factories.
Spying the young-girl-in-need, he points her in the direction of a boarding
house and offers to give her a ride to the next town, where there might be
another factory worth checking. Hesitant at first, Felicia eventually accepts
Hilditch's kindness, especially when he tells her that his ailing wife lives in
the same nearby town, and he'd be going there anyway.
The only thing is, Hilditch doesn't have a wife. And he's prone to secretly
videotaping anyone who steps into his car. Turns out he has a vast collection
of tapes in his house, all of young runaway girls. He doesn't seem capable of
violence, but why does he have so much to hide? And did he help or hinder all
the runaways he knew before?
Remember, no easy answers.
Suffice it to say that Hilditch begins to help Felicia in her search for
Johnny, but his own agenda may be vastly different from hers. And unlike the
novel, which is mostly interior monologues that make the characters' psychology
somewhat clear, Egoyan keeps a slight distance, giving us glimpses inside
Hilditch's mind but never a complete picture. Some audiences may find this
maddening, but it does keep the viewers on their toes.
The one blatant departure from
the novel, however, is a highly questionable choice. While Hilditch in the book
had long-standing abandonment issues based on his mother having slept around
(notably with his uncle, who had also invented a fake military service record,
much to the young Hilditch's embarrassment), Egoyan has envisioned the mother
as a comedic French Julia Child, whom Hilditch endlessly watches and imitates
on old black-and-white reruns. She never seems anything less than a loving
(albeit busy) parent in flashbacks, while young Hilditch is shown stealing a
wallet. (So he's bad from birth?) While comic relief can indeed be important in
such a dark-toned and slow-paced film, this is not the way to do it, and the
device seems like a gratuitous way to insert Egoyan's wife, Arsinée Khanjian,
into the film (since she obviously can't play an 18-year-old girl, a
middle-aged man, or the story's other significant character, a black Jehovah's
Witness).
The ending has also been fiddled
with, and without giving away anything significant, let's just say that what is
described as a pattern of events in the book is condensed into one incident in
the film, leading to an epiphany that's a little less than believable (it
involves Jehovah's Witnesses bearing pop-up books). Other changes are an
inevitable result of adaptation, including a climactic confrontation that's
more dramatically satisfying than in the novel and a coda scene that's extraordinarily
similar to that of Egoyan's last film, The Sweet Hereafter.
Hoskins is, as one might expect,
an excellent choice for the role of Hilditch and so convincing that you may
leave the theater wanting to beat him senseless. His accent is a little peculiar,
so eccentric as to almost seem phony at times, but it fits the character well.
Cassidy is more understated but equally good; she looks like an actual Irish
runaway, rather than an actress playing one. The tension is always compelling,
but the tone of the piece is relentlessly dark. Imagine, for instance, if Happiness
had been just about the pedophile. Felicia's Journey is not everybody's
cup of tea. But once you've seen it, you certainly won't forget it.