The Big Brass Ring
TIFF [1999]
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William Hurt,
Miranda Richardson |
Directed by George Hickenlooper. Produced by Donald Zuckerman &
Andrew Pfeffer.Written by George Hickenlooper & F.X. Sweeney. Based
on a screenplay by Orson Welles and Oja Kodar.
Starring: William Hurt, Miranda Richardson, Nigel Hawthorne, Irene
Jacob
(Contemporary World Cinema programme)
Yes, film buffs, you read that right: "Based on a screenplay by Orson
Welles..." But I'm sad to report we're a long, long way from the
elusive successor to Citizen Kane here...
THE STORY:
As the year 2000 race for Governor of Missouri winds down to a battle
between not one, but two, independent parties, Blake Pellarin (William
Hurt) finds his climb to the top rocked as various suppressed individuals
emerge in St. Louis mere days before the election. Blake's wife, Dinah
(Miranda Richardson) is heir to an oil fortune (Blake says she's
"richer than God"), and her fortunes have allowed Pellarin to lead a
lavish, insulated, and secretive life. But when incriminating photos
of Pellarin surface anonymously, along with a few cryptic cloak and
dagger clues, Pellarin tracks down Dr. Kimball Menaker (Nigel Hawthorne)
to vanquish some ghosts and make a deal.
Menaker was more or less the surrogate father to Blake and his brother
after they were both orphaned. But shortly after Blake's brother Billy
was drafted to Vietnam and Blake went off to college, Menaker disappeared
into self-imposed exile in Cuba. Menaker threatens to expose Blake's
sexually "adventurous" past to nosy reporter Cela Brandini (Irene
Jacob), unless Blake agrees to one condition: once Menaker gets
Blake "the Big Brass Ring", i.e. The Presidency Of The United States,
Blake will make him Secretary Of State. When Blake refuses the deal,
Menaker sweetens the threat: it seems brother Billy didn't die in Vietnam
at all, and is currently housed in the city, a forgotten, crippled,
impoverished vet (played by Greg Henry).
Will Blake play ball? Will the incriminating photos end up in the hands
of the media? Is that even Blake in the photographs? Will Dinah leave
Blake with only days left to the election? Can Blake keep his brother
hidden until after the vote? Will anybody in the audience CARE once
this film crawls to its ridiculous, near-incomprehensible climax?
ROBERT L 'S REVIEW
The Big Brass Ring began as a screenplay intended by Welles
to bring about his commercial comeback. His version was set in Europe,
shortly after the Presidential race of 1980, and was apparently considerably
less melodramatic and tawdry (it was published in paperback briefly,
but I've never been able to track down a copy). As revised by Hickenlooper
and Sweeney, "TBBR" plays like the most absurd episode of Falcon
Crest you've ever seen, with plot points that make General Hospital
during the Liz Taylor years seem like a Cassavettes film.
I detected little of the great Welles onscreen during the Elgin premiere,
but I did catch a whiff of another favorite writer: Harlan Ellison.
Not the Ellison of I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream or Jefty
Is Five, mind you, but the Harlan E. who co-wrote the 1966 Stephen
Boyd camp howler, The Oscar.
Perhaps Welles aspired to loftier, more profound heights with his original
version, but the script by Hickenlooper and Sweeney is
yet another dreary entry into Political Potboiler 101. What's "The Big
Brass Ring" trying to illuminate for us? Politicians are phony crooks,
no one says what they mean, and the media is shallow and manipulative
and interested only in scandal, not facts.
Big revelation, there.
All of this dressed up with unconvincing Southern accents and portentous,
overwrought dialogue.
Hurt (to Richardson): "Ah'm sorry ah stole your necklace".
Richardson (well sloshed on the bottle): "Mah necklace? You stole mah
YOUTH!"
Hawthorne even quotes Shakespeare in a nod to Welles' Chimes At
Midnight. Just about everyone ELSE in the cast quotes Ben Franklin,
Abraham Lincoln, Joseph Conrad, and half the "literature" section of
yer local Barnes & Noble's.
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As if the dialogue isn't bad enough, the visual symbolism would make
a sophomore black-clad Creative Writing major cringe: During one of
his many visits to Hawthorne's refuge on a gay restaurant/ship (!),
Hurt expresses concern for the health of his mentor's pet monkey. Carrying
him back to his hotel so that the animal can be taken to a vet, Hurt
literally has a "monkey on his back". Still with me?
Things get even more ridiculous and confounding from there: Richardson
keeps imbibing and eventually tosses a drink in Hurt's face, Jacob lures
Hurt into bed and captures his footprints through some bizarre, Rube-Goldberg-type
apparatus of her invention, Greg Henry hams it up as diabetic brother
Billy, complete with sallow complexion, greasy hair, and blacked out
teeth.
Ultimately, it's revealed that Billy and Blake MAY have had their birth
certificates switched, but I'm still not sure if it was Billy or Blake
in those incriminating gay porn photos. Ah, who cares? I literally bolted
for the exit as the end credits started to roll.
On the plus side, the film is handsomely shot by Kramer Morganthau,
and Hawthorne seems to be having a grand ol' time tearing into his extremely
theatrical, and utterly absurd, role. Interestingly, Welles had intended
the role of Menaker for himself.
The Big Brass Ring was shot independently, and intended for
theatrical release. But when it had trouble acquiring a distributor
last spring, it was ultimately sold to America's Showtime network,
where I understand it's already been airing.
You've been warned.
RobertL
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