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1996, the best year in movie history, pt. 85: To die for

A few years ago, I put on I, Tonya (2017) and then quickly turned it off. I couldn’t stomach its “mocumentary” format. A respectful reassessment of Tonya Harding was then in vogue. I’d been impressed by ESPN’s documentary about the figure skater.

I’m not sure if I, Tonya tries to portray Harding’s life any more accurately than, say, Amadeus portrays the life of Mozart. What I am sure of – now – is that stylistically and thematically, I, Tonya is a re-hash of To Die For (1995).

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To Die For isn’t about Tonya Harding, but elements of that movie nod to the Harding-Kerrigan scandal as it was interpreted in the 1990s – i.e., as a specimen of:

(a) ruthless feminine ambition (to take the lurid perspective);

(b) journalistic sensationalism (to take the sober, critical perspective).

(See, e.g., the second verse of Weird Al’s song “Headline News,” which expresses both perspectives.)

To Die For’s source is a 1992 novel by Joyce Maynard. The novel draws from the real-life murder of Gregg Smart by his wife, Pamela.

However, To Die For and the Harding-Kerrigan case do share certain themes. These include:

(a) personal ambition;

(b) the sleaze of media producers, subjects, and consumers;

and

(c) violence performed over long distance.

Imagery is shared, too: especially, ice and ice-skating.

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“First impressions in one word?” says rough-edged figure skater Janice Maretto (Illeana Douglas) when asked to describe her sister-in-law, Suzanne Stone (Nicole Kidman). “Four letters. Begins with ‘C’: Cold. C⁠-⁠O⁠-⁠L-⁠D.” Janice looks directly at the camera. One gathers that she’s being interviewed for a documentary about Suzanne and that Suzanne has acquired a certain notoriety.

Other characters, including Suzanne, are “interviewed” during the movie, but it isn’t always clear whether it’s for the same “project” or even whether it’s during this life or the afterlife. It isn’t clear whether Suzanne herself is alive or dead.

Her husband, Larry (Matt Dillon) – Janice’s brother – is definitely dead. The movie recounts Suzanne’s role in his demise. It blends “interviews,” other TV footage, and straightforward narrative. The blend disorients, but that’s on purpose.

The general outline is simple enough: ambitious young wife tires of husband, regards him as career obstacle, plots his murder, is found out.

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There’s more to it. The murder isn’t just Suzanne’s means to a career.

No, what’s distinctive about Suzanne – her tragic flaw, if someone so hollow can have one – is her craving for attention. She wants a career in broadcasting because it’s a way to be seen.

The wrinkle is that she’s unable to supress that craving in order to obtain greater exposure in the long run. She has to be noticed at every step. It’s a compulsion.

When she gets a job forecasting the weather for the local cable channel, she inundates her boss (Wayne Knight) with suggestions about how to run the station.
Boss: “Well, Suzanne, I sure pity the person who says ‘no’ to you.”

Suzanne: “No one ever does.”
She recruits three youths to feature in her self-publicizing documentary about the lives of high schoolers. She does more than interview and film them. She becomes their after-school companion. Soon she’s hanging out with them in shopping malls, giving them weight-loss and career advice, trying on clothes in front of them. Training them to depend on her, adore her, gawk at her, hang on her every word.

Her posse consists of three losers: Lydia (Alison Folland), Russell (Casey Affleck), and Jimmy (Joaquin Phoenix). They’re the best thing about the movie. Director Gus Van Sant is on his surest footing here, sympathizing with troubled youth. Phoenix’s performance, especially, is a slam-dunk. It’s as if a dismal cartoon teenager from Beavis and Butt-Head acquired flesh and blood, became a Real Boy. Suzanne soon has Jimmy wrapped around her finger. She plays him against the other two.


Then she coaxes them to murder her husband.

Why? Why not kill him herself? Why involve these sad, incompetent children? Not because Suzanne is a criminal mastermind, but because it’s compulsive for her to play to an audience. Why bother to become a murderer if no one is there to see it?

Lydia, in an interview, explains:
Suzanne used to say that you’re not really anybody in America unless you’re on TV … ’cause what’s the point of doing anything worthwhile if there’s nobody watching? So when people are watching, it makes you a better person. So if everybody was on TV all the time, everybody would be better people.
Then, touchingly, Lydia adds:
But, if everybody was on TV all the time, there wouldn’t be anybody left to watch, and that’s where I get confused.
It’s like someone near the bottom of a pyramid scheme dimly realizing it’s a pyramid scheme.

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But hey, Lydia is on TV, isn’t she? She has made it, hasn’t she? And doesn’t almost everyone in this story appear on TV?

There are a couple of very weird scenes – whether they take place in this world or in the next one, I’m not sure – in which Suzanne’s and Larry’s families answer questions together, for a talk show, in front of a studio audience. Despite the tragedy that has brought them there – that ought to pit them against each other – the families are convivial. They even seem mildly pleased to be interviewed. Could it be that although these ordinary citizens lack Suzanne’s obsessiveness, they share her basic philosophy: that what really matters is to be seen? That, unspeakably, the destruction of Larry and Suzanne is a blessing for them? That scraps of recognition are worth people dying for? If this is so, then the movie indicts not only the outrageous, cartoonish Suzanne, but ordinary people as well, in fact an entire society.

1996, the best year in movie history, pt. 5: Happy Gilmore

Let’s begin with Roger Ebert’s review (he graded the movie just 1.5 stars out of 4):
Happy Gilmore tells the story of a violent sociopath. Since it’s about golf, that makes it a comedy. …

The Happy Gilmore character is strange. I guess we are supposed to like him. … Yet, as played by [Adam] Sandler, he doesn’t have a pleasing personality: He seems angry even when he’s not supposed to be, and his habit of pounding everyone he dislikes is tiring in a PG-13 movie.
All true. Even so, millions of viewers have found themselves rooting for Happy. They’ve enjoyed his profanity, his violence, his relentless petulance.

Why?

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It isn’t that Happy has a good excuse for his behavior. (The opening monolog, which informs us of a childhood tragedy, is too glib to make us sympathetic.)

Rather, it’s that in the dark recesses of our brains, many of us also feel like using swear words and breaking things. And hurting people: especially, authority figures and rich jerks who look down on everybody else.

Happy Gilmore is a fantasy about acting on these desires and getting away with it.

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In an early sequence, the coach of the local ice hockey team cuts Happy after a tryout.

“Gilmore … Gilmore … I called your number, didn’t I? … Well, better luck next year,” he jeers.

“That wasn’t very nice,” complains Happy, and he punches the coach in the stomach. Arguably, this is an even less nice thing to do, but it manages to be funny because of how Sandler delivers the line. Happy may be violent, but he’s also a whiner, a bit of an Eeyore. As many of us are.

Here’s a screenshot that shows Happy berating a golf ball because it won’t go into the hole.


This is absurd, of course.

So is Luis Suárez’s behavior on the soccer field when he bites rival players. (Suárez even looks a bit like Adam Sandler.)

And yet, at least for me, Suárez’s behavior isn’t so offputting. There’s something universal about his urge to bite people. What’s more, I’m not as put off by Suárez as I am by, e.g., Neymar or Cristiano Ronaldo. Suárez may be petulant, but he lacks the others’ sense of entitlement. This makes him more interesting than the typical spoilt brat.

The same is true of Happy Gilmore.

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Happy finds unlikely success – not in the uncouth world of hockey, but in the snooty one of golf. Alas, his abhorrent personality remains unchanged. He still wants to damage things. He still feels unduly sorry for himself.

His susceptibility to these temptations is aggravated because the culture of golfing is so hateful.

If anyone deserves to have his ass whupped, it’s Happy’s nemesis, Shooter McGavin, the leading golfer on the pro tour. Shooter is just as morally stunted as Happy is. Only, he considers himself entitled to his success, and so he’s more loathsome. Shooter is the Cristiano Ronaldo of the story.

One reason why we root for Happy is that we want him to defeat Shooter. But Shooter is just one antagonist; indeed, Happy has been laughed at his whole life.

The downtrodden – the “unwashed” – consider Happy to be one of their own. They begin to spectate his golfing events. The golfing authorities regard this as a mixed blessing. On the one hand, they’re glad for the rise in TV ratings. On the other, they detest the new fan base. They fear that one day the “unwashed” will exert too much power over the sport.

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In 1996, it might have seemed to viewers that Tonya Harding, the figure skater, was the movie’s real-life inspiration. (Perhaps the movie nods to Harding when it stages the early part of Happy’s athletic career upon the ice.)

Like Happy, Harding came up from oblivion to excel in a snob sport, and she drew a cult following along with the contempt of the “establishment.” In her case, also, violence was at the center of her notoriety.

Nowadays, there’s another intriguing real-life parallel to Happy Gilmore: Donald Trump. Trump’s behavior, like Happy’s, is well beyond the pale. Trump also has ascended because of the media’s willingness to promote a spectacle, and his followers include many who despise the “established” classes (as well they might).

Now that Trump looms larger than anyone else in the country, Happy Gilmore seems prescient. This is an amazing development. I wonder what Ebert would have made of it.

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Recall the sequence that I linked to earlier, in which Happy pummels his hockey coach. After the tryout, Happy goes home and discovers his girlfriend walking out on him. He pleads with her, then insults her, then pleads with her, then insults her. She leaves. Later, Happy tells people that she’s been killed in an accident.

This suggests that Happy is worse than petulant. He’s downright chilling.

Again, I’m reminded of Trump: not because he’s wished a violent death upon an ex-partner (I have no reason to believe that he has) but because of the menace that underlies so many of his actions and words.

And yet Trump is so, so fascinating to watch; and the loathsome career politicians who despise him now must go along with him. I’ve enjoyed seeing them stew.

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In the end, I think Ebert is right: Happy isn’t very likable. And yet many of us root for him. This says something interesting about us, whether or not the movie intends it.