Director David O. Russell has become something of a
specialist in staging chaotic family scenarios with emotions running to a fever
pitch and pushing the comedy of the moment nearly to the breaking point. He did
it several times in his sophomore effort Flirting with Disaster, which had Ben Stiller on a cross-country search for his
birth parents, and then most recently in The Fighter with boxer Mark Wahlberg and his girlfriend, played by a tough Amy
Adams, squaring off against his seventeen or so sisters. In Silver Linings Playbook, his newest film
that he both directed and wrote (adapted from the novel by Matthew Quick) brings
together just about every character, lead and supporting, under one roof for a
scene that would be greatly comedic if it weren’t also somewhat tragic at the
same time. It’s a scene that I thought just about went over the edge of reason,
but Russell brings it back to earth before things get out of hand.
Bradley Cooper, in what could be a career-defining role,
plays Pat Solitano Jr., who has just been released from a mental health
facility after a violent breakdown in which he nearly beat a man to death after
catching him in the shower with his wife. We only catch that scene, which takes
place before the timeline of the film, in brief snippets as Pat recalls the
incident – as he so evasively refers to it – to his therapist. Pat has bi-polar
disorder, but he refuses to take his medication because of the fog it casts
over him. He has developed an optimistic philosophy which he calls ‘Excelsior,’
a Latin word meaning ‘ever-upward,’ in order to show his estranged wife Nikki,
who now has a restraining order against him, that he has the ability to change.
Pat harbors several fantasies, the least of which is that he and Nikki will get
back together if he can just keep his aggression under control. That takes us
to his biggest fantasy, which is that he can control his disorder on his own. He
does an admirable job, to a point, until something triggers an outburst like
reading Hemingway’s A Farewell to Arms
or hearing Stevie Wonder’s “My Cherie Amour.”
Trying to reinvent himself, he stays in his childhood
home with his parents, played by Robert De Niro and Jacki Weaver. We see in his
father the source of inherited mental health problems. Pat Sr. has minor OCD
issues and a history of aggressive behavior as well – he’s banned for life from
the Philadelphia Eagles stadium for fighting. De Niro plays him as vulnerable
and withdrawn, a man who cares about his family and wants the best for his
ailing son, but also can’t see the part he’s played in shaping him. Weaver, who
was frighteningly good as the mother of a brood of criminal killers in Animal Kingdom, plays a mother of a
completely different kind here. She’s supposed to be the mortar holding
everything together, but she’s sometimes just barely treading water, desperately
trying to keep her family from coming apart at the seams.
What keeps everything from being entirely dramatic is Pat’s
encounter at a dinner party with, Tiffany, an equally troubled young widow
played by Jennifer Lawrence. There’s a quick and intense chemistry between the
two of them, as if the recent loss of a spouse should bring them together. She
practically throws herself at him, but he’s still holding out for a
reconciliation with his wife. There is so little in this story that is not
actually a cliché, from the romantic linking of two people with mental health
issues to the friend (Chris Tucker) from the mental hospital who enters at key
moments to provide comic relief. But the performances never sink into rote displays
of generic types. Lawrence and Cooper are both so good I would be surprised if
they don’t find themselves with trips to the Academy Awards early next year.
Lawrence, though only 21 years old when she made the movie, is one of the most
grown-up actresses of her generation. She proves here that her excellent turn
in Winter’s Bone was not a fluke.
Scenes of Pat waking his parents in the middle of the night to rant about the
unnecessarily bleak ending of a novel or to locate his wedding video could so
easily have become generic were it not for Cooper’s ability to really sell the
unhinged lunacy in his character.
The plot demands a means of bringing Tiffany and Pat
together as often as possible and so it contrives a dance competition that
Tiffany wants to enter if only she had a partner. She uses her connections to
Nikki and possibility of delivering a letter to her to bribe Pat into dancing
with her. This is dance as mental health exercise, but also as a way of forcing
two characters to fall in love. It’s a classic cinematic trope, from Fred and
Ginger to Johnny and Baby, but it works because of Cooper’s and Lawrence’s believability
in the roles.
Cinematographer Masanobu Takayanagi’s previous feature
film work involves the dark and dreary interiors of Warrior and the claustrophobic exteriors of The Grey. Here he’s working a lot in daylight, much brighter than
those two films, but he and Russell keep the camera in mostly tight shots,
framing his subjects in a way that reflects how they’re trapped within themselves.
The dance scenes begin to open up, allowing the visual space to expand, giving
Pat and Tiffany room to move and develop.
This is by far one of the most entertaining good movies
of the year, something Russell has truly excelled at through his career. Being
a romance film (I have trouble labeling it a romantic comedy because the comedy
is not traditional but comes more from a recognition that certain erratic
behaviors seem amusing from the outside) as well as something close to serious
drama Silver Linings Playbook should
have a broad range of appeal. It’s engaging, charming and so earnestly winning without
pandering that I can hardly think of a recent film I’d more willingly see a
second time.
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