In 2002, New York City lay beaten and bruised, injured
and left for dead but not without some bite left in her. Certainly the city was
ready and willing to dole out punishment to anyone who intended harm again. It’s
a lot like the dog Doyle at the opening of Spike Lee’s 25th Hour. Someone has abused him, but he lashes out at
Monty Brogan (Edward Norton), who only wants to help. Monty takes Doyle in and
when the story picks up a year later, the dog is reasonably normal while the
city is still reeling from catastrophe.
After the prologue, the credits sequence shows us the
Tower of Light Memorial – two high-powered beams of light (actually generated
by dozens of spotlights aimed skyward at New York’s Ground Zero) from various
points around and just outside the city. These images, beautifully shot by
Rodrigo Prieto, haunt the rest of the film. 9/11 hangs like a pall around 25th Hour. This was the first
film shot in New York after the attacks and the first film to incorporate a
post-9/11 New York into the essence of the setting. The story is not about
9/11, but no one can escape it as fact. Whose story in New York was not about
9/11 at least within the first year? There was nothing to be done that didn’t
remind of or recall those events. 25th
Hour remains one of the best post-9/11 movies ever made. It is a
celebration of New York City and it is also a beautiful story about a young man
whose life is about to end when he heads off to prison after this one final day
he has with family and friends.
David Benioff adapted his own novel, published before the
World Trade Center attacks, and collaborated with director Lee to make a film
that works toward a collective healing through the story of an individual.
Monty stands at a crossroads. He’s looking for the courage to go on after the
cataclysm of a drug conviction that will send him to prison for seven years.
His options are to take his punishment, run, or take his own life. Not that he
spends any of his final day seriously contemplating the last two options. He
takes Doyle for one final morning walk. He visits with his dad (Brian Cox) at
the bar he owns that caters mostly to local firemen. The big event is a night
out at a club with his two best friends, Frank (Barry Pepper) and Jacob (Philip
Seymour Hoffman), and his dream girlfriend, Naturelle (Rosario Dawson).
And what a dream girl she is! Not only is she stunning in
both eveningwear and sweats alike, but she supports her drug dealer boyfriend
and wants to wait around until he is released. Monty’s friends are loyal, but
cautious in their support and ultimately selfish in their own right. Jacob is a
school teacher in the Upper East Side private school the three of them
attended. He has an unhealthy obsession with one of his young students (Anna
Paquin). Frank is a Wall Street broker obsessed with money and appearance. What
he says to Jacob privately about Monty is almost the complete opposite of what
he says to Monty’s face. It’s hard to gauge what he really believes, although
we’d have to assume that what he says to Jacob more closely adheres to the
truth. On the other hand, he may be battling an internal conflict over what to
believe. Is his best friend’s life and their friendship truly finished once he
goes to prison? Or will they resume their old friendship and open up an Irish
bar like they once dreamed?
Anxiety and existential threats pervade the film and
haunt these characters. Monty’s story is obvious, but Naturelle faces an
uncertain future as she has to move back in with her mother. Jacob’s job and
emotional health are threatened by his feelings toward his student. Frank’s
fortunes are tied to the economy which stood in a precarious position in 2002.
Monty’s father has debts from loans that went into his bar. 25th Hour was already in
production when 9/11 occurred and it turned out to be a fortuitous marriage of
storylines to set it in post-9/11 New York. Those heavenly-bound spotlights
that we see in every shot of the opening credits set the stage and then the
sudden view from above (the vantage point of Frank’s downtown apartment) of
Ground Zero being dug out brings the full breadth of the destruction to the
fore underscored by Terrence Blanchard, who once again provided great beauty
and depth to a Spike Lee film through the use of jazz trumpet and
Arab-influenced melodies.
Lee has always been one of the great New York filmmakers
and while all of his films are love letters to his city, 25th Hour is probably his most poignant. A scene in
which Monty stares into a bathroom mirror and unleashes a profanity-laced
verbal tirade directed at the many different ethnic and cultural groups of New
York (the “Uptown brothers;” Upper East Side housewives; Italian-Americans;
Puerto Ricans; gay men in Chelsea; etc.) celebrates, even while it disparages, this
wonderfully diverse metropolis. Fascinatingly, the scene resembles an iconic
one in Lee’s Do
the Right Thing, but it turns out the scene comes from Benioff’s book,
which may itself have been influenced by Lee’s earlier film. Monty finally
turns the venom on himself, excoriating his own stupid behavior that brought
him to his current situation.
While the whole film feels so much like a celebration of
New York life and diversity, the coda scene in which Monty’s father imagines a
scenario in which Monty runs west and starts a new life for himself turns out
to be a beautiful celebration of America, manifest destiny, the American dream,
and the self-made man. It is a sequence that suggests hope and future
possibilities where Monty’s future looks like a certain dead-end. 2002 was a
difficult year for Americans and New Yorkers. We collectively faced a turning
point and had lots of existential questions that needed answering. A film can’t
necessarily cure a nation’s or a city’s ills, but what the movies have always
been good at is showing people ways of behaving and ways of living life. Or at
the very least to reflect ourselves back at us and say, “This is who we are.” 25th Hour does all that and
leaves us feeling fulfilled and maybe even with a little cautious optimism
emerging from the darkest hour.
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