Take a Hard Left at Disneyland
By Howard Feinstein
Paranoid Park, openly gay director Gus Van Sant's latest modest-budgeted foray into youth culture, is a very personal film. His career has zigzagged between studio films and more intimate, sometimes esoteric, even experimental fare. Addressing this dichotomy, the introverted thinking man's filmmaker typically steers the discussion onto a plane that exists mostly in his own head. 'Paranoid Park is about a skateboarder in high school,' he says. 'That sounds very Disney to me.'
Disney? Van Sant's Good Will Hunting, Finding Forrester, and maybe even To Die For could have been Disney (forget Psycho), but Paranoid Park, one of this gifted auteur's finest achievements, would never have been approved by former Disney autocrat Michael Eisner (who banned the release of the Van Sant-executive produced Kids, another film with skateboarders, by subsidiary Miramax), much less by ultra-rightwing company founder Walt.
From a marketing standpoint alone, Paranoid Park has no stars. 'We were down to two Hollywood actors and three locals for the lead,' says the Portland, Oregon-based Van Sant. 'The Hollywood guys were a lot worldlier. They would play innocent, rather than be it. Gabe [Nevins, who got the role] was 14, going on 15, and was genuinely removed. He lives in a place called Milwaukie that is technically part of Portland, but had been to Portland itself only once in his life.' Nevins had answered a casting call in a newspaper, though most of the other cast responded to a MySpace posting.
A Botticelliesque beauty with Michelin Man lips, Nevins plays protagonist and narrator Alex, a high schooler and insecure skateboarded. A tabula rasa tormented by guilt, he accidentally kills a railyard security guard while on a nocturnal boxcar joyride with a homeless skateboarder named Scratch. The unfortunate man had struck the boys' legs with a nightstick, so Alex tapped his skull lightly with his board, causing him to fall in the path of an oncoming train and split in half. (Van Sant recalls that he himself was a trainhopper in the '70s.)
Then there are the film's unconventional aesthetics. Every so often in this moving camera-driven, convoluted tale we see non-narrative Super 8 inserts of accomplished skateboarders going up and down the sides of tunnel pipes or zipping around Portland's very real Paranoid Park. Some are homeless and live there. Glamorous, they are not. What is glamorous is their movement, the beauty of which is captured mid-action by director of photography and Wong Kar-wai veteran Christopher Doyle, along with skateboarding cinematographers Rick Charnowski and Buddy Nichols. This is as far away stylistically from Disney's squeaky-clean animation and children's tales as it is from Van Sant's recent 'Death Trilogy' (Elephant, Gerry, and Last Days), in which the camera is mostly static and the individual scenes sometimes endless. I also doubt if Walt would have gone for Ethan Rose's haunting soundscapes, what Van Sant calls 'ethereal wallpaper music.'
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