My Own Private Idaho

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Jake Euker

Mike Waters (River Phoenix) is a narcoleptic street hustler who lives in the bus terminal, streets, and abandoned buildings of Portland, Oregon, and who dreams of one day finding his mother. Fellow hustler Scott Favor (Keanu Reeves) takes care of Mike – he hauls the other man to safety when a sudden sleeping spell comes upon him, usually triggered by stress or memories of home – and although he too lives in the streets and makes a living accommodating the sexual whims of paying customers, he's the scion of a wealthy and powerful Portland family with every reason to believe that that wealth and power will one day be his own. Mike's in love with Scott; he says as much one night when Scott is explaining that love is something customers pay you to provide. "I love you and you don't pay me," Mike counters. In this lowlife milieu, such a bare declaration amounts to an act of grace. But Scott lets it pass and the moment slides by.

Phoenix, in interviews, was clearly thrilled when writer/director Gus Van Sant credited him with having written this scene in Van Sant's wonderful 1991 movie My Own Private Idaho. He should have been. Emotionally, it's a doozy, and it serves as the point at which these two fractured lives separate into their own trajectories. Mike's takes him back again and again to the same dogged search for love and the same stretch of empty highway. Scott's takes him to Italy, where he falls in love with the beautiful Carmella (Chiara Caselli) and, ultimately, to an encounter in Portland with his street mentor Bob (William Richert). Here the movie takes an unexpected Shakespearean turn as Van Sant lifts fragments from Henry IV, casting Scott as Prince Hal to Bob's Falstaff, even as Mike's story continues on in the real world. We know from Shakespeare that Scott will turn his back on his old friends and assume the throne in the end. If Mike is heartbroken it's because life in the real world is hard; that's why we have private ones.

There is no very good reason that My Own Private Idaho should succeed: It's unfocussed and wildly improbable, its narrative is willfully ungainly, and, in its second half, much of the dialogue is written in a kind of impromptu, ersatz Shakespeare. (Time, says Scott at one point, is "a fair hustler in black leather"; one assumes that neither Phoenix nor Reeves had a hand in this.) Yet, however improbably, the end result hangs together seamlessly as a portrait of lives led half on the streets and half in fantasy, and the film emerges as a high-water mark in '90s independent film.

I credit Van Sant. Most directors, I imagine, would balk at a concept that requires a story of male prostitution to transform suddenly into Elizabethan theater halfway through, or that transports its homeless protagonists to Rome on a narrative whim. (Passports?) But Van Sant remains both earnest and true to his vision, and his audaciousness carries the film. (Phoenix, in his best performance, helps.) In the end, My Own Private Idaho is a marvelous balancing act: it feels as grungy and lived-in as Mike's filthy clothes and as transcendent as poetry at the same time. In one scene we join Mike toward the end of a blowjob he's receiving from a john; when he comes the image of an entire house being dropped onto a desolate highway fills the screen. It's dirty and beautiful, and, as a comment on Mike's yearning for a home he never had, it's impossible to beat.




P.S.:e prima oara cand prefer sa dau un citat-cronica in defavoarea propriilor mele pareri.si prima oara cand caut o cronica straina.dar pana sa adun cum trebuie cuvintele am preferat.will be back.

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Poate stie cineva, ce este muzica aceea care aduce a muzica medievala, cea foarte ritmata, care apare de doua ori in film, o data atunci in magazin, la faza cu baietii de pe coperta vorbind, si inca o data atunci cand isi face aparitia personajul Bob? Altminteri, this movie makes me want to read again... "I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree"... Coolest thing heard lately.