On winter’s and America’s possibiliities and limits in two dark recent
films.
When you think about it, snow and
the American Dream have a lot in common. (Don’t worry, I’m not talking about
race. Not this time, anyway.) Both are full of possibility, of a sense of
childlike wonder and innocence, conjuring up nostalgic connections to our
families and our childhoods as well as ideals of play and community and warmth
(paradoxical for snow I know but definitely true for me—snow always makes me
think of hot chocolate and fires in the fireplace). Yet as we get to be adults,
both also suggest much more realistic and limiting and even threatening
details, of dangerous conditions and losses of power and the cold that can set
in if we can’t afford to heat our home. And once we have kids of our own, the
coexistence of those two levels is particularly striking—seeing their own
excitement and innocence and thorough focus on the possibilities, and certainly
sharing them, but also worrying that much more about whether we can get them
through the drifts, drive them safely where they need to go, keep them warm.
I might be stretching the connection to its
breaking point, but the link might help explain why so many films that explore
the promises and pitfalls of the American Dream seem to do so amidst a
snow-covered landscape. Near the top of that list for me are two
character-driven thrillers from the late 1990s: Paul Schrader’s Affliction (1997) and Sam Raimi’s A Simple Plan (1998). Both are based
on novels—the former a work of literary fiction by the great Russell
Banks, the latter a page-turning thriller by Scott
Smith—but both, to my mind, are among those rare examples of films that
significantly improve upon the source material; partly they do so through
amazing screenplays (Smith interestingly wrote the screenplay based on his own
book, and I would argue changed it for the better in every way), but mostly
through inspired and pitch-perfect casting: Affliction
centers on a career-best
performance from Nick Nolte, but his work is definitely equaled by James
Coburn (in an Academy-Award winning turn), Sissy Spacek, Mary Beth Hurt, and Willem
Dafoe; while Simple is truly an
ensemble piece, with Billy
Bob Thornton and Bill Paxton both doing unbelievable work but great
contributions as well from Bridget Fonda, Brent Briscoe, Chelcie Ross, and Gary
Cole. And in both, again, the snowy setting—small-town New Hampshire in Affliction, small-town North Dakota in Simple, but they might as well be next
door—is a central presence and character in its own right.
The multiple, interconnecting
plot threads of both films are complex, rich, and intentionally suspenseful and
mysterious, and I’m most definitely not going to spoil them here. But I will
say that both are, at heart, stories of the dreams and weaknesses, the ideals
and failures, that we inherit from our parents, and how as adults (and
especially perhaps as adults struggling with the responsibilities of family and
parenthood) we try to live up to and beyond the dreams and ideals but are
pulled back by and ultimately risk becoming ourselves the weaknesses and failures.
It is perhaps not much of a spoiler either (just look at the titles!) to note
that both films, while offering their characters and audiences glimpses of
possibility and hope, bring them and us to extremely bleak final images, worlds
where the snow storms may have passed but where the silence and lifelessness
they have left behind are all we can see and all we can imagine. And both do
so, most powerfully, by bringing their protagonists back to their childhood
homes, sites (in these cases) at one and the same time of those most innocent
ideals and of some of the strongest influences in turning those ideals into
something much darker and colder.
When it comes to wintry or
especially holiday fare, these two definitely aren’t It’s a Wonderful Life, which certainly connects it own bleak middle
section very fully to a world of snow and storm but which of course ends with
its protagonist in the warmest and most hopeful possible place (and in a home
that has become again the source of such ideals). But either could make a
pretty evocative snow day double feature with that equally great film of the
American Dream and its limits. Next wintry post tomorrow,
Ben
PS. What do you think? Cultural
images of winter you’d highlight?
11/26 Memory Day nominees: A tie between two inspiring
abolitionists
and women’s
rights activists, Sojourner
Truth and Sarah
Grimke.
This post made me think of Where the Wild Things Are (movie version). I was excited to take my older son to see it when it came out, but in the film the story is so depressing and I think it's because of the snow. Max is sad, alone, and angry because the teenagers are too rough when playing with the snow. They break his fort and hurt him unintentionally, but then it leads into a string of depressing issues that always seem to arise during the winter months. There are layers to winter and snow. It's nice to look at, brings up memories or associations, but it leaves your fingers numb and if you get hit with a snowball, it will sting.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the thoughts, Monica! I think sometimes those wintry scenes express directly the transition from childhood to maturity, often through recognizing that the beautiful surface can hide rougher and more painful realities.
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