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Daniel
Charchuk has been reviewing films for Arts & Opinion
since 2012. His favourite films include Stanley Kubrick's
2001: A Space Odyssey, Ridley Scott's Blade Runner and Steven
Spielberg's Jurassic Park. When not watching or reviewing
movies, he can usually be found reading science fiction
or playing video games.
Deep,
laboured breathing; the background noises of a fair; children
cheering and carnival music playing; the swishing and clicking
of a switchblade knife. This is the opening soundscape of
Derek Cianfrance’s The Place Beyond the Pines,
a lengthy and complex familial melodrama starring Ryan Gosling
and Bradley Cooper as two distinct men linked by a single
act of violence. These sounds, played over a black screen
displaying the opening credits, establish the main characters,
distinctive setting and dominant themes of the film before
a single shot is shown: working-class heroes, small-town
America, inherited tragedy and the rippling effects of time.
All this in merely a 30-second auditory tableau, foreshadowing
the weighty thematic issues to come.
The subsequent main plot is actually a three-part, overlapping
narrative set in and around the upstate New York town of
Schenectady (with the English translation of its Mohawk-derived
name inspiring
the ponderous title), involving four masculine protagonists,
a fifteen-year time jump, and overarching themes of fatherhood
and destiny. What’s unique about this narrative structure
is that each act comprises its own self-contained plot,
each building to a climax that leads into the next segment;
it’s a rather inventive way of telling a sweeping
story such as this.
It begins with Gosling’s character, a tattooed, bleached-blonde
motorcycle stuntman named Luke Glanton, discovering that
he has an infant son with his ex-lover Romina (a decidedly
haggard-looking Eva Mendes), and subsequently quitting his
job at the traveling fair to stay in town and try to care
for his newfound family. This leads him to Robin (newly
minted character actor Ben Mendelsohn), a backwoods auto
mechanic with a sure-fire moneymaking scheme: bank robberies
involving Luke’s motorcycle and Robin’s box
truck as dual getaway vehicles. At first, it appears to
be little more than a working-class version of Nicolas Winding
Refn’s Drive: strong, silent-type protagonists
played by Ryan Gosling, nearly wordless getaway sequences,
multi-ethnic families that Gosling’s character longs
to be a part of, and the use of long takes and fades to
stylize and mythologize the criminal heroes. But Cianfrance’s
approach is much simpler and more down-to-earth than Refn’s
– his camerawork is more neorealist than post-modernist,
his narrative is more microcosmic than mythic, and his song
choices more Springsteen rock than ‘80s electronica.
The result is a crime saga more concerned with concrete
notions of family and tragedy than abstract concepts of
meta-cinema, and accordingly a more grounded affair.
This distinction becomes clearer when the film smoothly
(and shockingly) transitions into its second act, in which
Cooper’s character, a patrol officer named Avery Cross
wounded in the line of duty, navigates the corrupt Schenectady
police department and contends with his overbearing wife
(Rose Byrne) and disapproving father (Harris Yulin), a famous
judge who wants his son to follow in his footsteps. Here
the film becomes something more akin to a Martin Scorsese
picture (ever-sleazy Ray Liotta is even present), albeit
on a much smaller scale: crooked cops, shady drug deals
and questionable morality in small-town America. Avery,
as the moral centre of this act, is pulled in two extreme
directions, and the comparisons to Luke are obvious (and
stated explicitly): both are devoted family men with infant
sons, and both are tempted to break the law in order to
provide for their kin – Avery by accepting stolen
money from his fellow officers in exchange for illegally
removing cocaine from the evidence locker. Cianfrance makes
the connection between the two men easily apparent in order
to hammer home his point about class struggles – Luke,
as part of the lower-class, cannot as easily refuse the
life of crime to make ends meet as Avery, a middle-class
policeman. A clichéd point, to be sure, but part
of this film’s appeal comes from the manner in which
it embraces traditional clichés – the one straight-laced
cop in a department of crooked ones, for instance –
in order to colour in the details of its world and more
successfully ground it in reality.
It is only in the final act of the film, then, where the
seemingly disparate plot strands are drawn together into
a singular package, at once emphatically declaring the film’s
thesis statement and leaving the door open for interpretation.
Following a blankly declarative ‘15 years later’
screen (usually the indicator of an epilogue rather than
an entire third act), the narrative settles on AJ and Jason,
the two sons of, respectively, Avery and Luke, now teenaged
and troubled. Brought together by their mutual love of illegal
substances – specifically marijuana – and unaware
of each other’s lineage, they bond over weed, their
outsider status and their complicated relationships with
their parents – with neither really knowing their
fathers. Without giving too much away, suffice it to say
that the two eventually become aware of their fathers’
tragic connection, and come to blows over it, destroying
a burgeoning friendship before it can ever really begin.
The true tragedy, Cianfrance seems to be saying, is that
the two might have been friends, if not for their fathers.
And herein lies his overall message: that the sins of the
father, no matter how trivial, trickle down and impact the
sons for generations to come. A Biblical message, to be
sure, but in a film full of religious meaning (an early
scene that has Luke silently witness his son’s baptism
at first seems extraneous, but its importance later becomes
clear), it feels right at home. Cianfrance’s methods
may be broad, clichéd and obvious, but in order to
tell a story as epic, sweeping and meaningful as this, it
somehow seems necessary.
Cianfrance’s previous feature, Blue Valentine,
starred Ryan Gosling and Michelle Williams as a deteriorating
couple at two different points in their marriage –
the beginning and the end – and shares much formally
and thematically with this picture: a shifting chronology,
the ripple effects of time and the importance of family.
But in The Place Beyond the Pines, Cianfrance has
widened his scope and expanded his reach, focusing on not
just two people, but also everyone else affected by their
actions. In doing so, the director attempts to position
his film as a kind of microcosm for humanity – a lofty
goal, to be sure. And though he doesn’t entirely succeed
– his movie is far too ponderous and grandiose to
really be taken seriously as anything more than what it
is – it is better to have grasped for greatness and
fallen short than not to have reached at all.