Take
one great actor (Robert De Niro) to play Walter Koontz, a tightly wound,
homophobic ex-cop hero -- the guy everyone knows and says hello to as he
ambles about his run-down New York City neighborhood. Add an emerging
great actor (Philip Seymour Hoffman) to play Rusty, Walter’s neighbor,
the transvestite campy stage performer rehearsing upstairs with a gaggle
of "girls". Then add the poignant spice of Koontz succumbing to
a crippling stroke while trying to save Rusty’s friends from murderous
drug lord thugs bent on recovering stolen money. Finally add the leaven of
Koontz coming to Rusty for singing lessons to recover his speech from
severe debilitation. Mix this vigorously by a director/screenwriter (Joel
Schumacher) known for his gothic, brooding action spectacles like Batman
Forever and Batman & Robin, and what do you get?
If you read most critics, you get a mess; an incoherent concoction,
neither action nor personal drama, that takes advantage of transgender and
gay stereotypes and adds mindless violence that detracts from the human
elements of the story.
Hmm. This kind of reviewing that totally misses the meaning and heart
of a movie is why we were drawn to reviewing. Everyone has tastes. We don’t
like some movies and some genres per se. That’s part of living and
enjoying art, but that does not mean that we should ever give up trying to
sample the goodness that is indeed part of a movie. It is the height of
hubris and folly to judge something that is not yet understood as so many
reviewers do. We may ere in our judgment and we may not always match your
tastes as our friends and readers, but we never give up on our quest to
get it first, then heap on abuse if called for.
Let’s get back to Flawless (can’t you tell that was Craig perorating). The film focuses on two men from opposite worlds who battle
verbally like bulls in a china shop. They pull out all of the stops from
each camp regarding their sexual choices. Rusty, as gay as one gets, fires
back with almost sweet venom when, in moments of hilariously difficult
passion, Koontz slurs out "fucking faggot" in his speech
impaired mush mouth. We couldn’t help but love both characters in their
machinations and posturing.
Flawless poignantly unmasks the denied and painful reality of isolation
and loneliness. Regardless of our sexual preference or deeply ingrained
prejudices against those different from us, we often mask our own
desperate isolation when we define ourselves as different and superior to
others. If one watches the parallels in the lives of Rusty and Walt, their
deeper similarities and ultimate goodness comes through. They are both
touchingly vain of their appearance. They are both deluded about their lovers who
take advantage of them for money. They are both stripped of their dignity
by their circumstances. They both hit emotional bottom through dire
loneliness.
The powerful ending in fact symbolizes how they become human and
friends if not spiritual brothers. In a way, they both give up what they
most treasure and desire from their insular, self-centered perspective to
literally and spiritually save each other.
We suppose it is entirely possible to dislike the movie because the
pressure that forces these two disparate characters to make their final
transformations comes from the somewhat contrived threat from gangsters.
The climactic sequence is a highly charged shoot-em-up. However, it worked
for us requiring only a slight suspension of disbelief. In the metaphor of cinematic
stories, this kind of pressure gives us the opportunity to see what lies
beneath the surface of our own prejudices and role bound blindness without
the need to personally experience the contrived life and violence found in
the screen story.
With all of the seriousness of our explication, however, let us not
make the movie seem too dark and dour. There are moments of hilarity and
good fun. We laughed, we cowered, we wept a bit, and our conversation was
leavened by this fine film. If you missed it on the big screen, make sure
to catch it on video.