July
6: #23, Barry Lyndon
It's
Forrest Gump meets neo-noir in an 18th
century period drama.
Barry
Lyndon tells
the story of cousin-lover, womanizer, gambler and ne'er-do-well
Redmond Barry as he floats, fumbles, fibs, and fucks his way through
a life where he stumbles into opportunity after opportunity in a way
that can only be surpassed by Forrest Gump himself.
Unlike
Forrest Gump, Barry is not meant to be a good person. Played by Ryan
O'Neal, Barry is unabashedly imperfect, and even after three hours,
you may not feel like you or anyone in the film ever truly knew who
he really was. The only thing I feel like I know for sure about Barry
is that he was always motivated by purely selfish means. Whether it
was his lust for his cousin, self preservation, the search for
adventure or the drive for wealth, Barry makes a string of
unpredictable decisions throughout the film based on one thing - what
he wants at the time.
That's
not to say that Barry
Lyndon is
not a good film. No, because you see, it's not as if Stanley Kubrick
was unaware that he was filming the story of a complete scoundrel.
But Kubrick wants us to see that even a person as simple as Barry is
still pretty complex, and that neither the selfishness of his scams
or the love he has for his child later in the film are as pure as we
might assume.
As
Barry goes through his life and finds himself in a pretty good place,
he eventually loses it all through events that aren't intended to
shock or surprise us. In fact, the narrator spoils the major events
of the film, making it clear that it's not what happens to Barry
that's important. The film even avoids any kind of simple moral by
refusing to make Barry
Lyndon a
karma fantasy where a selfish person gets theirs in the end. After
all, plenty of good people are hurt in Barry's wake, and Barry makes
out pretty good at the end, in some ways.
If
anything, Barry
Lyndon is
a rejection of such simple comforts as karma, which puts it squarely
in my wheelhouse, since I also abhor the concept. In the world of
Barry Lyndon,
bad stuff happens to good people, good stuff happens to bad people,
and everything in between. Unfortunate situations are thrust upon
some folks and at other times, people suffer or profit from their own
choices, regardless of where they may fit on any morality scale.
Oh, come on, like you never played a harmless game of "dig the ribbon out of the boob cleavage" with your cousin. |
It's
that emphasis on complexity, which continues in scenes such as
Barry's last duel with his stepson, where you can appreciate this
film for refusing to tie anything with a neat little bow. There's
also a lot to like in O'Neal's performance in a film that he really
had to carry. His love interests are a succession of interchangeable
blank slates, which is perfect because it fits Barry's view of them.
At
first, I didn't like O'Neal much in the role, but he really grew on
me as I realized that he was really playing the character
appropriately. The narrative decisions make sense when you understand
Barry, too. Things that can be seen as noble gestures, such as
Barry's willingness to let the stepson who he wronged best him,
become more clear when you consider that Barry simply appreciated the
boy's determination because his idealized version of himself included
the same quality.
Still,
a good portion of the film feels like Kubrick really buying into his
own genius. It's his most masturbatory film besides 2001:
A Space Odyssey,
and that's saying something. He gives us some beautiful shots of the
Irish countryside in what is often a visually striking film. He also
engages in the same excess that the lead character does from time to
time in a film that didn't really need to be three hours long. Like
its protagonist, Barry
Lyndon is
flawed, yet memorable.
Grade:
B+
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