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In John We Trust
- Mike D'Angelo
All others pay lip service to love, but John Cusack (whether trigger happy in Grosse
Pointe Blank or moony through Say Anything...) is one romantic hero who always risks his
heart.
Sincerity has become hopelessly out of fashion. For two decades popular
culture has prostrated itself before the altar of irony, from Steve Martin's stand-up to
David Letterman's parody of the talk show. When a critic, myself included, uses the word
sincere in a review, it's generally by way of suggesting that the work is agonizingly
dull.
So what's John Cusack, our most sincere film actor, to do? Here's a guy
who's made a career out of playing characters who are incapable of dissembling, trapped in
a world they never made. While his peers wink off camera, Cusack, no matter how glib the
picture may be, is totally involved in the moment. It's to his everlasting credit as a
performer that we still care.
One of Cusack's first starring roles, in the teen romp Better Off Dead,
finds his forthright persona already in place. The film, which hit the video sales charts
last month, when FoxVideo sold it for $ 9.98, is a passable hit-and-miss gag-fest, but at
the eye of the hurricane of wackiness is a boy who keeps trying to kill himself after his
shallow girlfriend dumps him. That's Cusack, comparatively bland but immediately likable
as suicidal Lane.
Lloyd Dobler, the protagonist of Say Anything..., is the quintessential
Cusack role. In the first 90 seconds, one of Lloyd's friends advises him to stay away from
Diane Court (Ione Skye), the object of his desire, noting "We don't wanna see you get
hurt." "I want to get hurt!" replies Lloyd. I don't know a single guy who
doesn't identify with Lloyd's tongue-tied anguish, or a gal who doesn't swoon at the
memory of Lloyd's boombox serenade. The film's only flaw, and one previously seen in
Better Off Dead and 1985's The Sure Thing, is that Cusack's love interest isn't one tenth
as interesting as he is. Why would Lloyd go gaga over the pretty but boring Diane when the
available, acerbic Corey (Lili Taylor) is in the corner strumming her guitar?
Ironically, one of Cusack's first adult performances, in Stephen Frears'
adaptation of Jim Thompson's The Grifters, is the antithesis of sincerity, at least
superficially. His Roy Dillon is a small-time con, so honesty isn't exactly at a premium.
At the same time, Roy's ferocious, oedipally charged relationship with his mother Lilly
(Anjelica Huston) knows no politesse; the two may be liars, but they're brutally frank
with each other. Huston walks away with the movie, but Cusack holds his own, using his
trustworthy face as a duplicitous mask and as a raw wound aching to be probed. At the
time, it seemed as if an Oscar nod might not be far off.
Sadly, most of Cusack's work since has been decidedly blah--not a major
liability, since few saw the films anyway. (Anyone recall the aptly titled Money for
Nothing?) True, he did play the lead in Woody Allen's critically acclaimed Bullets Over
Broadway, but his turn amounts to a so-so Woody impression, with Allen's trademark
neurotic whining and gesticulation. He doesn't embarrass himself, but his emotional candor
and Allen's tics mix like oil and water. Ultimately the film works in spite of rather than
because of his performance.
What a relief, then, to see him back at the top of his form in Grosse
Pointe Blank, directed by George Armitage (Miami Blues) from a script cowritten by Cusack.
The picture's conceit--a hired killer schmoozing at his 10-year high school reunion--is
fine, and it's no surprise that when asked what he's been up to, Cusack's murderous (but
genial) Martin Blank invariably tells the truth and is assumed to be joking. Better still,
his paramour, Debi, is played by Minnie Driver, whose canny, beautifully modulated
performance is (finally!) a match for Cusack's own considerable wit and charisma. The two
are a study in sarcastic sincerity, and the picture's best moments are those in which
Blank struggles to justify his livelihood. "A psychopath kills for no reason,"
he tells a hysterical Debi. "I killed for money. It's a job." As Blank, Cusack
is both proud and remorseful. And the amazing thing is that as usual, you believe him.
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