Wilson ** / *****
Directed
by: Craig
Johnson.
Written
by: Daniel
Clowes based on his graphic novel.
Starring:
Woody
Harrelson (Wilson), Laura Dern (Pippi), Isabella Amara (Claire), Judy Greer
(Shelly), Cheryl Hines (Polly), Margo Martindale (Alta), David Warshofsky
(Olsen), Brett Gelman (Robert), Mary Lynn Rajskub (Jodie).
Daniel Clowes’ Wilson is one of
the best graphic novels ever written – perhaps his best work, although he has
written so many great works, that it’s hard to say for sure. Reading the book –
which is basically a collection of incidents involving the title character,
which eventually forms a sort of narrative, is an uncomfortable experience
mainly because the lead character is so strange – he is a misanthrope, because
he really does long for some sort of connection to someone – anyone – so much
so that he’ll simply talk to strangers on buses or at coffee shops – sitting right
next to them and just start talking about the evils of the modern world, and
the lack of human connection, oblivious to the fact that these people don’t want
to talk to him. A part of Wilson is right, of course, and does reflect much of
Clowes worldview – and yet Clowes is more self-aware than his character, and
realizes that a guy like this in real life would be really, really annoying to
be around – which, of course, is why he’s alone in the first place.
Adapting this book into a movie
was always going to be hard, as any filmmaker would rather a less episodic
narrative than the novel. What’s odd about the movie though is that it has
softened the lead character so much that even if he goes through the same
things his book counterpart did, it really does change your perspective on
everything about the story. As played by Woody Harrelson, Wilson is more of a
lovable crank than an awkward misanthrope. Harrelson is, of course, a great
actor and his interpretation of Wilson isn’t wrong per se – but it certainly isn’t
what I had envisioned when I read the book. Worse than that though – because of
course, a movie can be a complete and total departure from the source material
and still work as a movie – is that by turning him into that lovable crank,
Wilson the movie becomes a rather typical, quirky Sundance dramedy about a
dysfunctional family. It’s not really a bad one, but it isn’t really a good one
either – and it tries too hard to put a happy twist on everything. Essentially,
it has taken an unforgettable book and made a completely forgettable movie out
of it.
The story revolves around Wilson,
who is a late middle aged, single man with no job, and a wife you walked out on
him 17 years ago, had an abortion, and became a prostitute. His one real friend
is moving away, his dad has just died, and when he tries to reconnect with an
old friend, he remembers why he disconnected in the first place. An awkward
date with Alta (Margo Martindale) inspires him to look up his ex-wife, Pippi
(Laura Dern) – who isn’t the drug addicted prostitute he thought she’d be. She reveals
to him that he didn’t really have an abortion – but gave their daughter, Claire,
up for adoption. The pair track her down and find that she (Isabella Amara) is
a moody, Goth teenager, miserable enough in her affluent life to allow her
birth parents back into her life. She even lets them take her on a trip to
visit Pippi’s sister Polly (Cheryl Hines) – a perky woman in the suburbs – with
horrible results.
Harrelson is entertaining in the
lead role to be sure – he uses all of his charm to make Wilson a more
sympathetic character, and one you may actually want to relate to (as opposed
to the book version, where if you’re like me, and did relate to him anyway, you’re
horrified by what that implies). He is surrounded by a wonderful, almost all
female cast who has a good repore with. Dern in particular is quite good as the
exasperated Pippi.
The film is directed by Craig
Johnson, who did a better job in his last film, The Skeleton Twins (starring
Kristen Wiig and Bill Hader) of walking that fine line between comic and
dramatic (still not a great job – I liked that film less than many, but more
than this). Here, he has essentially made an indie movie quirk fest, that ends
with a smile and life lessons learned, which didn’t particularly strike me as
the way to go. Wilson isn’t a bad film – had it not been based on a great book,
I may have liked it a little more – but still, no matter what, this is a fairly
forgettable film, with a few nice moments that doesn’t really add up to much.
The book is masterpiece – do yourself a favor, and spend 90 minutes reading
that instead – you may just have time to read it a second time as well.
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