Being John Malkovich is more about being Charlie Kaufman than it is about being John Malkovich. The first movie written by Kaufman is also the first directed by Spike Jonze. Those three proceed to use Malkovich’s public persona as a portal into our fascination with fame – in weirdly entertaining fashion, stooping to conquer contemporary conceptions of psychology and sexuality along the way.
“It’s playing with people!” says one character. Yep.
Kaufman and Jonze would go on to make a sequel of sorts with Adaptation. See BJM first.
John Malkovich essays himself inside and out, singly and cloned, as an adult and in boyhood. No it’s not really him, which is what makes it such a great performance. The guy’s a great actor.
John Cusack delivers one of his better roles, a wimpy puppeteer who finds himself overwhelmed by a supernatural discovery and by the two women in his life. Wimpiness becomes Cusack.
Cameron Diaz is damn-near unrecognizable as his frumpy wife, who goes from quietly supportive to bizarrely self-actualizing.
Catherine Keener plays the other-woman, a sexually aggressive opportunist. Thus Keener plays the Diaz role. And vice-versa. It works well.
Several supporting players deliver pithy performances that keep the movie operating on an elevated plain.
Then there are several great cameos.
The film centers on a married couple living out their childhood fantasies, he as a puppeteer, she as an animal lover. More grown kids than real adults, they are easy pickings for the siren song of celebrity fantasy and sexual identity exploration. Why not. Whatever.
However, its greatest brilliance comes by recreating Malkovich’s fictional childhood, psychological traumas and all.
Sex through the eyes of another… Bottle that and you’d make a mint.
Being John Malkovich provides a jaundiced peak into the ethics of the entertainment industry, notwithstanding the movie’s fantasies and surrealism. In particular, a talent agent casually spews forth with virulent misogynistic patter, a phenomena repeated in Kaufman and Jonze’s Adaptation.
Want more? HBO’s Entourage – and Bill Maher – traffic on the same side of the line. The wrong side. The real war on women comes from DonkeyBrains. Truth.
Regarding jasonhurwitz’s Review
Great pickup Jason. I remember being dazzled by BJM when it came out.