I’ll be honest, before I saw the book this film is based on referenced in the opening credits, I didn’t know it was a book. I mean, I figured it probably was, because most films like this are, but I had never heard of it. When I got home after seeing the film I googled the book and quickly learned about the literary forgery scandal surrounding it. My exact words were, “Ha! Okay, that explains a lot.”
The film starts off promising enough with the main character James an emotional and physical wreck who lands himself in rehab after nearly 20 years of substance abuse. James’s first sober human contact is with a female flight attendant who refuses to sell him alcohol based not on the fact that he’s clearly an addict, but rather on her genuine concern for his well-being and because ‘a doctor told her not to.’ Maybe I’m jaded, but I think a flight attendant would be more likely to refuse James alcohol because he it seems like he’s had quite enough already and she doesn’t need a disruptive passenger making a mess. Anyway. This pretty much sets precedent for all of the people in James’s world and the other characters in the movie. Stereotypical and one-dimensional.
A strained but ultimately loving relationship with James’s brother and parents is hinted at, but never really explored or explained. A love interest is introduced, adding a bit of sexy danger as contact between male and female patients is verboten (then why are all of the patients thrown into the same common space? That makes no sense.), but again this has no backstory, or indeed credibility, at all. Two recovering addicts, both pretty and both in pain, of course a hookup is inevitable, right? Except they don’t do anything. At least it is implied that they don’t. And the reason that they don’t is not because one or both of them realize that having an affair while trying to focus on sobriety is probably not the best plan. It’s because all they do is emote and reminisce about their troubled pasts. While that in itself is not unbelievable, especially in the setting of a rehab facility, it is a bit far fetched for two barely sober 20-somethings. They seem to have no need or desire to leave the healthy progress in the group session and just have some ill-advised, stress relieving sex. For those plagued by mental demons, it generally takes far longer to get to the placid ‘let’s do the incredibly difficult and painful thing (talking about their worst past experiences) instead of the easy thing that also happens to feel good (boning)’ place.
It’s as if no one else but James in this narrative matters at all. Only one of the other characters is introduced by name (the enigmatic ‘Roy’). All of the others we hear passively referred to and are like, ‘Oh, um, I guess he means that Billy Bob Thornton guy?’ or ‘I assume that’s the love interest woman?’. And no one else’s story is explored at all. A guy who is clearly a deeply closeted gay man searching for sexual intimacy at any price, who has been to prison, and leaves his daughter’s phone number with James in case he dies after leaving rehab too soon – never explained or mentioned again after he leaves. A woman whose only family appears to be her grandmother, and who lost her virginity to prostitution – completely unexplored. A guy who seems to have a ton of money, is relatively stable in his sobriety, and who wants James to be his son – never developed. He leaves the facility before James does and says, ‘Call me as soon as you get out’, and is then never mentioned again. If this dismissal of all other characters is an attempt to mirror James’s self absorbed nature it’s not executed very well because that major character flaw is never addressed or rectified. Moreover, the issues of James’s past are never adequately dealt with at all. He has flashbacks to a night at a carnival with an ex-girlfriend that was obviously traumatic and ended with him being arrested. But this is never explained. The only breakthrough James has about his troubled past is that he suffered from ear infections as an infant and, strangely, he feels extremely guilty about beating up an authority figure who was trying to sexually assault him.
I’d also like to take just one minute to say that all of the characters who are not white dudes are stereotypes, and lazy unimaginative ones at that. All of the women just want to talk and help, because women are all nurture-y, don’tchaknow. And there are two black guys – one’s a musician and the other is an athlete. Because of course they are. Oh, and the film is set in lower-middle class Ohio in 1993. All of those demographics apply to my adolescence. As someone who was literally there, I can assure you of the following:
- using the word ‘retarded’ was really not cool. If anyone did they got very dirty looks and would not continue to do so unless they were a garbage human being. Not exactly what one did to set themselves up as a sympathetic protagonist.
- announcing to a room full of a patient’s peers that said patient had been diagnosed as bipolar, while not exactly illegal yet (HIPAA would not become law in the US for another three years), would be a serious misstep in one’s career as a sobriety counselor.
If you’re in the mood for a film that gives an honest and accurate portrayal of what surviving mental illness and addiction with the help of a halfway decent support system looks like, save yourself the effort of going out and re-watch Silver Linings Playbook instead.