Genre: Southern Gothic White Trash Thriller
Directed by: Lee Daniels (Precious)
Starring: Zac Efron, Matthew McConaughey, Nicole Kidman, John Cusack, David Oyelowo, Macy Gray
The Paperboy is the most completely, magnificently trashy, overwrought, overheated, overacted and utterly mesmerizing explosion of bad taste you'll encounter this year. Florida-based critic Roger Moore (who I know slightly) called The Paperboy: "A sordid, seamy Cracker Gothic murder mystery, a brutishly overwrought melodrama that plays like Tennessee Williams on absinthe." And I second that, but I mean it as a compliment; Mr. Moore does not. It is, I think, safe to say this is not a film for everyone. In fact, it may be a film for very few people, though in all honesty, it isn't a whole lot trashier than Lee Daniels last film, the highly regarded Precious (2009), but it lacks that movie's supposed importance. The closest thing I can relate it to is either Werner Herzog's The Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call — New Orleans (2009) or William Friedkin's Killer Joe from earlier this year. In other words, this is an almost hallucinatory over-the-top assault on anything that could remotely be called "good taste." You are both warned and encouraged to see what Lee Daniels and his fearless cast have wrought.
Do you remember the advertising blurb on the poster for Black Snake Moan (2006) — "Everything is hotter down South"? Well, that would fit The Paperboy even better. The film — told in flashback by the family's maid, Anita (Macy Gray, For Colored Girls), as recounted to a newspaper interviewer (John Thompson) — tells the story of Miami Times repoter Ward Jansen (Matthew McConaughey) and his writing partner, Yardley Acheman (David Oyelowo, The Help), coming back to the former's Florida hometown to investigate the truth behind the conviction of death row inmate Hillary Van Wetter (John Cusack). They've been drawn into this by ultra-trashy (we're talking John Waters trashy) Charlotte Bless (Nicole Kidman), an oversexed beautician with one of those fake-tan orange glows, overdone fake eyelashes and zero taste in clothes. She's also one of those peculiar women who "fall in love" with guys on death row. Now, let's throw in the fact that this is backwoods mid-1960s Florida and Yardley is black, making him a troublesome aspect on every level — and on another level we only suspect (until it's later confirmed). And there's Ward's young brother, Jack (Zac Efron) — the paperboy of the title — who tags along and, of course, becomes besotted with Charlotte. OK, it's the perfect recipe for a mildly trashy crime story. Well, that's not what Daniels is after. No, he's after the rawest and loopiest exploitation movie an R rating will allow. (Actually, I was surprised it wasn't NC-17.) And I get the sense that he's kind of the honey badger of filmmakers as to whether or not anyone approves — he just doesn't give a shit.
This is a movie in which Nicole Kidman spreads her legs and mimes performing oral sex for her death row sweetie — to the transparent embarrassment of the other onlookers. It is also a film in which Kidman (the woman is fearless) urinates on Zac Efron's face (relax, it's to to treat jellyfish stings), chasing off all other volunteers with a terse, "If anyone's gonna pee on him, it's gonna be me! He don't like strangers peein' on him." This is a movie in which Zac Efron plays large chunks in his tight white underpants. This is a movie where Matthew McConaughey...no, I'll leave that one alone. And I'm only skimming the surface. I think it worth noting that all this is done with very little actual nudity, though perhaps the most intriguing — and maybe telling — aspect is when the one possibly meaningful sex scene is shut down by narrator Anita with a sudden, "Anyhoo, I think y'all have seen enough." It's as if things that aren't tabloid trashiness are just off-limits here — and maybe that's right.
So, will you enjoy the movie's overheated and deliberate sleaze? Or will you be offended by it? That's up to you — and you can probably tell from this review. (It's hardly surprising to learn that Pedro Almodóvar once considered the source novel for his English language debut film.) If you see it, remember I've warned you. It's trash. It wants to be trash. And it succeeds admirably. Rated R for strong sexual content, violence and language.
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The times in the paper are wrong, because someone decided they could be improved on. Here are the new times:
The Paperboy (R)
12:30, 2:45, 5:00, 7:25, 9:50
By Ken Hanke
10/30/2012
The closest thing I can relate it to is either Werner Herzog's The Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call — New Orleans (2009)
At any point during the film, does Kidman inquire "What are these fuckin' iguanas doing on my coffee table?".
By Jeremy Dylan
10/30/2012
No, the audience seems to be doing the hallucinating here.
By Ken Hanke
10/31/2012
I find myself intrigued despite my better judgment.
She’s also one of those peculiar women who “fall in love†with guys on death row.
I'm going to resist the urge to make an Ayn Rand joke except by praeteritio.
By Sean R. Moorhead
10/31/2012
This is McConaughey's year.
By Me
10/31/2012
Is this film in the realm of BABY DOLL?
By Orbit DVD
11/05/2012
Naw, Baby Doll is a Sunday school picnic by comparison.
By Ken Hanke
11/05/2012
And, alas, I am gravely disappointed in the turnout for this. Gravely.
By Ken Hanke
11/05/2012
Well, I'll be giving it a look sometime today.
By Xanadon't
11/06/2012
Just remember -- if you love it, I sent you. If you hate it, it's nobody's fault but your own.
By Ken Hanke
11/06/2012
Naw, Baby Doll is a Sunday school picnic by comparison.
I'm really asking about the camp, not the explicitness.
By Orbit DVD
11/06/2012
Baby Doll is more sweet-tempered -- in its way.
By Ken Hanke
11/06/2012
Definitely dug this. Helps make up for having missed Killer Joe while it was in town.
By Xanadon't
11/06/2012
Remember, it's all because of me.
By Ken Hanke
11/07/2012
Actually it has around 3% to do with Justin not liking The Man with the Iron Fists.
By Xanadon't
11/08/2012
Alright, so I get 97% of the credit.
By Ken Hanke
11/08/2012
Yes, that's sounds about r-- er, wait. You have to understand that I sat through the wretched Margo at the Wedding on the strength of Nicole Kidman's involvement alone. So there's that to factor in...
I'd say you're still taking at least half of the pecan pie home with you.
By Xanadon't
11/09/2012
So...you went to see Bewitched?
By Ken Hanke
11/09/2012
Actually...
I can explain. A couple friends and I were visiting another friend who'd moved back home to middle of nowhere, Iowa. It was rainy. There wasn't much else to do that afternoon. Except drink. Which we were, clearly. Someone in the group liked Will Farrel. And then there was my vested interest, of course.
If it makes you feel better, we left early to go play indoor, black-light mini-golf. Turns out that's a thing.
By Xanadon't
11/10/2012
HOLY MOLY. Saw this film last night. Wild. Definitely recommend it to anyone not bashful and looking for a great time at the movies!
By William Chase
11/10/2012
Hey, don't mind me. I've never seen it -- nor have I seen black-light mini-golf (is there a hazard involving a poster of Jimi Hendrix?). In fact, I've never even heard of that. I have heard of (but also not seen) something called...uh...cooter golf, which I suspect is a rather different amusement.
By Ken Hanke
11/10/2012
Uniformly bad from what I saw/recall. And sadly, much like its bowling counterpart, black-light mini-golf is distinguished from the regular version mostly by obnoxious music and the enhanced glowing effect of the golf-balls that begin neon anyway. So yeah, both the afternoon's events were on par with one another in terms of creative originality.
This other phenomenon you speak of had not captured my attention yet. I wonder if it isn't such a bad thing in this variant to be over by a few strokes.
By Xanadon't
11/10/2012
I wish to make it distinctly understood that the phenomenon of which I spoke is merely something I've heard about. I have never played it, nor even observed it. I do not feel especially deprived in any cultural sense by this.
By Ken Hanke
11/10/2012
At least the film we're ignoring in these posts is glorious trash. Otherwise the turn in conversation might seem inexcusably out of place.
By Xanadon't
11/10/2012
Actually, it would not seem out of place in this particular movie.
By Ken Hanke
11/10/2012
So...have you made it to Holy Motors yet?
By Ken Hanke
11/10/2012
No, damn it, I have not. And at this point it won't be until Monday at the earliest. I'll be sure to let you know in a timely fashion, even if I haven't had time to digest it enough to say much of import.
By Xanadon't
11/11/2012
(Thinks: Bet if it had Nicole Kidman in it, he'd have managed to see it.)
By Ken Hanke
11/11/2012
Ha, well since my track-record precedes any convincing argument I might put forth, I'll only say that it's been a hectic weekend.
By Xanadon't
11/12/2012
(Reserves comment for time being.)
By Ken Hanke
11/12/2012
This will be history on Friday.
By Ken Hanke
11/13/2012