We writers are a strange breed. But hopefully most of us aren't quite as
strange as Charlie Kaufman, the lauded screenwriter responsible for
several mind-bending movies, among them Adaptation., in which he
is also the main character, played by Nicholas Cage. Cage also plays
Kaufman's twin brother Donald, who initially comes across as
lackadaisical but by the end seems to have his life much more together
than Charlie does. Which is a shame, since Donald doesn't exist, leaving
us only with a man who seems at serious risk of losing control of his
mental faculties.
I pity Charlie Kaufman in this film. I'm
sure he's been fictionalized, as unreliable as everything else we might
presume to be true in what is supposedly a non-fictional account of
Kaufman's struggles to adapt Susan Orlean's The Orchid Thief, but
it takes a brave man to write such a pathetic version of himself into a
movie, to make himself out to be a man embroiled in paranoia and
obsession, capable of churning out brilliant screenplays but only after
months of agonizing writer's block, scarcely able to function as a
social being, as evidenced by his interaction with his more charismatic
brother and his lamentable attempt to score a date with a perky waitress
at the diner he frequents.
Spike Jonze directs this film that
is part action-adventure - mostly toward the end, when a seriously
unhinged Orlean (Meryl Streep), with the help of eccentric orchid bandit
John Laroche (Chris Cooper, in a wildly engaging performance that won
him an Oscar), decides Kaufman must die because he knows too much - and
part PSA for anyone who ever imagined the writing lifestyle to be
glamorous. It's enough to make a fledgling writer reconsider her career
path.
The film earns its R rating with profanity aplenty and
bits of nudity and violence. It earns its many screenwriting honors with
a maddeningly original screenplay. I say maddening because it causes me
to question my own sense of reality. Ever since I read The Princess Bride
and was taken in by William Goldman's long, drawn-out search for S.
Morgenstern's book of the same title and his subsequent determination to
write a "good parts" version for his son, I have felt a sense of
betrayal when I can't take authors at their word. I almost believed that
Charlie Kaufman had a twin brother who died while helping him adapt The Orchid Thief;
then I almost believed Susan Orlean didn't exist, though I recalled
seeing her book on the shelves of the bookstore where I work. I find
this deeply disconcerting.
Adaptation. is an intriguing
film. It probably merits another watching, but I'm not that eager to
plunge once more into such a perplexing movie populated by such bizarre
characters. Instead, I think I'll just agree that Charlie Kaufman is a
genius. And if this is the cost of brilliance, maybe I can handle being
mediocre.
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