About Schmidt (Alexander Payne, 2002)
Alexander Payne’s About Schmidt treads a fine line
between glib and profound, between comic and sad, but in doing so shows the
audience that it’s usually easier to laugh at someone than it is to take a
hard look at them. Jack Nicholson stars in a bravura performance as Warren
Schmidt, a recently retired insurance executive who leaves the mundane
dreariness of his Omaha home, embarking on a road trip across the American Midwest.
It’s difficult to tell at first exactly what the film’s attitude is toward
its characters. The opening scenes, which detail Warren’s transition into his
supposedly golden years, seem to empathize greatly with him even as he holds
those around him in disdain. He’s told during a co-worker’s speech that
he’s devoted his life “to something meaningful… to being productive,”
but once his productivity ends, he loses his moorings. Suddenly, he can’t
stand the presence of his wife of 42 years and, though Warren never explicitly
tells anyone, he finds himself yearning for some sort of purpose. In a moment of
weakness, he responds to Angela Lansbury’s plea (delivered via an infomercial)
to “adopt” a starving African child and his letters to the boy
demonstrate both his lack of perspective on his life and his inexpressible
discontent. After his wife suddenly dies, he begins roaming about like a zombie,
and begins his countdown to his inevitable death.
When the opportunity to escape that drudgery and travel to
his only daughter’s wedding presents itself, Warren seizes it, heading out
with the intention to convince his daughter that she needs to reconsider her
impending marriage to Randall (Dermot Mulroney), a mullet wearing man that
Warren deems unworthy. This journey provides the film with its loose narrative,
but mostly the plot is an excuse for co-scripters Alexander Payne and Jim Taylor
to observe character and setting. As they create a convincing portrait of
Warren’s Midwestern malaise, they unfurl their astute brand of satire, which
attacks the inadequacy of American mores. The script is perfectly attuned to the
way that people use polite conversation to avoid really saying anything when
saying something genuine becomes difficult. Scenes set in both the home and
workplace contain the same sort of vapid verbal dodging which manages to fill
uncomfortable silences with a whole lot of nothing. Perhaps this is best
illustrated by the moment where Warren is greeted by Roberta, the mother of his
future son-in-law. In one nervous stream she gets the messy subject of his
wife’s death out of the way and offers a drink to her visitor as a way of
breaking the ice. It’s not necessarily true that she’s insincere in either
her greeting or her empathy, but because both need to be stated they take on an
automated, if sugar-coated, tone. This type of speech crops up during just about
every uncomfortable exchange in the film, and the cumulative effect of it is the
realization that no one is saying what they really mean in an attempt to
maintain some sense of decorum. Once those rules of behavior are established,
it’s easy to see how Warren managed to live obliviously in a passionless
marriage for over 42 years.
Since genuine emotion is so obviously cheap here (despite
the superficial abundance of it, some of it courtesy of the genuinely annoying
score), it’s no wonder that About
Schmidt shows it being treated as a commodity. Warren’s mourning process
is a road that is populated with financial markers. This is shown in everything
from the cost of the funeral arrangements, to Randall’s opportunism, to the
purchased sympathy cards and gifts of food that he receives in an attempt to
ease his guilt somehow. When Warren takes his daughter to the airport to see her
off, the two embrace in a genuine show of affection. Randall snaps a photo of
this (to finish off his roll of film) and immediately appraises the moment as a
“good one”. Appropriate responses and passive aggressive politeness seem to
be more valuable here than honest ones, and from that vantage point, Warren’s
character arc, which takes him on a trajectory from oblivious to curmudgeonly to
regretful and resigned, is tragic. About
Schmidt isn’t the story about a man who learns to feel again so much as
it’s a man who is retrained by his experiences to feel in more conventional
terms. Because the film has so much to say about the ways we try to claim
whatever small niche we can as our territory and are reluctant to relinquish it
(consider Warren’s job, daughter, or dead wife), Warren’s loss of his
specific perspective is doubly awful. As a man with a mission Warren is a
miserable failure. “Takin’ Care of Buisness” plays near the end of the
film, but it’s inescapable by that point that Warren has completely neglected
his intended business in more ways than one. As a man who has devoted his life
to statistics about people instead of people themselves, his final moments in
the film are a heartbreaking retreat to the idealized and trite.
* * * 1/2
12-17-02
Jeremy Heilman