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The Truth About Charlie (Jonathan Demme) 2002


    Jonathan Demme’s The Truth About Charlie is a carefree caper that remakes Stanley Donen’s 1963 Hitchcock knockoff Charade with enough zest to make a 40-year-old premise feel completely fresh. Charade was a solid film, anchored by disarmingly charming turns by Audrey Hepburn and Cary Grant, but there’s no doubt that it took place in a version of Paris that could only exist in Hollywood’s imagination. In Demme’s remake, the setting has been updated, but still nods to the past. The new film’s color-blind casting, occasional, casual nude scenes, preponderance of real-life Parisian locales, and infusion of cinematic trickery (such as the use of multiple film stocks, jump-cutting, and slow-motion) don’t pay homage to Donen’s film, however, but instead to the early films of the French New Wave, which were made concurrently with Charade, but did a much better job of showing what Paris was like during the early 1960s. Several key figures from the period (Anna Karina, Agnes Varda, Charles Aznavour) turn up as well, but the incessant references never grow overbearing. Instead, it’s as if Demme is tipping his hat to what was probably the most significant movement in film history and saying, “Thanks, I couldn’t have done this without you.” The relatively frivolous nature of the film makes the references float by and I imagine a viewer who’s never seen a French film would have no problem ignoring them. Still, Demme’s reverent humility here underscores the profound impact that those French filmmakers have had on filmmaking, even in Hollywood.


    Demme’s most singular stylistic trademark is his use of straight-on close-ups, and they flatter Newton immensely here. Her reaction shots turn the sometimes-mundane plot developments in the spy plot into something more intensely immediate. She has mammoth shoes to fill, filling in for Hepburn as she is, but she’s nearly up to the task. When one of the thugs reveals a secret crush on her, it’s almost impossible not to sympathize since she’s so luminous. Her performance is pretty easily the best star turn to come along thus far this year. Mark Wahlberg can’t hold a candle to Cary Grant, however, and the less said about him the better. He doesn’t exactly fail to come across well in his individual scenes. He’s sometimes charming for a moment or two, but at no time does his dopey demeanor suggest his character is capable of the sort of pretense that he’s up to. His performance unfortunately exists almost entirely on the exterior. Still, when the two of them are together, some sparks fly. Things as simple as the way they use each other’s first name incessantly and the coyness about sex add a good amount of class to their relationship, and push it toward the level of the one between Grant and Hepburn in Charade, which The Truth About Charlie surpasses in overall quality.


    The romantic entanglement between the lead duo was the main attraction in Charade, and I’m tempted to say the same applies with Charlie, but Demme expands the scope of his characters’ lust so that it seems as if love might pop up serendipitously, anywhere at any time. A hilarious tango sequence that begins implicating everyone in the orgy is one of the funniest scenes of the year. In what feels almost like a parody of the American movies’ conception of Paris as the epicenter of all things romantic, everything about the movie seems charged with a little sexual energy. The Eiffel Tower is omnipresent, and seems to demand the characters start making nookie posthaste. This two-way exchange between French and American pop culture and pop perceptions of each other seems a natural extension of the films of the New Wave, which are deeply reverent Hollywood movies, and as a result, the movie feels full of a sense of playfulness that renders the plot somewhat moot (though Charade was certainly playful too, with Hepburn boldly confronting her stalkers and whatnot). Tim Robbins has a delicious, deadpan turn as a secret agent who’s helping the heroine, but even he can’t sustain the right mood during the obligatory climactic showdown (which feels doubly obligatory when you consider that the audience that will get Charlie’s New Wave references will likely have seen Charade already). Fortunately, the almost tangible romantic mood and the wonderful soundtrack are more than enough to sustain the viewer through Charlie’s mildly lumbering, more densely plotted sections. This is quite clearly one of Hollywood’s top releases thus far this year.


* * * 1/2 


Jeremy Heilman