Girl Gone Wild:

the Janeane Garofalo

Story

 

Girl gone wild: the Janeane Garofalo story
P.O. Box 11242
Richmond, VA 23230
United States

Clay Pigeons

 


"Clay Pigeons" starring  Vince Vaughn, Janeane Garofalo Greg Sporleder and Joaquin Phoenix.  Directed by David Dobkin. 

 

Let's Do Some Carnage:

**1/2

Clay Pigeons is another of those twisted black comedies/thrillers where all kinds of nasty things happen that are supposed to make us laugh and wince at the same time, like Peter Berg's wildly entertaining Very Bad Things. Pigeons is unable to get it completely right, but still succeeds in keeping the audience entertained. Matthew L. Healy's script gives us plenty of intriguing twists and turns right from the very first scene, and Dobkin's direction moves at a great pace and has moments of inspired filmmaking. If anything, Dobkin tries too hard to be bleakly witty, with a hell of a lot of music throughout the film, and used in the darker moments; when Lester slaughters Amanda, Elvis plays on the soundtrack. But the music is good and well selected. The movie has several injokes and references that are funny, in a self-indulgent kind of way. The most obvious one is that Shelby is watching Alien on videotape, which is the famed project of Clay Pigeons producer Ridley Scott. Look closely next to the TV in Shelby's room and you'll see copies of True Romance and Swingers. Romance was the 1993 effort of executive producer Tony Scott, and Swingers, was of course, Vince Vaughn's breakout role. In one dinner scene, the radio is playing the country-toned song "Moody River". This song was used over the end credits of Tony's underrated action fest The Last Boy Scout.

The small town characters boarder on the stereotypes, especially with the slutty, sex-crazed Amanda and the moronic deputy, unsubtly called Barney. Maybe if all the characters had been played totally straight the jokes would have been more effective. There are pretty sizeable holes in logic in Clay Pigeons, and the final result is more than a little unbelievable. Phoenix is okay in the lead, though he sometimes seems to be sleep walking through scenes. Everyone else in the film seems to be in on the humorous black edge, yet Phoenix plays it too real. Vaughn's performance is a matter of taste as he gets the broadest part in the film. Lester is clearly insane and vicious, yet he comes across as a harmless goofball at times. The actor plays more of a parody than any actual person, but if the audience buys into it, they'll enjoy him. Wilson manages to keep his character of the sheriff away from clichés with a warm and likeable performance, and it's him that actually gets the movies closing punchline twist. I also really liked Phil Morris as Shelby's partner. Morris only has 8 lines (his silence is a running joke), yet the actor makes the audience believe he's incredibly intelligent, taking everything in and doesn't feel the need to talk until he has something to say.

Blunt Review

Bluntly Speaking? Clay Pigeons is an intensely creepy, slower, film with some great actors doing some rich characters. CP is an indie film with all the little hot buttons, and key phrases movie buffs love to throw around like "character driven," "intriguing cinematography" and an "ensemble cast" that'll make your eyes stare without a need to blink. Plus, there's a big old heaping helpin' of oddball.

Story goes ...Clay Bidwell's (Joaquin Phoenix) out shooting bottles with his best buddy when things get a tad bizarre. Their Sunday ends with Clay learning a thing or two about friendships, big mouthed vixens with pure evil in their hearts, and his education on the a to z's of planning a perfect cover-up. By sundown, his best friend is dead and Clay may be the prime suspect unless he plays it cool.

He figures things can't get much worse than that afternoon. Never say that, or even thunk it. Now his best friend's new widow, Amanda (Georgina Cates), decides she done like her this Clay fellow and is none too keen on his running around with another gal.....She even makes a sultry attempt at corralling the young buck at the local watering hole and he causes a bit of a scene by declining her feminine offerings via a strong back hand across her lily white face.

She storms out and he's thinkin' the night's sinking into the pig slop when a tall cowboy with a silly grin and a knack for charmin' the pants off folks asks him to share his pool table.

His new pool hall friend's a looker named Lester Long ( Vince—cowboy clothes do this man good girls— Vaughn). Ol' Lester shares some common interests with the boys; backlake fishin', chick killin', and long neck beers. Poor Clay all he wants is his life back, but Lester's hell bent on havin' some serial killer fun with the locals.

Lester's works are not unnoticed by the FBI and they're closing in. Agent Shelby (Janeane Garofalo), who's followed the killing to Clay's hometown, has noticed a particular pattern the killer has with his smokes that ultimately will prove to be his undoing.....maybe.

The performances are simply wonderful. Joaquin Phoenix is complete perfection as always. Love this guy. Janeane Garofalo is about five foot tall, and every inch is filled with natural talent. Then there's Mr. Vaughn. Mmmmm, is that one man God's made right. I'm going to have to use the "p" word — patience— whilst I wait for this to come to dvd! Oh, yeah there's a scene between Vincent and Georgina Cates that'll have your eyebrow straight up and erect with attention. Trust me.....and excuse me I have to take another ice shower...Okay, primal desires aside this fellow Vin's got real talent. He's super eerie and exact as Lester the twinkling maniac. Can't wait to see how his career shapes up.

Get out and see this. It's going to be harder to find, but it'll be worth it. I've picked up the soundtrack as well, it's great for a long drive down a dark country road...

Snack Recommendation: Johnny Walker Black and Cherry Pie

FlickPhilosopher.com

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[Spoilers]

I'm not sure, but I think the moral of Clay Pigeons is: When your best friend commits suicide right in front of you after setting it up to look like you murdered him because you're screwing around with his wife and he wants revenge, the best thing to do is blow up his pickup with the body in it. (Be sure to previously arrange for your best friend to be a loser whom the sheriff always suspected would come to no good end.)

See, Clay Bidwell (Joaquin Phoenix) was doing the nasty with Earl's wife Amanda (Georgina Cates), a piece of work if I ever saw one. There's not much else to do in tiny Mercer, Montana, but screw around, it seems. So, okay, fine -- whatever floats your boat. But poor dumb Clay isn't too good at choosing his friends. Earl's a suicidal maniac; Amanda is, in the understatement of the year from Sheriff Mooney (Scott Wilson), "not the nicest person in the world"; and Clay's new pal Lester Long (Vince Vaughn), who jokingly calls himself "Lester the Molester," is a serial killer who gets his kicks siccing the police on, of all people, poor dumb Clay.

Clay Pigeons isn't a great film -- it's black and it's a comedy, but never enough of either -- but it is supremely interesting to watch. If nothing else, it demonstrates that the incredible talent displayed by Vaughn and Phoenix in Return to Paradise -- as well the palpable chemistry between them -- was not a fluke. These are two guys to watch.

Vaughn's serial killer is seductive and scary all at once. Where he conserved the use of his gorgeous smile in Paradise, he here bandies it about maniacally, his constant giggling seeming to hint at a barely constrained hysteria. As slowly and as deliberately as he moves across the screen, it still seems as if his rangy body might burst into a frenzied fit at any moment, sending his impossibly long limbs flailing. And Lester's charm is undeniable -- you don't have to wonder how he lures his young female victims to their doom.

Phoenix's Clay is a dope, to be sure, and fully responsible for his own misfortunes. He's a pawn who lets himself get pushed around by everyone he knows, and yet Phoenix doesn't let Clay collapse under all the pressure, manages to give Clay just a little bit of the backbone he needs to keep from being totally subsumed. A less physical actor than Vaughn, Phoenix's acting is all in his eyes, his gaze darting back and forth as he feels himself drowning under stronger personalities or lids squeezed shut as he contemplates yet another personal disaster.

That Vaughn and Phoenix have created completely different kinds of characters from Paradise -- and once again inhabit their complex, not altogether sympathetic creations -- is a testament not only to their craft but to their approaches to their careers. They're both interested in challenging acting roles and quirky characters. And I hope they stay that way.

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Copyright Christopher B. Martin.  All rights reserved.

Girl gone wild: the Janeane Garofalo story
P.O. Box 11242
Richmond, VA 23230
United States