Ellar Coltrane grows up in Boyhood. |
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Boyhood. Written and
directed by Richard Linklater. At selected theaters.
Making movies under normal
circumstances is hard, but apparently not hard enough for Richard Linklater (Dazed and Confused, Before Sunrise, Waking Life).
For his latest, Linklater decided to present a family epic told over twelve
years by literally shooting it over
twelve years—by gathering his cast once a year to shoot a few scenes at a
time. Cut together, Boyhood depicts
the coming of age of Mason (Ellar Coltrane) as the actor literally grows up
before our eyes.
It's probably not necessary to review
how many ways the project could have gone wrong. Not only Coltrane but the
entire cast (Patricia Arquette, Ethan Hawke, the director's daughter Lorelei)
grows and changes over the course of the story, and if any one of them suddenly
wasn't available the entire premise would have been undermined. With audiences
keyed into this unique opportunity—and no chance to go back in time for
reshoots—Linklater could not re-cast any of the parts.
The making of Boyhood was not only a high-wire act, it was a high-wire act that
took twelve years to perform. That the film reached theaters at all is a small kind
of miracle. Like an author who managed to write an entire novel without using
the word "the", it's the kind of self-imposed handicap that earns
automatic "stunt points."
That said, a conceit is still just a
conceit. The buzz around how the film was made can threaten to distract from
the more important question—was it worth it?
Does shooting a coming-of-age story this way bring anything to it that
wouldn't otherwise have been possible? In this regard, Boyhood is less successful. To the degree that it is good, it's
because of the light, understated touch Linklater has shown in his other,
conventionally-made films.
Linklater's script traces the story of
Mason, his single mother (Arquette), sister Sam (Lorelei Linklater), and the errant,
mercurial father (Hawke) who is in and out of his life. Starting from the age
of six, Mason goes through an utterly familiar but still touching series of
small crises—the temporary friendships, the unwanted moves, the bad marriages
to would-be fathers who inevitably disappoint. As played by Coltrane, Mason is
a quiet kid who grows up into a reflective, taciturn young man with no burning
interests (except, perhaps, photography). Linklater wisely presents his changes
seamlessly, letting events such as elections—or the electronic gadgets Mason is
playing with at the time—track the passage of time.
Family drama naturally lends itself to
drama. But keeping the way it was made in mind, Linklater wisely keeps the
emphasis on continuity—the
fascination of watching some things change as others don't at all. Though there
are disruptions in his life, Mason keeps the air of interested bystander, as if
storing up impressions for some future art project. Despite how much we see of
Coltrane's personal development, Boyhood
is really the sentimental education of a young storyteller like Linklater
himself.
The restrained tone fits the
circumstances of Boyhood's making,
but it doesn't soar. When we think of the truly memorable depictions of growing
up male in American movies—Stand by Me,
Robert Duvall bouncing a basketball off young Michael O'Keefe's head in The Great Santini—they tend to cut more
deep than broad. In this sense, Boyhood
is daring only in conception.
Of course, when he cast Coltrane as a
child, Linklater had no idea if he would grow up to be a good adult actor. In
fact, the character is so passive it's hard to tell if he was written that way,
or Linklater was tailoring his demands to the kid's talents. Suffice it say
that Coltrane grows up to resemble a full-scale version of Peter Dinklage,
albeit without Dinklage's out-size charisma. For what it's worth, I actually
prefer Linklater's other longitudinal project—his conventionally-made
"checking in" with lovers Jesse and Celine every decade in Before Sunrise, Before Sunset and Before
Midnight.
Coltrane and Linklater earn more than
stunt points in Boyhood. But like
Patricia Arquette complains in the film, I can't help wondering why there
wasn't more.
© 2014 Nicholas Nicastro
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