American Beauty
Directed by Sam Mendes

Written by Alan Ball
Starring Kevin Spacey, Annette Bening, Thora Birch, Wes Bentley, Mena Suvari, Peter Gallagher, and Chris Cooper
121 minutes. Rated R. Original aspect ratio: 2.35:1. 1999

    I'm a lucky guy.
    Why, you ask? It's because I can go to a film and look at it objectively. If it's based on a novel I like, I won't be comparing it to the book in my head as I'm watching; if it's got an actor or a director that I like or dislike, it's not going to make me prejudiced about the film one way or the other; and if the film has received a lot of hype, I'm not going to be affected by it.
Spacey and Benning    Most people aren't so lucky, however, and for them, hype will ruin a film. "The Blair Witch Project wasn't nearly as scary as everyone said." Of course not. You'd have to actually be in the woods, being stalked by a witch to be as scared as everyone says you should be! "The ending of The Sixth Sense wasn't as shocking as everyone said it would be." No, for that, Bruce Willis would had to have leapt out of the movie screen, landed in your lap, and given you a big wet kiss.
    "American Beauty wasn't as good as everyone said it was."
    I disagree.
    As a filmmaker myself, I can only hope that one day I will make a film that is half as well-written, perfectly shot, wonderfully acted, and just brilliantly made as American Beauty is. The film is pure poetry -- not some awkward Pablo Neruda shit that sounds like some horny high school sophomore's attempt to be eloquent, but the kind of poetry that you close your eyes when you listen to it and you just let it wash over you, like a warm wave. In one of my favorite scenes, one character says "Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I can't take it. Like my heart's going to cave in." That's exactly how this film makes me feel. It envelops you, pulls you in, so you can't possibly escape, even if you wanted to. It's completely and utterly captivating, and one of the most beautiful films I've seen in a long time.
    The writing is superb. Alan Ball turns in a wonderful script, both funny and poignant, with real characters and impossibly heartwrenching and hilarious situations. Just like life. Is American Beauty a comedy or a drama? That's like saying "is my life a comedy or a drama?" You can't answer that, and Ball's script is one of the reasons. It speaks to your soul.
I rule!    The acting is also top-notch. We have an incredible cast here that works together to bring us the most impressive collection of performances in a single film I've seen in a long time. Kevin Spacey (Glengarry Glen Ross, The Negotiator, LA Confidential, and Academy Award Winner for The Usual Suspects) give his best performance yet as Lester Burnham, the guy who, at the beginning of the film, considers masturbating in the shower to be the high point of his day. That's before he meets Angela (American Pie's Mena Suvari), a friend of his daughter Jane (Thora Birch, who you might recognize as Jack Ryan's daughter in Patriot Games and Clear and Present Danger) who he immediately wants to sleep with. He begins having bizarre Spacey and Birchrose-themed fantasies (that look incredible on the big-screen, especially when Suvari opens her shirt and rose petals come pouring out) and he begins attempting to figure out a way to bed this beautiful teenager. Annette Bening (The Siege, Richard III, Bugsy, The Grifters) plays Lester's wife, a frustrated, obsessively superficial woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Bening gives a terrific performance that adds another surreal layer to this already somewhat surreal film, but one that ultimately brings poignancy and emotional power to the picture.
    The directing is flawless. This is what they're talking about when, on the back of widescreen videotapes, it talks about "preserving Chris Cooperthe artistic integrity of the filmmakers." Every -- and I mean every -- 2.35:1 shot is perfectly composed. Does that make the visuals flat and uninteresting? Only if you're dead -- the visuals in this film are stunning. My favorite scene, the one I mentioned earlier, is a couple watching a video of a plastic bag being tossed about by the wind. The visual poetry in that scene makes my heart ache. When you add the terribly sad and heartfelt score by Thomas Newman (who did the equally wonderful scores for Meet Joe Black, Red Corner, the wonderful The Shawshank Redemption, and the forthcoming The Green Mile, along with countless others), its a scene -- and a film -- that makes you feel like your heart's going to cave in.
    This film could easily storm the Academy Awards. Gold statues for best score, best cinematography, best writing, best acting, best directing, and best picture could all easily be in American Beauty's future.
    What is an "American beauty"? My mom says it's a rose. I say it's this film.
    I'm a lucky guy. Why, you ask?
    I saw American Beauty.

    Bottom line: A beautiful work of art that may very well be the main show at the Oscars this year.
    My grade: A+
    My advice: See it in the theatre, as so to do the wonderful visuals justice as as so not to lose half of the screen to "pan and scan". This film will be ruined if not seen in it's widescreen splendor.


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