directed by Bill Forsyth
starring Burt Lancaster, Peter Riegert, Fulton Mackay
Many things become clear throughout the course of this film. Peter Riegert's MacIntyre is dissatisfied with his lonely, successful American life and he admires and envies what the Scottish have. The Scottish, meanwhile, are much more concerned about getting the best deal for their land than any sentimental attachment to it. The one man who does seem to mind is a hobo who lives on - and, coincidentally, owns - the beach, and he doesn't seem to be quite in step with everyone else's ideas of reality. MacIntyre's boss apparently has enough issues to employ a psychologist and inspire him to comedic acts of madness. And MacIntyre's gangly, awkward partner clearly lusts after a local marine biologist...and they meet up a few times on the beach, hardly crescendoing into anything like a romantic subplot. It's refreshing, in an anticlimactic sort of way.
Local Hero has many funny moments, but it finds them in absurdity, and leaves both conventional storytelling and comedy by the wayside. It leaves you with much to think about without directly addressing these questions. Actually, it mirrors the way I often feel after a Coen Brothers film: huh. I look forward to thinking about it and watching it again, but in the meantime, I can't admit much in the realm of emotion.
No comments:
Post a Comment