The Minus Man
Written and  Directed by Hampton Fancher
starring Owen Wilson, Brian Cox, III; Mercedes Ruel, Dwight Yoakam, Dennis Haysbert
and Janeane Garofalo
playing at the Ritz 5, exclusively.
(On video in April, 2000)
*  *  *  *   (four stars)

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THE JIST of MY PROSE
A very disquieting and extremely numbing thriller - but not in the normal sense. The film doesn't thrill. It isn't thrilling. But it's a thriller. Maybe it's not a thriller. Come to think of it, It's definately NOT a thriller. The poster child for movies-as-drugs  - - 'The Minus Man' is a strong sedative that defies the term 'genre' in the same way 'Barton Fink' does. Maybe it's in the 'Barton Fink' genre. Definately NOT a thriller. Underseen and overpowering - Owen C. Wilson is magnificent.

Calm, exacting blue eyes. Tasseled blond hair. Tongue pushing up against the
back of perfect teeth. Pouty, dried lips. Polite. Keeps to himself. Vann Siegert is all of
these things. He’s the fellow neighbors spy as a “loner” after he’s caught as this week’s
serial killer. He’s the guy anyone can describe, but that no one knows well enough to
understand. He is not brutish or violent. He doesn’t drink. He’s bar none the nicest guy in
'The Minus Man'. Vann puts people to sleep with poison-laced Amaretto. Vann puts
people out of their misery. The film ultimately asks us to sympathize with Vann, a killer
that never turns us off and who constantly asks himself the same questions about the
people around him. He wants to know why they do the things they do, why the hurt each
other and why they are so casually in pain. Vann wants nothing more than to help in his
own way.

 Director Fancher, a lover of prose, has created a film that is almost entirely
abstract in it’s visualization. Even when it appears to be reality-based, it almost seems
like we’re still in that post-sleep dreaming period on the way back to our consciousness.
Vann seems to good to be true as a film character. His rare, but extremely insightful
voice-over thoughts are quieting, as he is. When he speaks, a calm forms over the room.
When he kills, he doesn’t think himself anything monumental. He is just a normal man.

 The film is small. It has small ideas and an even smaller playing field. It takes
place in a different kind of suburbia than we’ve been placed in thusfar this year. The kind
of town where Doug (Cox), a middle-aged postal worker, can walk through his backyard
and pretend to do karate on his bird feeder. It’s the kind of place where his wife, Jane
(Ruel), can deny their daughter’s disappearance and drag herself into a weariness that her
husband can’t cope with. It’s the kind of town where disappearances are noted due to the
size of the town, but where things move on. Think of it’s aspects in relation to the rest of
the films examining strange goings-on in suburbia this year : 'Arlington Road', 'American
Beauty', 'Mumford', 'Stir of Echoes', etc.

Owen Wilson is truly the distinguishing fiber in this film. His rich, subtle
performance vibrates with tinges of malevolence underneath an ambiguously sweet
facade. Departing from his comic performaces ('Bottle Rocket', 'The Haunting',
'Armageddon'), he gives a show of magnitude in this small film that is a silence so loud
it’s ripping our eardrums.

The general feeling of discomfort as the film closed and Vann’s destiny is
hanging in the wind is one that I love.  I am entirely partial to films that are like drugs. I
am a sucker for them. This film left me with a changed mood to the tune of numbness. A
uniquely disturbing time at the movies is always welcome and doesn’t come very often.
Watching the sad, compelling vitality in 'The Minus Man' dwindle and diminish and the
screen jump with a slow, searing beauty was a truly engaging experience.

 [A note about the ad campaign for this film : The trailer features no clips from the
film, just a couple walking around after having seen it, talking into the night. The girl
realizes she’s very late for work. When she arrives, she sees two people floating in a
pool, dead. The tagline : “The Minus Man - it will have you talking for hours” . Do I
agree? I do not. When have I ever agreed with an ad campaign? I don’t think the film
begs conversation like it claims to. More than anything, I think it begs quiet reflection.
The poster reads : “Don’t see it alone unless you like talking to yourself”.

 Damn it, I like talking to myself.]
 
 
 
 

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