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Thursday, February 16, 2023

DISAPPOINTING NEWER MOVIE: THE POWER OF THE DOG

Benedict Cumberbatch
THE POWER OF THE DOG (2021). Director: Jane Campion. NOTE: This review gives away important plot points.

In 1925 Montana two brothers, Phil (Benedict Cumberbatch) and George (Jesse Plemons), live together in a big house and work a ranch. Phil is a charismatic macho type who often belittles his shyer, nicer brother as "Fatso." Phil is furious when George marries a widow named Rose (Kirsten Dunst), moving her in, and even more furious when her "sissy" 16-year-old son Peter (Kodi Smit-McPhee) comes home from school. As Rose becomes drunk every day due to the tension, Phil hopes that George will throw her out. Phil tries to bond with Peter, ostensibly to turn him against his mother. Pretending to befriend Phil, Peter manages to get Phil to let down his guard and become aware of his true feelings towards the boy. But Peter has his own plans that may be even more sinister ... 

The Power of the Dog is based on a novel by Thomas Savage, a closet queen who married a woman, had three children, and came out to his daughter as gay very late in life. Let me make it clear from the first that studies of pathetic closet cases written by pathetic closet cases are among my least favorite sub-genres. I also get mighty tired of people thinking there's something profound in exploring that not-so-new stereotype of repressed homosexual men who overcompensate with hyper-masculinity. Right off the top of my head I can think of several movies with this theme, with American Beauty and The Other Side of the Wind coming immediately to mind and there are a great many others. In 1967 when the novel was published this may have been unique (but probably wasn't) but today it's nothing but a cliche. Why Jane Campion (or anyone else) felt compelled to make a movie out of this old and old-fashioned novel is beyond me. It's another modern-day movie like Tar and others that presents distinctly negative homosexual characters. And am I wrong in suggesting that movies about gay men should perhaps be made by gay men, and gay studies made by people who are actually gay? 

Jesse Plemons and Kirstin Dunst
But let's get to the film itself. The performances from the entire cast are quite good, and the movie boasts often stunning cinematography by Ari Wegner. (Johnny Greenwood's score, which has been charitably described as "minimalist," is terrible.) While Jane Campion may have won an undeserved Oscar for directing the film, I can't believe that a more gifted or at least a different director couldn't have made a film that was more compelling and entertaining. I don't think the film is well-directed at all and it eventually becomes so tedious that it nearly made it onto my list of "Films I Couldn't Quite Finish." (I have friends who never did finish it.)  I've often said that (supposed) subtlety can be awfully over-rated, but much of this movie is about as subtle as a sledgehammer: Phil whipping a horse's head in lieu of Rose; Phil practically having an orgasm over a hanky once handled by his youthful hero, crush and possible sex partner with the silly name of "Bronco Henry." 

Kodi Smith-McPhee
Frankly I think many viewers will be left with a feeling of "is that all there is?" Even if they have read the novel and understand the ending -- the "sissy" boy cleverly murders the butch closet case and would-be molester -- they may still feel cheated by the film's mediocrity and its essentially reactionary tone. I mean, are these the kind of gay protagonists we need in films in the 21st century? Yes, the allegedly progressive will say that Phil's problem isn't his homosexuality but his repression of and attitude towards same, but you've still got a portrait of a nasty faggot, a bitchy boy-lover, an utter stereotype despite his machismo, who gets murdered. How "progressive" is that? It's as if Savage and Campion were saying that even masculine gay men are nothing but big bitches who go after boys and apparently despise women. Why has the so-called liberal establishment in Hollywood embraced this film? (Do I have to ask? Being homosexual is still considered a negative.) 

One final note: my dear friend Larry Quirk was in Thomas Savage's writing class at Suffolk university. Larry told me that he handed in a story of a boy with an unrequited crush on another boy who hopes that they can consummate their relationship. Savage read the story and told Larry he would have preferred to see the protagonist triumphing over his "affliction" -- his homosexuality. Trying to do just that in real life, Savage got married and stayed in the closet, seeing men in secret, for decades. Writers like Savage can only see gay men through their very limited and self-hating perspective, which means that I don't find their work very relevant in this day and age. And I wish no one else did either. People can read and study books like this for their historical value, of course, but making major Hollywood movies out of them is another matter. 

Verdict: Impressive cinematography, some good acting, little else. **. 

4 comments:

angelman66 said...

Looked dull to me so I skipped it. Glad I did. Thanks for the confirmation, Bill!
-Chris

William said...

You are very welcome! You'd be surprised how many people found this picture a snoozer besides all of its other flaws!

Anonymous said...

I agree with your analysis of the film Bill. Thanks for revealing the interesting back story.

William said...

You're welcome! Thank you for your comment!