Movie Review
Garden State


2004

Director: Zach Braff
Cast: Zach Braff, Natalie Portman, Peter Sarsgaard
A-


lmost everyone appears to be on one psychiatric medication or another these days. Turn on your television and youíre hard-pressed to get through a single program without being confronted with a million brightly-lit, gauzy spots advertising Wellbutrin, Paxil, Zoloft, Celexa, Elavil, whatever. A husband pushes his wife on a swing, smiling. A woman runs through a meadow trailing a balloon bouquet, smiling. An amorphous cartoon blob, frowning at a ladybug, though we are assured he once took enormous pleasure in the time-honored art of ladybugging, pops a pill and suddenly finds his joy in ladybugs miraculously restored and bounces after one, smiling.

With all of these men, women and amorphous cartoon blobs smiling, itís enough to make any one of the remaining 30 or so people in the world who arenít medicated feel like weíre missing something. After all, I hate my dead end job. I spend demoralizing hours every day looking for a new one that I will also inevitably grow to hate. I often find myself in a cold sweat over financial concerns. I canít seem to get to or from the Laundromat or the supermarket without freaking out a little because the sidewalks in this city are jammed with slow walkers who donít give an inch and panhandlers who take a mile. There donít seem to be enough hours in every day to get everything I need to done so that I can enjoy some simple pleasure for five minutes before I have go to bed, wake up and do it all over again, more tired than I was the day before. And, damn it, on my worst days, I feel like a cartoon blob that canít appreciate ladybugs anymore, too.

But I recognize that there are a lot of people out there who feel the same way. This is the human condition. This is reality. And while the idea of a pill to blunt reality sounds appealing sometimes, a prescription isnít the answer for everyone. Iíd rather feel every burning second of the desire to throw elbows in an overcrowded movie theater as acutely as the joy I find in that first Friday cocktail with friends at the local dive. It seems a fair trade. Iíll take the ups and downs of life over comfortably numb any day.


Return of the Magic Eye


And numb is a pretty apt description of how we find Andrew ďLargeĒ Largeman (Zach Braff) at the beginning of Garden State. Living anything but large in L.A. as a marginally successful TV actor, Large spends his days in a lithium-induced stupor waiting tables at a Vietnamese theme restaurant and not getting any new acting gigs. When a ritually screened call comes in from his estranged psychologist father (Ian Holm) informing him that Largeís mother has died, Large leaves his pharmacopia in Los Angeles and returns home to New Jersey to confront family skeletons, less successful townie friends, and his previously unfelt emotions, all without a chemical net.

At his motherís funeral, which is unexpectedly hilarious, Large hooks up with two of those townie friends, Mark (Peter Sarsgaard) and Dave (Alex Burns) who are working there as gravediggers. The two welcome Large back into the fold more warmly than his icy father does, and seem to serve as a more true family than the family he has come home to. When brief, intense headaches begin plaguing Large, no doubt some kind of lithium fallout, which he has been on since the age of ten, he visits a neurologist. There he meets cute, quirky, compulsive-liar Sam (Natalie Portman) in the waiting room, who introduces him to the music of the Shins and the trick to getting a dog to stop humping your leg.

As their friendship grows, it becomes clear that sheís introducing Large to a lot moreĺ mainly, his rich but until now, untapped emotional life. While Large confronted the reality of his motherís death with a poker face and the inability to feel sad about it, the very admission that he was home to attend his motherís funeral was enough to make the exquisitely sensitive Samantha cry. But is Large prepared to face so much emotion at once after his long, lithium-laced coma, even with such an adorable little screwball as his guide? Looks like youíll have to see Garden State for yourself to find out.

I mean really, see this movie! Garden State is probably the most impressive writer/director debut to fall from the celluloid heavens since Richard Kellyís Donnie Darko. Anyone who knows me knows what a huge compliment that is, and itís certainly not something I expected find myself saying less than ten years after the release of Donnie Darko. Itís near to Darko in that it has a killer soundtrack, a wicked sense of humor, moments of sublime stillness and depth, and an absolutely stellar cast. It also has a similar ending in that it invites debate, discussion and a million speculated revisions. Unlike Darko, however, it has the writer/director playing the lead, and while Braff does a phenomenal job at that too, he has his work cut out for him, constantly wrestling the scenes back from Portman and Sarsgaard.


Andrew smiles as he realizes he's snagged the one girl in New Jersey who does not own a Bon Jovi jean jacket...


Honestly, I donít know which of the two I loved more. Sarsgaardís lovable loser and Portmanís sweet, unfiltered loon are both unforgettable and completely real. You have no trouble believing that some versions of these characters exist in the world, and maybe they remind you of people you know. Okay, so maybe I can pick a favorite, but thatís only because I loved Peter Sarsgaard in another film, The Salton Sea, so damn much. He has a gift. He makes being a fuck-up look absolutely essential. He reminds us that the only people we can truly rely on in our darkest moments are the most seemingly unreliable. It takes real skill to make aiming low look so righteous, and for that I salute him.

If there are any flaws to be found in Garden State, it is only that it suffers from its own earnestness. Once or twice I found some of the dialogue and symbolism a bit unsubtle, and at times it feels like a collection of great scenes and words strung together without much thought to the sturdiness of the finished product. Itís almost as if Braff didnít believe heíd ever make another movie after this, and tried to cram every great idea he ever had into one film in case he didnít. Well, I certainly hope he saved something for later because heís exactly the kind of guy you want to see make more movies. Heís a little bit Richard Kelly, a little bit Wes Anderson, a little bit Charlie Kaufman and a little bit something I donít think weíve seen before.

Garden State, despite its enlarged heart, or maybe because of it, is an outstanding success. There are enough bold, vivid visuals, bittersweet twists, and achingly funny moments to more than excuse Braffís youthful exuberance. The whole time I was watching it I was thinking of how I couldnít wait to get it on DVD for a million reasons. So my parents, both of whom are big Scrubs fans, could see it. So I could see all of the deleted and alternate scenes, of which there must be at least a few. So I could hear the commentary track, but most of all so I could hear the dialogue that followed some of those comedic gems. The theater was in such an uproar after each one that you couldnít hear anything that came immediately after. Considering the subject matter of the film and everything Large has to face up to, Garden State might have ended up dour, depressing and pretentious in the hands of a lesser director, but Braff has an obvious gift for comedy, and Garden State is rich with humor.

In case itís not painfully obvious by now, Garden State comes highly recommended. Itís a career making debut film for Zach Braff, one that has surely secured him a future in any direction he chooses to go from here. And as far as little indies go, Garden State is impressivelyÖwellÖlarge.



By: Jen Cameron
2004-08-13


Comments
Log In to Post Comments
Posted 08/13/2004 - 12:20:21 PM by Cletus:
 I liked this movie a lot, particuarly the first half. But I thought it became so maudlin and sentimental at the end that Braff squandered a lot of his thematic momentum. He lost focus, and that's death to any good film. Sins of a first-timer, i suppose. Still, he's a major talent, and I can't wait to see what he comes up with next.
 
Posted 09/07/2004 - 02:32:23 PM by nora_walden:
 I guess I enjoyed this film, but more than anything it angered me. Everything: its weak, pandering references to The Graduate, its unctious attempt to shill in a hip emo playlist at inappropriate moments (I thought I was watching Shins: The Movie for the first three tracks of the film), its noted lack of focus and go-for-broke ending that the emotional development (or lack thereof; all we get are retrospective Braff headshots) never precipitated. Even the 'good' things about this film pissed me off. Yes, the songs in the film themselves were good songs but bad choices; they threw understatement right out the window. Yes, the film had funny parts too; I laughed aloud. Garden State cracks zingers like a boyfriend trying to get out of hot water with his girl and gloss over the inherent weaknesses in the structure. We laugh, but somewhere beneath there's loose ends being ignored. Finally, the golden, reticulated photography charms until one realizes that it's all part of this too-artificial pastiche that Braff has assembled, ironically, in an attempt to portray the story of a man discovering the innocent and organic pleasure of being alive.
 
Posted 10/01/2004 - 02:21:10 PM by Humbaba:
 A good review, but the intro about psychiatric medications is bogus. There are millions of Americans whose mental health is a far cry from simply being subject to "human nature" and the grind of day-to-day work, and those "pills" are often effective treatments for depression and anxiety.
 
Posted 10/22/2004 - 10:34:42 AM by Ramsay:
 Yeah, it did shift from being hilarious, sweet, and clever, all at once, to just being sentimental at the end, but you have to remember it's a love story--love story's are sentimental. If the focus was on Largeman's search for feeling and actual life, and that his source was the girl, then no, it didn't lose focus at all. What it lost was the widespread appeal it had at the beginning ("they drew dick's and stuff all over his chest ha ha ha... but now she's crying because she loves him--what the hell? this movie sucks!"). Either way, it's a great movie, as most seem to agree.
 
all content copyright 2004 stylusmagazine.com