Movie Review
Ray


2004

Director: Taylor Hackford
Cast: Jamie Foxx, Regina King
B-


he easiest way to score an Oscar nomination is by portraying someone who is mentally impaired. The second-easiest way is to star in a semi-biographical film, a thinly veiled vanity project that generally is of more service to an actor than to his or her subject.

Such is the case with Ray, the Ray Charles biopic, which will get Jamie Foxx nominated for a truckload of awards he certainly deserves. Foxx is so invested in his portrayal of Charles, so immersed in the mythic persona, that in fleeting moments we forget weíre watching an actor. Thatís as great a feat as any performer can hope to accomplish, but Foxx, however brilliant he is, is unable to transcend the proficient, but unremarkable, film that surrounds him.


"Um, no, I really don't think it would be a good idea to let you drive..."


This is less a criticism of Ray specifically than of an entertaining but largely inconsequential genre. Without exception, biopics are memorable for their lead performances and little else. I know Lou Diamond Phillips was pretty good as Richie Valens in La Bamba, but Iíll be damned if I remember anything about the movie. And as good as Oliver Stoneís The Doors is, I recall little about it other than Val Kilmerís performance. Well, give or take a naked Indian.

Thatís because the format panders to the VH1 philosophy that every life story can fit squarely into a designated amount of time, complete with a neatly packaged rise from obscurity, years of innovation and hits, a fall from popularity, a descent into narcotics, yet another rise against drug addiction/racism/disability and a triumphant conclusion. Include obligatory in-studio shots of record producers and engineers looking at each other excitedly, as if to say, ďIíll be damned, weíve got a hit!Ē Repeat as time allows.

Since the amazing story of Ray Charles features the conquering of much adversity ó blindness, poverty, racism, heroin use, personal demons, infidelity, etc. ó Ray is at least a half-hour too long and lacks focus, unable to devote adequate time to each challenge and likewise unable to decide which one deserves the most attention. To compensate, director Taylor Hackford and screenwriter James L. White concentrate on a devastating childhood event, the drowning of Rayís younger brother George, a tragedy Ray probably couldnít have prevented, but is, according to the film, somehow at the root of every obstacle he must face.


"You got the right one, baby, un-hunh..."


It makes for a compelling narrative, but it robs Charles of much of his complexity, and itís simply not accurate. I wonít break it all down here, but read the piece Charles biographer David Fritz recently wrote for Slate on the filmís distortion of reality.

At least no one can question the integrity of the music. The songs performed in Ray are revelatory, and provide a terrific overview for a generation that, outside the context of, say, a Diet Pepsi commercial, probably doesnít sufficiently appreciate Charlesí contributions to popular music. Early on, these musical sequences provide a terrific structural backbone, particularly when Charles controversially combines gospel music with sexual lyrics, doing some thoroughly righteous devilís work. But ultimately these scenes canít elevate Ray past the limitations of genre.

Since Charles was closely involved with Ray until his death this summer, itís easy to overlook many of the filmís weaknesses and just appreciate an icon finally getting some well-deserved recognition. And maybe thatís the lesson: Donít go into a biopic looking to have your mind blown. But as guilt-free holiday entertainment goes, you could do a lot worse than Ray.



By: Troy Reimink
2004-11-12


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Posted 11/24/2004 - 11:42:19 PM by milliard:
 the picture captions are funny as hell
 
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