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'Smoke Signals' Is A Refreshingly Un-Hollywood Production.
By Stacey Richter
WITH ALL THE potential independently produced films have
for telling the kinds of stories that are rarely heard in Hollywood
(where the sound of monsters, guns and exploding planets tends
to drown out the good dialogue), it's sometimes frustrating to
find that so many independent films end up chronicling messy love
relationships. So it's refreshing to find an original film like
Smoke Signals, a quirky, inventive, road movie that bills
itself as the first feature film written and directed by Native
Americans.
Smoke Signals deals with themes of community, forgiveness,
and identity in an ambitious, funny, and mostly successful way.
Two friends, Victor (Adam Beach) and Thomas (Evan Adams) live
on the Coeur d'Alene Indian Reservation and have known each other
all their lives. Thomas lost his parents during a fire and Victor's
dad, a well-meaning but deeply flawed guy, ends up inadvertently
saving their infant son. The story flashes between this fiery
origin story, a few boyhood vignettes, and a road trip Victor
and Thomas take to Phoenix to pick up the ashes of Victor's father,
who'd abandoned his family many years earlier.
This technique of zipping around in time may not be the most
elegant way to construct a film, but the story that the film tells
is complex and fascinating. The boyhood scenes of Victor and his
father Arnold show a man who loves his son dearly but who is also
clearly possessed by his own demons. One minute Arnold is happily
telling stories to his son, taking pulls off his beer as they
drive home; the next he's slapping the kid's head for knocking
over a bottle. Victor responds by alternately showing love and
rage for his magnetic, violent father.
By contrast, Thomas is growing up in a household calmly headed
by his sweet grandmother.
Poet and fiction writer Sherman Alexie wrote the screenplay for
Smoke Signals (based on stories from his collection The
Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven), and you can hear
the lilt of the poet in the dialogue. Characters in this movie
have a tendency to burst into long, lyrical speeches that sound
like poetry readings. This is a little distracting. Alexie puts
his talents to better use when Thomas, an idiosyncratic young
fellow in a Victorian-style suit and eighties eyeglasses, breaks
into one of his many elaborate stories. He closes his eyes and,
in vivid language, tells wildly embellished tales of his and Victor's
youth. Not many films could sustain such an uncinematic device,
but thanks to lively writing, in Smoke Signals it adds
depth. As one of Thomas' listeners says, "Nice use of the
oral tradition."
It's refreshing and a little disarming to see a film made from
a script that doesn't follow the many established screenplay conventions.
Even independent films usually have three acts, a climax near
the end, and then a resolution. But Smoke Signals doesn't
really build in this way. Subplots arise and then disappear quickly;
conflicts arise out of nowhere and are quickly dispatched; weird
little plot holes open up and close again. In some ways, this
accounts for both the strengths and the weaknesses of this film.
At times the tension between the buddies Victor and Thomas seemed
overdramatic and forced. There's a completely hokey car accident
vaguely precipitated by an argument that provides a hollow-feeling
climax to the story, for example.
But at other times, this freedom from conventional form makes
Smoke Signals especially powerful. The characters are allowed
to linger on ideas that seem genuinely important to them: This
isn't one of those movies where every little incident somehow
ends up figuring into the plot. There's room for beautiful, disturbing
scenes to fuel themselves, like the initial sequence of the burning
house, or the final shot of white-water rapids, accompanied by
a voice-over of Thomas musing on the meaning of forgiveness. It's
a strange way to end a movie, but thanks to the wonderful writing,
it's also quite powerful.
Things falter in Smoke Signals when it tries too hard
to be like other movies. There's a little too much magic realism
by way of Northern Exposure for my taste, and at times
it seems that the friendship between Victor and Thomas is destined
to go the way of the buddy movie. Really, must they be polar opposites?
Must they hate each other for most of the movie only to affirm
their love and connection at the end? Must Victor give Thomas
a makeover? Maybe the answer is yes; maybe there still needs to
be a little reused Hollywood stardust even in the most adventurous
independent film. Hopefully by the time Alexie and director Chris
Eyre make another film together, it won't be necessary.
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