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PARK CITY 2001 REVIEW: Heavy Traffic; Cuesta's Truthful Coming-of-Ager "L.I.E."

PARK CITY 2001 REVIEW: Heavy Traffic;
Cuesta's Truthful Coming-of-Ager "L.I.E."

Andy Bailey



(indieWIRE/01.23.01) -- If Michael Cuesta's assured Dramatic Competition entry "L.I.E." exudes an especially vivid sense of place, it's because the director himself
came of age off Exit 51, in one of the deceptively leafy arterial suburbs bordering the Long Island Expressway that makes for one of America's more notorious middle-class sprawls. Cuesta blurted out the off ramp number of his childhood during a Q&A session following Sunday's screening of the film, prompting fellow Long Islanders in the audience
to shout back their own.


Such is the dreamy, magnetic pull of the "L.I.E.," which in Cuesta's brave
filmmaking debut becomes less a badge of pride or nostalgia than a
living, breathing malevolent entity that sucks the life force out of
15-year-old Howie Blitzer's once idyllic suburban childhood. Teetering
on the railing of a freeway overpass in the opening scene, the
not-quite-formed Howie (Paul Franklin Dano) recounts how the busy
thoroughfare claimed the lives of pop singer Harry Nilsson, film
director Alan Pakula and even his own mother, in a deadly car accident
the previous year. Unsupervised and heavy with longing, Howie robs
houses with his marauding chums while his vain contractor father Marty
(Bruce Altman) spirals into corruption, promiscuity and rage; he's a
smug, white-collar Joey Buttafuoco who likes to do it doggy style with
his gym-toned girlfriend in open windows for all to see.


Howie's cocky best friend Gary (Billy Kay), a pierced and tattooed pin-up
type from the sticks, secretly swaps sex for cash with neighborhood pedophile
Big John (Brian Cox), a sixtyish former Marine who leads a decent family
life on the surface but actively prowls the rest stops off the "L.I.E." for sexual
contact with adolescent boys, peddling himself as "the best cocksucker in the
whole Western hemisphere." Howie gets lured into Big John's seedy web after he
and Gary steal weapons from the old man's basement; Gary fences one of the guns,
steals Marty's stash of embezzled cash and splits for California after promising
Howie they'd escape Long Island together. There's a mild homoerotic subtext to
Gary and Howie's friendship that keeps you guessing in all the right moments.


Left to answer for Gary's misdeeds, Big John offers immunity in exchange
for sexual favors -- something Howie refuses but later reconsiders after
his life takes another dismal turn. When his father is whisked off to
Federal prison for embezzlement, Howie turns to Big John for the
paternal attention he can't get through obvious channels -- something
the old man offers without recompense, sparking an ambiguous friendship
that's one of the film's many off-kilter surprises.


What could have been the standard hysterical depiction of a depraved
chicken hawk running amok in the 'burbs becomes in the hands of Cuesta a triumph
of audacious, astutely wrought character development. We're enticed into
viewing Big John as vaguely sympathetic despite his lurid taste in lanky
Long Island boys. There's a delicate moment when Howie, in the throes of
loneliness, sprinkles kisses on the older man's faded Marine Corps
tattoos. Later, John retreats to the solemnity of his living room where
he croons a mournful version of "Danny Boy" at the piano, looking like
some fallen saint on a pedestal. A pedophile with a conscience? Yeah,
and it works to devastating effect.


As much as "L.I.E." lays on the teen nihilism, it skirts exploitation and
over-excess, opting for a quiet ambiguity that lingers at the margins of
the story and emerging when you least expect it. The low-budget drama mines
the same terrain as "Over the Edge," Jonathan Kaplan's underrated
1979 classic of suburban adolescent ennui, only it never feels like a Cheap
Trick
song writ large. And its muted "look closer" message is delivered with
an elegant restraint that's drowned out by freeway noise and the narcotic
sprawl of tract homes in the distance.


Shot in a confident, dreamy style alternating between dumpy oil-stained
parking lots and sleek, white-tiled middle class homes, "L.I.E." careens
from the grotty to the antiseptic often within the same scene, capturing
the wide swathe of the suburban lie and its often deceptive
possibilities. Big John's dark, brown-and-gold hued ranch home is so
thick with distaste you can almost smell the fetid shag carpet. It's a
gothic lair to rank up there with Miss Havisham's, the polar opposite of
the Blitzer's hollow dream home of clean lines, empty spaces and perfect
feng shui.


Thanks to a thoughtful, nuanced script by Stephen M. Ryder, Michael
Cuesta and Gerald Cuesta, and a stand-out performance by Dano, the
unshaped kid who finds structure in the most alarming of places,
"L.I.E." hovers above the pack of traditional youth-gone-wrong coming of
agers. It will probably find both fans and foes in its awkward journey
toward distribution, but movies that tell the truth rarely have an easy
coming-of-age themselves.

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