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Review by Harvey Karten
3 stars out of 4
Remember that line in Danny Boyle's "Trainspotting," the one
that has one junkie give his view about drugs in general..."Think of
the best orgasm you ever had and multiply that by 1000 and you'll
get an idea of what heroin feels like." That may say something
about the speaker's sex life but on the other hand could give
conservatives across the ocean in the U.S. the idea that
"Trainspotting" condones the use of hard drugs. A guy like
William Bennett or Michael Medved might look at "Spun" in the
same way: showing a group of druggies who look as though they
came out of the seventies appearing to have a great ol' time while
high on methamphetamine, going without sleep for three or four
days (that is, "spun"). Ultimately, though, I think Jonas Akerlund
wants us to feel sorry for these lads and lasses and, even more,
get to like them in spite of their slacker (and worse) ways. If you
can feel affection for one young man who ties a stripper to his
bed, gags her and puts tape over her eyes and leaves her like that
for three days, then director Akerlund has pulled off what he
probably hopes to have done: to have us condemn the use of
these vile substances while at the same time separating the doers
from the deeds.
Akerlund, whose experience before making this first feature film
has been in music videos, uses his background throughout,
particularly in the many surreal sequences and in one gem of an
animated scene that could have come out of Tom Tykwer's "Run
Lola Run." He resorts freely to expressionistic views with which
we're familiar from Darren Aronofsky's more disciplined and refined
"Requiem for a Dream." Based in part on an actual adventure by
scripter Will De Los Santos, the film centers on Santos's alter
ego, Ross (Jason Schwartzman), a short, sometimes awkward
guy who looks to score a stash and winds up in the proverbial
roller-coaster ride of an adventure. Had he been able to get his
amphetamine from his regualr dealer, we'd have no story. Instead,
dealer Spider Mike (John Leguizamo), whose crib houses a bevy
of the zonked out, including stripper Nikki (Brittany Murphy), his
girl friend, Cookie (Mena Suvari) and a vid-game, pimply freak,
Frisbee (Patrick Fugit), has lost his stash. In return for free dope
Ross agrees to chauffeur Cook (the aptly named Mickey Rourke)
on some rounds as Cook digs up ingredients to prepare his
crystal.
Road-tripping about, Ross and Cook run into a bunch of John
Waters-like characters, none of whom could be called normal,
including a couple of weird Latina clerks in a convenience store, a
queen (Eric Roberts), a couple of cops out to pin the drug rap on
the paranoid Spider Mike (Peter Stormare, Alexis Arquette) and
assorted lesbians, a bully and the one normal person in the
movie, Ross's former girl friend Amy (Charlotte Ayana).
The downside of the venture is its repetitiveness. Akerlund
cannot compensate adequately by his assortment of MTV-like
animations and surreal visions. Though "Spun" could not be
called a narrative but is more of a one-damned-thing-after-another,
the movie scores for originality, the zest of the performers, and a
nose-thumb at Puritan America, in particular the MPAA who
would undoubtedly slap the Blockbuster-busting NC-17 rating on
the project.
Copyright © 2003 Harvey Karten
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