Review #1532: One Hour Photo.
Cast:
Robin Williams (Seymour "Sy" Parrish), Michael Vartan (Will Yorkin), Connie Nielsen (Nina Yorkin), Gary Cole (Bill Owens, Manager), Eriq La Salle (Det. James Van Der Zee), Clark Gregg (Det. Paul Outerbridge), Paul H. Kim (Yoshi Araki), Erin Daniels (Maya Burson), and Dylan Smith (Jake Yorkin) Written and Directed by Mark Romanek.
Review:
"I don't know how much value I have in this universe, but I do know that I've made a few people happier than they would have been without me, and as long as I know that, I'm as rich as I ever need to be."
It's easy to peg someone as just a comedian if you only focus on the laughs. Robin Williams is likely one of the most talented comedians to ever try his hand at both comedies and dramas that ever lived. He attended various schools of study in a path to becoming involved with acting (dropping out of studying political science at Claremont Men's College to study theatre at the College of Marin) that led to study at the prominent Julliard School starting in 1973. He worked through various odd jobs before deciding to do stand-up comedy in 1976, which he would perform on a consistent basis over the following decades, even while finding prominence with Mork and Mindy (1978-1982) and Popeye (1980). He was known for both comedic and dramatic successes such as The World According to Garp (1982), Dead Poets Society (1989), and Good Will Hunting (1997) that surely proved a perfect fit for this film (strangely enough, Jack Nicholson was initially thought of for the lead role, although he turned it down). This was the second work of Romanek, who had studied cinema and photography at Ithaca College before making his first feature with Static (1985), which he later disowned. In the years that followed, he decided to take on doing music videos, directing his first one for the group The The in 1986. He became better known for his videos for music groups such as Nine Inch Nails and Janet Jackson (his video for Johnny Cash's cover of "Hurt" is however is easily the most memorable).
It's easy to look back and think about the differences time can make for a psychological thriller like this. Sure, maybe people don't exactly go out to their big-box store and have photos processed by someone in a booth anymore, but there is definitely an appeal and interest about the very idea of having someone get a glimpse into a person's life through what they process in a photo. Think about the photos you take with others or have taken of yourself and think back to the memories associated with those snapshots and wonder about how someone might perceive them differently that may verge into devotion, considering that the main character not only knows the habits of certain customers that come in regularly (like ones who like to photograph cats) but also just happens to know where you live too. It is a film that views upon a not-so-quite ordinary man with a life empty enough for one to nearly forget about in the background, which most definitely taps into the emptiness of one's soul that arises from chasing memories to worship without having anything for yourself. What can it take for one to turn from voyeur to vigilante? As it turns out, sometimes the truth really does hurt when it comes to facing reality, and it generally does work out in building small-scale chills with a distinct look and one great performance by Williams to make an adequate thriller worth checking out. If there was no Williams, it wouldn't really be anything great, particularly if it was an actor that couldn't live up to basically having to disappear in a role like a chameleon. He has a mannered patience here that captures awkwardness and solitude with quality quiet makeup and instinct that generally helps in keeping a balance between would-be object of pity or something darker without needing to be wrapped in either classification too easily. Vartan and Nielsen don't really have much to do, but they do play fine to essentially paper chemistry that also share interesting moments when paired with Williams in art of the awkward glance. Cole and La Salle make adequate authority figures for a feature that seems to emphasize perception and cold loneliness more than anything, complete with carefully picked color palates (where Williams seems to blend into the background at times, and the bright lighting for the SavMart sequences are especially apparent in that effect). It is a modest movie, with only one real quibble that I had, which mainly involves having the film begin with him being photographed for booking - regardless of how much is there to predicted with ease or not, it really didn't need to be told to us like this to really set up the film on a chilly path. The ending however does fine with sticking out the lasting decisions that can be made by someone filled with calmly-smiled desperation in the part intended for a soul that perhaps leads one to think a little closer about just who is that person who knows about details from the photos you take. It was a modest hit at the time with audiences by making back its $12 million budget four times over, and it is pretty easy for me to see why. With a fairly interesting premise built on introspection and chills beside the usual resort of blood (except for perhaps one shot, which I love) or excessive twists to go with a solidly subtle Williams, One Hour Photo is a neat little gem worth checking out for the small scares that come from what you see in and outside the picture.
Overall, I give it 8 out of 10 stars.
