Freedomland
has its heart in the right place, but it has trouble expressing
itself, stumbling about trying to cover several bases. It's
a tapestry of clashing colors, where the parts don't align
with one another -- part cop drama, part race drama, part
women-who-need-healing drama, all over the place. By the
time the film is over, everything and nothing has been
said.
The
story and characters “Freedomland sets
up are ambitious by design, but also unwieldy. Taking place
in a poor developmental area in New Jersey, it begins with
Brenda Martin (Julianna Moore) wandering shellshocked into
a hospital. She eventually tells detective Lorenzo Council
(Samuel L. Jackson) that she was carjacked, with her 4-year-old
son inside the vehicle, by a black man. Before Lorenzo can
make a move, Brenda's brother Danny (Ron Eldard), also a
detective but of the neighboring town, jumps the gun and
organizes a police blockade that cordons off the Armstrong
housing projects, trapping its black residents within.
The
movie then bounds around the several threads here, whipping
up hysteria along the way, although not to much effect.
The police blockade creates an instantaneous riot potential
situation, with the officers in riot gear on one side and
an angry mob on the other, upset that such drastic measures
are taken to locate and rescue one white child. Lorenzo
wants to work quickly to keep things from getting uglier,
but Brenda, who isn't telling the whole story, is largely
uncooperative, becoming the kind of frustrating character
who basically pulls the plot along by slowly revealing information
unknown to everyone else. Meanwhile, Edie Falco shows
up as Karen, the leader of a group of mothers who take it
upon themselves to search for missing children.
Everything
feels overwrought -- the mob vs. police, Brenda's melodramatically
wounded woman, her bug-eyed hot-tempered brother -- all
there to create an effect for the sake of effect, with little
going on behind it. The movie wishes to communicate anxiety,
but because the events lack a deeper dimension and fall
back on recycled imagery (from the mob scenes) and character
types (not only Brenda and her brother but also the residents
of Armstrong and the policemen) the only sensation it creates
is bemused numbness. The visual tactics even seem desperate
in certain parts -- the early scene when Brenda says "My
son was in the car!" leads to a weird part where Lorenzo
hyperventilates as he tries to get more information from
her, whirling back and forth, whipping out his inhaler,
and shoving out people who try to come into the room.
Moore
seems to be particularly victimized by this drum-up strategy.
She's an actress of great skill and I consider myself one
of her admirers, but in “Freedomland she
gives the worst performance I've seen from her. I hate saying
that, but I'm also not sure if the character could've been
saved -- Brenda is the person on whom the plot hinges, but
she operates with histrionics (speaking of recycled character
types, the histrionic woman is one I always hope will be
put to rest). Worse yet, she takes the major part in a late
scene that brings the movie to a dead halt. It's a
scene in which a speech seems to take forever and reveals a
whole story going on behind the story we've been seeing,
one which we haven't been clued into at all during all the
scenes of angry residents, police procedures, and the operations
of the search-and-rescue team.
That
rescue mission, led by Falco's character, is given some
kind of conspicuously singled-out relevance as heroic music
swells up during their initial foray into an abandoned park.
At that point, “Freedomland seems to say this
is where its true center lies -- this thread about pain
and healing, and the good efforts of good people -- and
one of the ending scenes appears to reiterate this. While
serving to show how decent its intentions were, it
also highlights the awkwardness of the whole vehicle, juxtaposing
these rather disparate scenarios – racial tension-driven
anger and the mending of personal wounds -- in a surface-glossing
manner, more a display than an exploration.
As
much as his character tries to hold the community together,
Jackson, with his levelheaded and reined-in performance,
tries his best to hold the whole movie together, giving
it at least one reliable emotional anchor. However, by the
home stretch the viewers might feel as weary as the put-upon
Lorenzo, who subscribes to a philosophy of inevitability,
waiting for the events to play out to their conclusion and
be done with it.
Well
when it comes to Freedomland, Moore should have been less.
Julianne
Moore and Samuel L Jackson star in the thriller, “Freedomland”
which opens with Moore stumbling into a hospital with blood
soaked hands and utterly hysterical.
The
emergency staff tends to the woman as Jackson takes her
statement. It turns out she has been in a carjacking and
it turned violent. The woman seems to be hiding something
and why would she be driving in the wrong part of town so
late at night. The more the officer grills her the more
she freaks. Until she reveals that her young son was still
in the back seat after the carjacking.
The
film follows the search for the missing child.
“Freedomland”
is a film that should be full of such raw emotion and amazing
performances. Jackson and Moore are both at the top of their
game. The script was adapted by acclaimed novelist Richard
Price who wrote the book. The film was also directed by
Joe Roth who directed the critically acclaimed 1986 film,
“Streets of Gold”.
So what
went wrong?
Well
first off, a lot of the blame lies with Roth who doesn’t
have a flair for directing dark grisly overly emotional
films. His last film was the disastrous “Christmas
with the Kranks”. I guess he can’t do comedy
either.
The
man has directed six films in twenty years and has had a
huge success as a producer. He has tried a couple different
kinds of films but none have really screamed definitive.
Personally I liked his debut film “Streets of Gold”
and his 1990 film “Coupe De Ville”.
You
can see blatantly where Roth struggled with character development,
emotion and plot devices in “Freedomland”. Roth’s
direction is sloppy and all over the place as it never knows
how to photograph a scene. You can also see Roth was never
sure what angle to play with the Moore character and the
Jackson character. It is such a ridiculous treatment of
two deep, detailed characters it’s a shame that someone
with more panache didn’t find this project.
Jackson
and Moore are put through the emotional ringer in this flick
and they spend 90% of it screaming at the top of their lungs
and over-acting till they pass out. Moore is especially
a wreck. She is so hard to watch it makes want to scream
at the screen, “For the love of God, someone slap
that woman!” It’s embarrassing to see such great
talent so awful.
On a
side note, could someone tell Julianne’s agent to
find her a nice happy friendly film or an ensemble dramedy
where she isn’t running around like a crazy woman
in search of someone who’s done something nasty to
her kid.
I liked
the story but I felt that it should have been a lot better
executed so much better. I really love each of the leads
but here I don’t know what to think of them.
Also
another part of the film that really confused me was the
whole race issue and the racial tensions exploding between
cops and a pre-dominantly black neighborhood. I am not sure
if this whole angle was needed or if it fit with the film.
The case was interesting enough. If it was an intricate
part of the novel then it just felt wrong in the context
of the film. It’s never fully fleshed out and the
case and the racial tensions never really gel.
“Freedomland”
has all the right things going for it and it’s the
perfect film on paper. But it is just plain painful to watch.