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If you're like most people, you probably expect Human Nature, the new movie by Charlie Kaufman, the writer behind the bizarre and beautiful Being John Malkovich to be something of a letdown. Well, you're right.
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Which is not to say the film is badly made. Human Nature, the plot of which (woman covered in body hair meets sheltered, repressed scientist who tries to civilize feral man) should be well known to anyone who's seen the trailer, betrays no lack of effort. The production team does a top-notch job of giving the film's sets, costumes, and camera work a strong late-70's feel, and the visual effect is something like watching an episode of McMillan and Wife on your Grandma's Zenith.
Kaufman throws everything that isn't welded to something else very, very heavy, into the script, including a musical number, a lot of broad slapstick, and one of those surprise endings everyone's so big about (he even - to his tremendous credit - passes up on the fart and doo-doo jokes). Still, the overall feel is a bit underwhelming, as if Kaufman's heart wasn't in this project, or he was so immersed in whatever unique personal vision was guiding his writing he didn't bother trying to communicate it to the audience. Human Nature seems to be an extended meditation on self, the ways in which we obfuscate our supposedly "true" selves in order to be loved/desired/accepted by others, and the funny way in which said obfuscation can make us question exactly who we were in the first place. To put it another way, if I "try to "be someone I'm not", which is the authentic "me", the original, unchanged me, the me-who-I-am-not-but-who-I'm-trying-to-be, or the me who desires to be that someone else? An interesting question that is effectively introduced in the film through the actions of the four main characters. Unfortunately, the tone of the movie is so uneven that one gets the sense the film makers are just fucking around with this question, rather than trying to confront it in an thoughtful, clever, or humorous manner. It's as if a group of mountaineers, confronted with some huge, forbidding, and awesome peak, rather than attempting to scale the beast, content themselves with bunjee-jumping off one of the precipices. It does not help matters that many of the Human Nature's jokes fall flat - the film's biggest laughs come from an extended man-trying-to-hump-slide-projector-screen bit of physical comedy that's straight out of the Jim Carrey fakebook. Still, for all my reservations, I still think Human Nature is well worth checking out (I'll overlook a lot of faults for an artist with a unique personal vision). It also raises a question I have been meaning to broach with the thoughtful and observant readers of the mighty AQ. Namely: what is it about hair that grosses us out so much? Why do we expend so much time, money, and effort to banish it from every bit of our bodies but our heads? Is it because of its animalistic connotations, or because it tickles when you're trying to nuzzle yr sweetie's privates? Or is it because it's a fire hazard? Speaking as a man with a bit of a monobrow myself, I have a personal interest in getting to the bottom of this matter. Any thoughts on why our society is so follicophbic would be greatly appreciated. |