Friday, June 23, 2006

The King (**1/2)


Characters whose motivations are opaque undermine a provocative film about a Navy vet who goes searching for his biological father but winds up sleeping with his underage half-sister.

The charismatic Gael García Bernal has, by starring in four popular Spanish-language films (Y Tu Mamá También, The Motorcycle Diaries, Amores Perros, and El Crimen del Padre Amaro), became about as well known a star as you can become in this country without speaking English. But he does speak English, and pretty well, in James Marsh’s The King. Saddled with that most iconic of norteamericano names, Elvis, he plays a Navy veteran who goes right to Corpus Christi upon his discharge, and, pausing only to engage the services of a hooker, a used-auto dealer, and a motel clerk, heads over to see his dad (William Hurt), the popular pastor of a modern yet conservative local church. The product of the pastor’s pre-Christian youth, Elvis has never met his dad. However, given a cool reception from the pastor, he instead immediately focuses his attention on his sixteen-year-old half sister (Pell James), who doesn’t know who he is.

Marsh is a documentary filmmaker whose credits include something called The Burger & the King: The Life and Death of Elvis Presley, and nothing else really explains why his main character is called Elvis and the movie titled as it is. There’s a lot unexplained here, in a movie almost entirely without subtext. We know almost nothing of Elvis’s past. Why is he so instantly smitten with his relative, who is underage and not beautiful? She seems even more of a blank slate. If she has a rebellious streak, it’s not apparent. What, besides his obvious good looks, makes her willing to start a relationship she must hide? The viewer may form ideas about these questions, but I believe they will be mere guesses. The King held my curiosity as any movie with a secret (and not just the one I’ve identified) at the center is apt to do. The way the family (including the pastor’s wife and son) reacts to the stranger is surprising. I thought from the early scenes that the family’s seemingly simple religiosity would be the target of satire. But in fact only Hurt’s supporting character takes on any sort of complexity. He’s the only one you feel like you understand more at the end of the movie than the beginning.

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