'Marvin's Room' goes deep into the American psyche

'Marvin's Room' goes deep into the American psyche

By Laksmi Pamuntjak-Djohan

JAKARTA (JP): There's something poignantly telling in the
lyrics of Marvin's Room's theme song:

When the stars grow dim/ and your dreams grow old/ What do you
do when the winter calls/ and flowers fall from the garden walls/
I come home to you/ you come home to me/ my love will be your
remedy/ I'll choose you and you'll choose me/ we'll be two
daughters standing by the edge of the sea.

When much of dysfunctional America is having problems with its
nuclear family, other relatives can barely claim a place in their
lives. Daughters break away from their family, sisters grow
estranged, parents get transported to nursing homes, couples
break up, single working mothers despair over their children,
sons grow up bitter and dying becomes a frightfully lonely
affair.

In 1992, a short while after finishing his play Marvin's Room,
author Scott McPherson died of AIDS. Five years later, in the
elegant movie adaptation of his play, we see a nervous Bessie
(Diane Keaton) waiting to hear Dr. Wally (Robert de Niro) spell
out her fate. Stifling fear, she starts to prattle on about her
sick, geriatric father: "He's been dying for almost 20 years, and
doing it so slowly, so that I don't miss anything."

But there is neither humor nor resentment in those words.
Bessie is crushed, and the anxiety in her voice as she babbles on
about her aunt Ruth is further indication that she has spent all
her life thinking of little else but her family. Any potential
illness that befalls her would seal their fates, too.

Aging certainly brings its own problems, loneliness and
terminal diseases to name just two. Told she has leukemia, Bessie
is no exception. Yet this opening scene, although startling in
its toneless finality, drives the point home as the
transitoriness of life suddenly explodes as well as implodes --
stark, suffocating, but frighteningly real.

No wonder that the way veteran stage-director Jerry Zaks
frames that crucial moment is almost searing in its effect, for
the implications of Bessie's horror is the heart of Marvin's
Room.

Following a quarrel 20 years earlier with her only sister, Lee
(Meryl Streep), Bessie has spent most of her adult life caring
for her bedridden father Marvin (Hume Cronyn) and her senile aunt
Ruth (Gwen Verdon). Lee, who is averse to any form of familial
responsibility, chooses independence, and ends up with a broken
life. Her eldest son, Hank (Leonardo DiCaprio), who has just
burned their house down, would rather hole up in a mental
institution than be anywhere near her.

The two sisters rarely spoke in the 20 years that passed.
They are as estranged as they are strangers to each other.

Yet Bessie has little choice but to ask Lee to come down to
Florida as her chance of survival depends on a bone-marrow
transplant from a family member. Along with her two kids, Hank
and Charlie (Hal Scardino), Lee returns home to a slow and
painful reconciliation with her sister until they both become
daughters once more.

No sentimentalism

Although the subject of terminal illness has long been an
overdramatized staple of melodrama, there is nothing sentimental
or manipulative about Marvin's Room.

For one, this is a character study, not a study about illness.
And then there is Bessie herself -- a woman so positive that
sundered relationships cannot deter her from going about the
business of living unselfishly and uncomplainingly. Unlike
countless "liberated" women who feel that caring for a family
member is equal to relinquishing one's independence, she doesn't
feel bereft of anything ("I have been so lucky to be able to love
someone so much"). Even in her waning days, her carpe diem is
simply to go on doing what she's been doing all her life without
perceiving it as a "sacrifice". Her liberation, indeed, lies in
her enormous capacity to love.

Thankfully, there is no dehumanizing deathbed scene. Instead,
the movie's entire magic lies in Marvin's enchanted smile as
Bessie plays with the mirror by his bed, as if in the scattered
flickers of light he sees Providence at the end of a dark tunnel.

Granted, there are a few quibbles. Okay, so Robert de Niro is
barely there (after all, he gets to produce the movie). But
given the focus on Hank, why have Charlie at all? And then
there's the little-seen Marvin, a trifle odd given that it is his
"room" around which the story is centered.

But shortchanging characters is almost inevitable because the
potential for distraction is tremendous. First, the side issues:
Lee coming to terms with reality, Lee despairing over Hank. Hank
trying to make sense of a family he's never known. Bessie
reaching out to the "son" she never has. Second, there's
Bessie's illness itself. And last but not least, there's Marvin,
a heartrending vision in his incontinence, speaking not words but
sounds only Bessie can comprehend. Still, the movie never strays
from its premise.

Keaton delivers

As we all know by now, an A-list cast alone doesn't a film
make. DiCaprio's anxieties, for instance, are obvious, making his
Hank a tad artificial. Although he found his fame playing
troubled youths (This Boys' Life), everything he does now will
seem a letdown after his mesmerizing portrayal of Romeo in
William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Likewise with Streep.
Although her versatility is legendary, her bitter and guilt-
ridden Lee simply pales in comparison to Keaton's heartfelt,
delicately nuanced Bessie.

In fact, nothing that Keaton has done throughout her long and
illustrious career approaches the honest enchantment of Bessie.
Imbued with none of Keaton's ditziness of yesteryear, Bessie is
pure and beautiful even in her vulnerability (after she faints in
Disneyland, she cries to Lee, "I was afraid to close my eyes,
afraid that I won't wake up").

Predictability aside, Marvin's Room is another graceful and
uplifting triumph by Miramax, and one that burrows right into the
core of the American psyche.