Clean (2004/I)

User Rating:

6.9/10   

Director:

Olivier Assayas

Writer:

Olivier Assayas (writer)

Release Date:

1 September 2004 (France)

Genre:

Drama | Music

Tagline:

When you don't have a choice, you change.

Plot:

The former successful forty-two years old rock star Lee Hauser is decadent and his friends blame his...

Plot Keywords:

Husband Wife Relationship | Rock Music | Prison | Terminal Illness | Train Ride

Awards:

2 wins & 7 nominations

Cast

Maggie Cheung	...	Emily Wang
Nick Nolte	...	Albrecht Hauser
Béatrice Dalle	...	Elena
Jeanne Balibar	...	Irene Paolini
Don McKellar	...	Vernon
Martha Henry	...	Rosemary Hauser
James Johnston	...	Lee Hauser
James Dennis	...	Jay
Rémi Martin	...	Jean-Pierre
Laetitia Spigarelli	...	Sandrine
Arnaud Churin	...	Store Manager
Man Kit Cheung	...	Restaurant Owner
Kurtys Kidd	...	Detective
Shaun Austin-Olsen	...	Record Label Owner
Jodi Crawford	...	Gloria

MPAA:

Rated R for drug content, language and brief nudity.

Runtime:

111 min | France:110 min | USA:90 min | Argentina:110 min (Buenos Aires Festival Internacional de Cine Independiente)

Country:

Canada | France | UK

Language:

French | English | Cantonese

Color:

Color

Aspect Ratio:

2.35 : 1

Sound Mix:

DTS | Dolby SR

Certification:

Canada:14A (Ontario) | Australia:M | Argentina:16 | Singapore:NC-16 | South Korea:15 | Switzerland:14 (canton of Geneva) | Switzerland:14 (canton of Vaud) | UK:15 | USA:R | Brazil:14

Filming Locations:

Gare du Nord, Paris 10, Paris, France

Company:

Rectangle Productions

Trivia:

Lead actress Maggie Cheung and director Olivier Assayas were already divorced when they made this movie.

Movie Connections:

References Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius (2001)

Soundtrack:

Neon Golden

In the Mood for a Virtuosic Performance

Against a landscape of industrial detritus, autumnal junkyards and chemical cenotaphs, Maggie Chung implodes. She doesn't lose it with decorous resignation, as she did in familiar masterpieces by Wong Kar-Wai and Stanley Kwan. Instead, she insults and jostles her way to the bottom, ditching the reticence that constrained her in nearly every other film she's made.

Seldom heard until now, her clipped British English is underscored at first by breakneck speech-rhythms, cadences en route to a crackup: these telegraph the destructive impatience of her character. A procession of gas stations, wheezing old cars and stained Formica desks follows, terminating in contracts signed with descending water-spray scribbles. The Eno-dependent score draws on _Another Green World_, the visuals, _Paris, Texas_.

Her heroin/death crash gives way to temporary calm, which is jostled into verbal violence again after her character moves to Paris. That setting is where her character seems most natural and believable: berating and brushing away friends in a culture peculiarly disposed to viewing argumentativeness as courage and social dysfunction as passion.

Chung's addict isn't always N.A.-accurate, but her delineation of the role she was asked to play borders on virtuosic. Much as one loves seeing Chung embody the perfect suffering torch-song icon in films like Center Stage and In the Mood for Love, it is thrilling to hear her claim other languages, styles and emotional idioms as her own. Even her singing is antithetical to the voice of her earlier characters. And it isn't an accident that she is cast against a restrained Nick Nolte, who portrayed a raging drunk so affectingly in _Affliction_, and a complacent bohemian Béatrice Dalle, whose superficially flawed gap-toothed beauty and eccentric portrayals have provided temporary pleasure in so many dystopian films.

Despite Clean's hoary conceit -- heroin weaning as spiritual redemption -- the cinematography is beautiful and evocative, particularly the landscape pans. As in Drugstore Cowboy, one feels the drugs and the music to be an arbitrary pretext for a film that is actually about something else.

The music references are embarrassing. Particularly wince-making are repeated references to Mazzy Star, since that's who Chung's character is intended to resemble (could the director have been more obvious?). The model isn't surprising, given Chung's orientation: One way to get a convincing performance out of a non-singer is to develop a character voice -- in this case, something deadpan and breathy, with almost no vibrato. Even so, the director's lack of finesse is revealed insofar as Mazzy Star's name is mentioned at all -- let alone repeated and underlined by two different characters.

Chung plays a vintage failed rock singer well in the San Francisco studio, with her careless beaten unbranded leather, AKG K-240 headphones, Neumann TLM-103 caged mike, pop filter (though she doesn't need one) and groggy swaying motion. Even so, it's Chung's mastery of her character's pacing that seems most musical, not the voice she musters or the blues dirge she happens to sing. One wonders what Nicholas Roeg would have to say about her, um, performance.

As always with Chung, the emotional repression of the character is what makes her breakdown so affecting. In work that is elegiac, one always wants the tears to come slowly: talking oneself out of them, bracing oneself, is what forces emotion to surface in the end.