Alas, Eyes Wide Shut may not tell us much about the sex lives of Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman, but it does prove definitively that the late director Stanley Kubrick was one seriously perverse man. Not sexually perverse, mind you: This unrivaled master of the Steadicam and the low-angle stare was far too much of a control freak to get jiggy, and indeed there's nothing of a carnal nature in his purportedly erotic parting shot that couldn't be found in one of the uncut Madonna videos from earlier in the decade. Nor does such abstinence point to the auteur's sagging virility near the end of his life, since even the young Kubrick of Lolita favored screwing with the viewer's head.
Even more than the postwar European cineastes who'd slyly titillate ticket buyers in trade for the privilege of being almost inscrutably profound, the hermitic Kubrick lived to make intellectual sport of audience expectations. In this sense, his final work is the checkmate culmination of a transcontinental chess tournament between Art and Commerce--the producer-director's strategy being to play both sides himself, and without often leaving his Hertfordshire manse. Two of the pawns in this particular match are Cruise and Kidman. And primarily on account of their box-office drawing power--a force exponentially increased by the apparent promise of catching them in flagrante delicto--Eyes Wide Shut opened huge last weekend. But I for one would suppose--and this is no faint praise, either--that the film will be missing from most multiplexes by the middle of next month. Indeed, not since Godard's Contempt earned its title by turning Brigitte Bardot into a Brechtian bore has a sextravaganza so systematically contrived to turn the viewer off.
Based on the 1926 novella Traumnovelle by Freud acquaintance Arthur Schnitzler (which seems unlikely to make the Times bestseller list), Eyes Wide Shut is a ruthless tease and a deadpan farce--a sarcastic shaggy dog story with a somnambulist's pace, a largely joyless film about joylessness, and as abstract and ambiguous a study of marital "adventure" and reconciliation as Rossellini's Voyage to Italy. But might there be a smidgen of Nineties Hollywood in here, too? Always an expert subverter of high- and lowbrow movies, Kubrick may have been thinking of Indecent Proposal as well as Vertigo when he prepared Eyes Wide Shut. After all, the would-be water-cooler debate here involves whether Kidman's seemingly bored Central Park West homemaker and mom tells her doctor hubby (Cruise) about her attraction to a naval officer in the interests of honesty or as a way of justifiably exacting a psychic toll--and, what's more, whether the doctor's subsequent search for love in all the wrong places is predicated on his justifiable need to get even with her. Not as arousing a headscratcher as "Would you (let your wife) sleep with Robert Redford for a million dollars?" perhaps, but it is one of the few instances in which Kubrick seems to invite rather than flout the viewer's participation.
Still, some of the Cruise and Kidman fans who thrilled to the stars' previous pairings in Far and Away and Days of Thunder might do better to discuss whether Eyes Wide Shut is even the least bit sexy--and if not, why not, and to what end. The 90-second scene that caused such a stir when it was used as an R-rated coming-attractions trailer--the loving couple nuzzling each other's naked bodies in front of a mirror--appears far less hot when it comes 20 minutes into Kubrick's cold, cold movie. Call this a Kubrickian experiment in shaping the viewer's reactions to a shot by altering the context around it: In the film, the mirror escapade is bracketed by scenes of the doctor's clinical examinations of patients at his office and at a lavish party where a naked and nearly comatose woman has OD'd on coke and heroin (sexy, huh?). Besides, Kidman's eye-rolling Alice looks like she'd rather be somewhere else than in this mirror's confining frame (not to mention that she sounds as weary as Julie Hagerty). As for her fantasy about the naval officer, this (apparently) erotic dream is reenacted as a slurred succession of black-and-white images reeling through the mind of Cruise's (apparently) jealous William, and only Alice's prior confession of lust (apparently) prevents this subjective "love scene" from resembling a rape.
Such apocalyptic detonations of the viewer's desire aren't anything new for Kubrick. Lolita, you'll recall, was an adult entertainment about child molestation; Dr. Strangelove was a screwball comedy about nuclear war; 2001 was a space odyssey almost entirely devoid of action; A Clockwork Orange and Barry Lyndon were ornate portraits of violent pathology; The Shining was a "supernatural" horror film about alcoholism and writer's block; and Full Metal Jacket was a war movie with a lone woman as the enemy. These are hallowed classics now, but it bears mentioning that all were released to audience disappointment and critical derision. Characteristically (and not incorrectly), Variety found 2001 to be "lacking the humanity of Forbidden Planet"; Lolita to be "like a bee from which the stinger has been removed"; and The Shining to be an exercise in trying to "destroy all that was so terrifying about Stephen King's bestseller." Likewise, the recent reviews that have labeled Eyes Wide Shut "disappointing" and "not sexy" are at once spot-on and clueless about Kubrick's obdurate strategy and his history of being ahead of the critical curve. Among the new film's countless contradictions is that it's a summer blockbuster by a director whose works typically take years to collect their dues.
When Eyes Wide Shut was first announced years ago as a project for Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman--"a story of jealousy and sexual obsession" about which little else was made known--this indecent proposal was interpreted in some quarters as an unusually frivolous and commercial endeavor for Kubrick. A sexy star vehicle by the brain trust behind 2001? But of course. The auteur's interest in taking on and then twisting the iconography of arguably talented celebrities was hardly unprecedented (see Ryan O'Neal as the pathetic social climber of Barry Lyndon). Plus, human devolution begins in the bedroom and so does Eyes Wide Shut, which flirts immediately with its promise to get up close and personal with the stars before revealing their characters (if not themselves) to be abundantly shallow. "Honey, have you seen my wallet?" asks Cruise's Dr. William Harford of Kidman's Alice, who's naked even before the main title appears and ensconced on the toilet shortly thereafter. ("She didn't wash her hands," one observant moviegoer was heard to remark on opening night.)
Are these "characters" not the most powerful married celebs on the planet? Are we not lucky to be peeping on them in their boudoir? Well aware of his actors' profiles as developed onscreen and in the National Enquirer, Kubrick gleefully toys with the public's perception that Kidman is just the woman behind the man--and that the man, God forbid, might not be a ladies' man. Indeed, no sooner has the mentally cuckolded William hit the streets in search of risky business than the top gun gets gay-bashed by some drunken frat boys who in any other film would represent Cruise's core audience. A Tom Cruise character being called a "faggot" by his fellow real men? What kind of perverted summer movie is this? Well, it's a Kubrick movie, and, perhaps more than anything, Eyes Wide Shut sets itself the scientific challenge of turning the all-powerful Cruise into a pantywaist without leaving evidence of the crime.
Mission impossible? Hardly. To the Cruise faithful overheard dissing the star's new film after a show last Friday, what seems merely "stupid" and "unbelievable" might be that their hero has to rely on a stereotypically limp-wristed and eye-batting hotel clerk for information about the movie's ostensible mystery. Or that, during a decadent orgy, the passive, p.c. protagonist feels tempted to heed the calling of an impatient cabdriver. Or that before the night is through he politely pays almost a thousand dollars for services tangentially related to the procurement of sex without actually getting off. Or that his would-be sexual transgression carries all the excitement and danger of a sweaty man's late-night run to the porno store while his wife is at home sleeping. Or that he finally breaks down and cries at the mere sight of a painted mask. During the big orgy set piece (another deadening ritual in a movie that's full of deadening rituals), Kubrick riffs on the ticket buyer's own recent transaction by having one of William's fellow patrons ask him whether he's having a good time. "Well," he replies, "I've had an interesting look around." And there, in a nutshell, is the experience of Eyes Wide Shut.
As metamovies go, Eyes Wide Shut is a doozy--the rigorously determined result of two years of production and God knows how many feet of film. Notwithstanding the narrative "suspense," the viewer can be certain that every shot onscreen must have seemed appreciably more accomplished than the hundred or so takes that Kubrick threw on the cutting-room floor. Were other renditions of that tracking shot not quite smooth and impersonal enough? Did Cruise not adequately ape Jack Nicholson's Shining Neanderthal in those portions that failed to make the final cut?
And how final was Kubrick's final cut, by the way? Could the director's obsessive desire for complete control have resulted in his death just a few weeks ahead of schedule? How many of his true intentions did he reveal to the actors--described as "inseparable" from Kubrick in Time? And finally, how earnest is the movie's Sirkian happy ending--in which Kidman, amid the stuffed-animal artifice of F.A.O. Schwartz, delivers the perfect punch line to Kubrick's long career spent studying the extent of human evolution? Not very, I'm afraid. Alice's climactic suggestion of exchanging precious bodily fluids with her husband is the director's way of saying that, at least until Strangelove's General Ripper drops the Big One, the rich and famous will keep on producing little stars.
Eyes Wide Shut is playing at area theaters.
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