MOVIES: FILM REVIEW: “Dark Horse”

Selma Blair and Jordan Gelber in “Dark Horse.” PHOTO COURTESY VITAGRAPH FILMS.

BY DAYNA PAPALEO

“Dark Horse”

(R), written and directed by Todd Solondz

Opens Friday

Not so fast, you. This might not be one of those times when you can skim the first and last paragraphs of a review to quickly learn whether the writer liked the art in question. Honestly, you could read the whole piece and still not figure it out, which can only mean that you’re about to enter the realm of writer-director Todd Solondz. If you’ve seen his past work, like 1995’s “Welcome to the Dollhouse,” 1998’s “Happiness,” or 2004’s “Palindromes,” then you already know that Solondz doesn’t make movies for you to enjoy, exactly. Solondz revels in holding a mirror up to our collective ugliness, and, unlike other filmmakers, he’s perfectly content to let us squirm on the hook indefinitely.

The big problem with Solondz’s constant provocation is that it hasn’t always been easy to grasp the necessary heart, truth, and resonance amidst all the envelope-pushing pedophilia, incest, and cruelty often found in his pitch-black comedies. But “Dark Horse,” while still ultra-Solondzy, actually feels a little more mature than his previous work. It tells the story of Abe (Jordan Gelber), a doughy, 30something shlub who still lives with his parents (Christopher Walken and Mia Farrow) in a teenworthy New Jersey bedroom crammed with action figures. And, as if outward appearances weren’t bad enough, Abe is a jerk, a tantrum-prone slacker who treats the world like it has somehow wronged him. Nothing is ever Abe’s fault, and he’s allowed to run roughshod over the few people that care about him.

Abe meets the obviously uninterested Miranda (Selma Blair) at a wedding, where our pushy hero manages to wheedle a phone number out of the pretty but sad-eyed damsel. He proposes almost immediately, yet he’s not so deluded as to be shocked when she soon accepts. Miranda, who also lives with her parents, is in freefall over a failed relationship and literary career, reasoning in her depressed monotone that she should “give up on hope, ambition, success, independence, self-respect” and just get married. But since Solondz has never trafficked in happily-ever-afters, the weird, twisty road that Abe and Miranda must walk is paved with stubborn store clerks, prosperous brothers, dream sequences, neglected spreadsheets, and Hepatitis B.

It’s rather gutsy whenever a filmmaker bases a narrative around a truly unpleasant human being, because that whiny loser needs to elicit empathy in less than two hours, and his growth had better be authentic. Solondz is mostly successful, employing a late-act curveball that’s a little too convenient but not entirely outrageous, allowing Abe a glimmer of clarity without a complete overhaul of his repugnant personality. Gelber’s performance is unflinching, and he’s well-matched by the underappreciated Blair in a role that’s all subtlety. But Farrow and Walken might be the keys here; her doting indulgence and his stone-faced reluctance to rock the boat providing clues as to how Abe got that way. Solondz fans hoping for something meaner will be disappointed, but everyone has the right to evolve.

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