One

reviewed Wed, 11 Oct 2000

I think The Shooting Gallery is an admirable concept.  This venture packages a group of independent and foreign films that otherwise would have no chance of being distributed in American theaters and releases one every other week in a single theater in major cities.  Some, like Croupier, are popular enough to outlive that fortnight-long engagement (Croupier, in fact, has been playing in the theater since April), but most show for those two weeks and vanish.  The problem is that a lot of these films are undistributable for a reason.  Sometimes it's because they are artful but too thoughtful and slow for even major indie studios.  Sometimes it's because they're ponderously dull.  The Shooting Gallery's clever ads (definitely worth viewing on their website) and promo materials (also viewable on the site -- my favorite is a bumpersticker reading "Real Men Rent French Noir") evoke famed indies like This Is Spinal Tap, Pulp Fiction, The Crying Game, and others, but the movies they show are nowhere near that level.  Still, I want to encourage the concept, and I want to encourage you all to experiment every now and then (with movies -- what you do in your personal life is your business), and I want you to know that if you do decide to experiment, you had better do it as soon as the movie is released, because it might not be around very long.  The movie that triggers all this is One, the TSG entry I saw tonight, which is definitely the best I've seen of these "undistributable" films and which will probably vanish from theaters nearly as soon as it's released (its official release period is Oct. 13-26).   (Presumably it will appear on video, though, since one of TSG's partners is Blockbuster.)

Made on a less-than-shoestring budget, One follows two friends at a critical juncture in their lives -- Charlie (Jason Cairns, who has kind of a Christopher Walken thing going) has just gotten out of jail and moved into his friend Nick's parents' basement (into a room the family refers to as "the cat's room," which I found hilarious but no one else did), where Nick (Kane Picoy) himself lives after having blown a shot at a promising major-league baseball career.  Nick discontentedly drifts along, working as a garbageman, but Charlie immediately starts trying to turn his life around.  The pair seem to be coasting on an old friendship anyway, and this divergence in ambition gradually widens the rift between them.  The movie, or rather, the movie's website, asks, "Is a downward spiral that easy to break? Can any friendship survive the strain if that spiral can't be broken? At what stage, if any, does loyalty become a form of poison?"  (Yes, these sound like book-club discussion questions, but trust me, they really help form your thoughts about the film.)

One takes its time unfolding.  We get the backstory on Nick and Charlie gradually -- there are no forced expository speeches along the lines of "So, you've gotten out of jail, where you were sent because you did this bad thing."  Equally unobtrusive and elegant is the camera work -- I especially loved a scene where the focus ever so slowly changes from Charlie and his girlfriend lying in bed to a joint in an ashtray in the foreground.  It's so gradual that you don't realize it's happening for a while, and there's a long stretch where everything's blurry, which is disconcerting until you realize it's intentional.  It's hard to describe, but it's very cool.

Don't expect car crashes or fireworks -- this is a deliberately spare film that focuses on the evolution of two young men's lives.  Don't let that description scare you away, either -- it's not some navel-gazing, metaphysical, self-conscious film school exercise full of fatuous soliloquys.  It's clever and funny, but not in a flip, Kicking and Screaming way.  It's so simply done that you feel you know these two guys.  In fact, director Tony Barbieri gives us an ominous hint early in the movie that some bad thing will happen.  Then, for a long time, you don't feel the threat, but when it surfaces again towards the end, you find yourself hoping the bad thing will stay away from Charlie and Nick, Chekovian story-telling conventions be damned.

You know, the more I think about this movie, just over the time it's taken me to write this review, the more I like it.  Charlie is a winning character, and even Nick, with whom we're not really supposed to sympathize, is so charismatic that you find yourself wishing the best for him.  The ending is abrupt and sort of a cop-out, but it's satisfying, poignant, and refreshingly unsentimental.  Yes, I'm going to definitely recommend this one.  Just don't procrastinate seeing it, or it may be gone.

In closing, I'll quote from the film's production notes on the website, lines that seemed self-important and pompous to me before I saw the movie, but that now seem to encapsulate it elegantly.  "In life, one is blessed to have even one outstanding talent, to have (and keep) even one lifelong friend, find, or win, even one shot at redemption."

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