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![]() Howard Hughes packed a lot into his 71 years. The American icon achieved fame in two of America’s glamour industries, both filmmaking and aviation. His "Hells Angels" was the most expensive movie ever made, and for a time he was the fastest man on earth. A serial bedder of Hollywood starlets, he counted Ava Gardner, Katherine Hepburn and Jean Harlow among his conquests. He was a charismatic entrepreneur (the inventor of the push up bra no less) but also a neurotic obsessive compulsive hypochondriac who finally died in 1976 as a bona fide long-nailed, Kleenex-boxes-for-shoes mentalist. This makes him ideal subject matter for a $100 million biopic, but in hindsight, condensing this most remarkable of American lives into a motion picture of watchable length is like tackling an impossible math problem. For his biopic, The Aviator, Martin Scorsese has chosen to focus on Hughes’ glory days, from the 1920’s when Hughes inherits his fathers fortune and begins filming of his epic Hell’s Angels to the 1940’s when Hughes triumphantly takes off in his infamous Spruce Goose, the gargantuan flying boat they said would never leave the ground. Scorsese has carefully recreated this golden period, but as with Gangs Of New York the pallet is far too bright, the intense Technicolor seems to say Wizard of Oz when it wants to be saying Citizen Kane. As with two other great biopics about flawed heroes - Schindler’s List and Scorsese’s own Raging Bull - The Aviator would have benefited from being black and white. For his Hughes, Scorsese has chosen his actor du jour, Leonardo DiCaprio. DiCaprio is now 30 years old, but is still cursed by the youthful good looks that sold so many Titanic tickets. Despite this, he does a respectable job of suggesting Hughes’ psychological problems. Ill mental health is an invitation less scrupulous actors would have taken to ham it up, but DiCaprio smartly keeps it all in, painting a picture of a man trying to stay in control. The bigger problem is that even with a running time that threatens three hours, Scorsese still struggles to cram everything in, and the decision to highlight key spectacles (CGI planes taking off CGI / CGI planes crashing) must have added millions to the films budget. Even worse, it took away time that could have been better spent examining Hughes’ relationships with other characters, all of whom have been relegated to not much more than extended cameos. It’s not a question of DiCaprio’s character lacking depth, but that those around him aren’t given enough time to develop into anything more than caricatures, leaving DiCaprio with nothing to bounce off. Cate Blanchett’s portrayal of Katherine Hepburn for example, is more imitation than acting, all deliberate quirkiness and unconvincing expressions ("Hot Dawg!"), while the supremely talented John C. Reilly has to settle for the role of comic sidekick, reduced to a series of flustered headshakes playing Noah Dietrich, the man responsible for Hughes’ finances. There are some human moments when The Aviator really takes off. Hughes’ self-imposed isolation is captured in one stunning shot that widens out to reveal a long row of milk bottles that Hughes has filled with urine. The later scenes where Hughes leaves this home-made prison and briefly overcomes his neuroses to put in an impressive showing and claim victory in a congressional hearing that has accused him of being a war profiteer is triumphantly uplifting. But these moments only hint at the film this could have been. This huge production creates an abundance of eye candy rather than character study. Too often this is a biopic by numbers, with Scorsese on autopilot. The focus on the spectacles, dazzling though they are, gives The Aviator an episodic feel that will be unfamiliar to those who know Scorsese’s work, and it could be that he has succumbed to the pressure for his film to make big money. Miramax head honcho Harvey Weinstein will do the math and be happy: Film star (DiCaprio) plus spectacle (plane crashes) equals blockbuster - which equals money, money, money! In the end, Scorsese will know he can do better. AUTHOR: Daryl Grove TAGS: Entertainment scorsese movies BOOKMARK: Digg it | Add to Del.ICIO | Add to FARK ACTIONS: Comment Save Print Register free acount |
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