My Own Private Idaho (1991) Directed by Gus Van Sant
Time plays tricks.
My Bloody Valentine's
Loveless came out in 1991, but it doesn't seem that long ago to me. When I noticed that
My Own Private Idaho also was released in 1991, it forced me to realize that my favourite rock album came out a third of a century ago. When she was a baby just able to stand, my younger daughter thought it was a dance album and did little gyrations to it on the living room. Now she is 32-years-old with a toddler of her own. A shocking amount of time has passed.
The world has changed a lot since
My Own Private Idaho. A budding star, River Phoenix died two years after its release. His loss means I can never watch the movie the same way that I did in 1991. Death is too much a brute fact especially when it occurs to one so young and gifted. I'm not sure his is a great performance here, though. I get Mike is wounded, but a lot of the movie he just seemed blank to me. I suppose that is appropriate to the character. Still.... Perhaps because of the hair, I couldn't help but think of James Dean in
Rebel without a Cause, also playing a lost soul but one with the resources available to become un-lost. There is a superficial resemblance physically, and, though Phoenix is riveting in a few scenes, his skill level seems to fall short of Dean's to me by a goodly margin. I kept thinking Van Sant would have probably used him later in the Keith Cobain pic
Last Days. It seems a natural fit though I don't know if Phoenix is any better choice in that role than Michael Pitt who seems to have remarkably similar gifts.
I was much more aware of Keanu Reeves this time than when I first saw the movie upon its release. Time has certainly done him favours. I really liked his performance here, the gentleness of it, that is until he metaphorically assumes the throne. He would have made a good Prince Hal, I think. He had played Shakespeare before it will shock most people to know,
Hamlet, yet, in Winnipeg early on in his career. Which if nothing else means he knows how to declaim, which comes in handy with the scenes with his Falstaff-like mentor Bob in this movie. I don't think Reeves is second fiddle in this movie at all; at worst, he is co-fiddle.
And what possessed Van Sant to throw in Shakespeare's
Henry IV, part two, in such a central way anyway? Given the set up, If he was going to go for a classical literary reference, he could have used the lost boys from
Peter Pan or even the Artful Dodger sections of
Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens. But he chooses Falstaff. I don't think it really fit the movie, although it adds to Van Sant's credibility as a director who thinks outside the box, or, at least, he once did (he's been in a prolonged slump for about 15 years). Overall,
My Own Private Idaho has a loosey-goosey feel to me. There is not really much of a plot--the experimentation seems for lack of a better term, New Wave-y. The subject matter would have been controversial in '91, too. And the movie is also unpredictable, one of those films in which the parts seem more memorable than the whole. Like many of Van Sant's less commercial films (
Elephant; Gerry; Last Days),
My Own Private Idaho deserves multiple viewings. For one reason, there is a lot that is elusive about it, a lot left up to the viewer to discover on his/her own. Ultimately, the film seems the furthest thing removed from a standard Hollywood movie.