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Pleasantville (1998)
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When CV sees a movie like Pleasantville,
we get a little worried about slipping into a double standard, on the one hand, and
preaching condescendingly, on the other. We don't want to do either, but movies like this
one make it difficult.
Let us say right out
that we enjoyed the movie. It is very well made in the best tradition of Hollywood mass
market product. It is creative in its special effects; its use of an original mix of
black and white with color is crucial to the premise. The cast is appropriately capable
and charming and the script is well thought out. The tone stays light, even as the lessons
are being doled out.
Oops. Therein lies
the problem. This is a film that spells out its points to the viewer, somewhat like a
second grade teacher reciting the moral of the story. (We confess to reading a review of Pleasantville
in a major "intellectual" magazine which professed to have trouble piecing
together the intent here. Hello??)
Pleasantville says
that passion and creativity and art and life itself are experienced only with risk
and pain and the unknown future that looms before each of us. It all comes together in a
messy package, not necessarily with well trimmed lawns and dinner on the table promptly
every night at six. To make the point, a brother-sister team are beamed back
from today's realities of lousy job markets, AIDS, global warming, and broken homes (yes,
it is all catalogued for us) into a 1950s television show not unlike, say, Ozzie and
Harriet. On the surface, at least, a simpler time, problem free. (Seems to me the Ozzie
and Harriet folks ended up in real life with, well, real life difficulties of their
own.)
Turns out it is all
artificial, of course, and our young interlopers bring a different reality into
Pleasantville. The contrast between now and then, the real versus a perceived (and
media-generated) ideal is the structure on which both the themes of the story and its
comedy hinge.
I enjoyed some of
the lines like: "We're safe now. Thank goodness we're in a bowling alley." and
"What were you doing in the library?" "I got lost."
But my problem with
the film is that it lays it all on a little too obviously, a little too patly. How much
more effective it might have been if it made the audience work - just a little - to think
through the lessons, rather than have them spoon fed like pablum. We need the
lessons. They would be learned with greater depth if the viewer took an active role in
understanding.
Book burning and sex
police and reactionary chambers of commerce must always be guarded against. People must
grasp this intellectually; they must understand it in their heads as well as in
their gut if the lesson is to be taken to heart.
- Arthur Lazere