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The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio (2005)
Adapted from Terry Ryans popular memoir, The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio casts an
acutely insightful, though always loving eye on those less-than-perfect days which gave
birth to present-day consumer society. Julianne Moore plays the buoyantly unsinkable
Evelyn Ryan, a mother of ten children with an irrepressible knack for words. Her husband
Kelly (played intelligently by Woody Harrelson) is an angry man with a drinking problem.
His aspirations for a career as a crooner cut short by a terrible automobile accident,
Kelly has been forced to join the ranks of manufacturing labor to support a wife and a
rapidly growing (Irish-Catholic) family. Kelly and Evelyn Ryan are of the generation that
gave birth to the baby boomers, the last to be yoked to an older, harsher ethic,
ironically unable to move on to the brand-new-and-improved American Dream.
Director Jane
Anderson paints a masterpiece in miniature of lower-middle-class America during the 1950s
and 1960s by layering several social landscapes into the film. The great manufacturing
plant that was post-War America was sustained by appealing to the dreams and aspirations
of Kelly and Evelyn and millions of poor working-class families like them. Like Tantalus,
Kelly is tormented, whipped into self-hatred, alcohol-fueled feelings of inadequacy. At
the gates of the new corporate society of men in gray flannel suits, Kelly knows he is
still being forced to use the tradesmens entrance around the corner. As a study in
American masculinity, Harrelsons portrayal of Kelly Ryan builds upon Michael
Douglass portrayal of the unemployed defense industry drone William
(D-FENS) Foster in Falling Down.
On the other hand, more (and indirectly) like Lois Wilson (wife of
Alcoholics Anonymous co-founder Bill Wilson and founder in her own right of the original
Al-Anon program for wives of alcoholics), Evelyn Ryan naturally (if not effortlessly) sees
the world not only with amazing clarity, but boundless American optimism, playful
inventiveness and practicality. The cheerful, but hollow siren song of the American Dream
never seduces her. Ironically, Evelyns gift for writing contest-winning jingles, and
thereby winning free products (which were often resold for cash) was the only thing that
kept their family intact. In fact, it seems as if Evelyn is heeding the advice of another
pre-womens lib mother, Anna, to her son in the classically 1950s Broadway musical The King and I, to whistle a happy tune
so no one will suspect youre afraid.
Evelyns knack for winning every imaginable prize, from socks to
washer and dryer, from a lifetime supply of birdseed to a sports car, becomes a metaphor
for the eternally deferred American Dream. But she knows, as few do, that the dream of
happiness is achieved in living life as it comes, not in more stuff. Anderson
makes the point in 1950s terms, with a visual
cue to Queen for a Day. In this emblematically
fifties contest show, hosted by the much-beloved Jack Bailey, miserably sad and dreary
housewives (usually) competed with each other to be judged the most pathetic and therefore
most deserving of a cornucopia of consumer items. A contestant might ask for a
wheelchair, and, if found to be the winner by a show of the (blithely rigged)
applause meter, would be showered with a stage full of irrelevant consumer
goods. (The patently neediest did not necessarily win, if they had not asked specifically
for the kind of merchandise show promoters were offering. Thus pleas for legal or medical
help stood little chance of winning.)
High, state-of-the-art production values, mixing of visual media and
visual languages, a constant dialog of formal film values between then and now (a kind of
capsule history of pop culture pre- and post-MTV), along with plenty of cultural
historical observation, make this is a densely layered, and intelligent film. Striking a
satisfying balance between nostalgia, camp, and gravity, The Prize Winner from Defiance, Ohio returns some
meaty realities of social class history to what has been a long and monotonous stream of
self-salubrious mass-media cotton-candy fluff that currently passes as
memories of the 1950s.
- Les Wright