ELEGY

Samuel Goldwyn Films
Reviewed for CompuServe by Harvey Karten
Grade: A-
Directed by: Isabel Coixet
Written By: Nicholas Meyer, from Philip Roth’s novella “The Dying Animal”
Cast: Ben Kingsley, Penelope Cruz, Dennis Hopper, Patricia Clarkson, Deborah Harry, Peter Sarsgaard
Screened at: Review 1, NYC, 7/1/08
Opens: August 8, 2008

In his four-stanza poem, “Sailing to Byzantium”—which includes a verse to “a dying animal,” also the title of a recent novella by Philip Roth—William Butler Yeats describes both about the journey taken by the speaker's soul around the time of death and the process by which the artist transcends his own mortality. Philip Roth, whose novella forms the basis of “Elegy,” is obsessed with age, with mortality, and with the fading of his own passions—all of which come across in this remarkable movie by the Spanish director, Isabel Coixet. Without passing judgment on a man who might be roundly condemned by feminists today, Coixet directs from a screenplay by Nicholas Meyer, one which closely follows the trajectory of Roth’s book. Prestige films from literary sources are a rare breed today: “Elegy” joins such summer-released films as Julian Jarrold’s “Brideshead Revisited” as a must journey on any sophisticated moviegoer’s itinerary.

“That is no country for old men…An aged man is but a paltry thing,/ A tattered coat upon a stick, unless/ Soul clap its hands and sing…” So goes some verses from Yeats’s poem, and so evolves the character David Kepesh (Ben Kingsley), a charismatic professor of a literary criticism who uses his prestige at a New York university (one that looks like Columbia though the filming took place in Vancouver) to bed several women three or four decades his junior. He keeps his distance emotionally from the women—something his best friend, squash partner and Pulitzer-prize-winning poet George (Dennis Hopper) urges him to do. Kepesh is floored by the beauty of a Cuban-born student, Consuela Castillo (Penelope Cruz), senses that she must be wooed before being won just like women in the 1950’s, he correctly notes in discussing America’s Puritan heritage on the air. Kepesh is fascinated by her beautiful breasts—which Ms Cruz generously exhibits for us in the audience—so much so that contrary to feminist beliefs today, Consuela lauds him for his attentions therein. “Nobody else loves my body as you do,” she states with love in her eyes. While Kepesh sets up a sexual liaison with the young student, he maintains a long-term, commitment-free affair with an older woman, Carolyn (Patricia Clarkson), a sophisticated businesswoman in her late forties who believes that she is his only bed partner.

Philip Roth’s obsession with age and decline, punctuated by at least one death in the story, evokes the title “Elegy,” a mournful poem or lament for the dead. As an older man who ponders his age almost daily, he is certain that a youthful charmer will steal his great love away. Jealousy demands that she remain in touch with him regularly. “Stop worrying about growing old,” his friend George advises, knowing that his counsel will not be followed, “And think about growing up.” (Lots of us men should have such problems with immaturity.)

Aside from its theme of mortality and decline, “Elegy” concerns itself with the impact on others of pure physical beauty. David, by way of illustration, simply cannot see beyond Consuela’s body to understand that this woman wants a man who can offer her a future, and that David would be the one she would choose. David’s womanizing has an effect on his son, Kenny Kepesh (Peter Sarsgaard), a doctor who cannot forgive his dad’s marital abandonment and therefore remains loyal to his own wife though he has fallen in love with another. In the film’s final scene, there has been an about face, one which demonstrates Consuela’s spirit to David for the first time.

Jan Claude Larrieu photographs the proceedings in Vancouver, which stands in for New York, heightening director Coixet’s emphasis on the pain that complements the human condition as well as its physical pleasures. The music, both in the background and as pieces played by David on the piano, are the antithesis of summer-movie soundtracks—featuring works from Bach’s “Adagio from Concerto in D Minor” through Vivaldi’s “Vendro Con Mio Diletto” from “Giutino” but not ignoring pop favorites like Al Lerner’s “Loneliness Ends with Love.” Acting is magnificent all-around with Dennis Hopper supplying much of the humor as the principal’s sexual and spiritual adviser, Ben Kingsley’s piercing job particularly in a concluding scene that finds him awash in tears, and Penelope Cruz’s deft portrayal as a woman of spectacular beauty, charm, and ultimate vulnerability.

Rated R. 106 minutes. © 2008 by Harvey Karten Member: NY Film Critics Online