A THOUSAND WORDS

 

Publicity poster for A Thousand Words (© Brian Robbins/DreamWorks Pictures/Saturn Films/Varsity Pictures/Work After Midnight Films/Paramount Pictures – reproduced here on a strictly non-commercial Fair Use basis for educational/review purposes only)

On 22 December 2024, I watched the bittersweet American fantasy/comedy movie A Thousand Words – a film that I might never have even known about, let alone watched, had it not been for my fortuitous finding a few weeks earlier at an English outdoor car boot sale of a discarded DVD case for this movie. Sadly, the disc itself was missing, but its back cover blurb so intrigued me that I purchased a disc for it online, and now, after watching it, I'm so glad I found that empty case and thereby learned of this delightful film's existence.

Directed by Brian Robbins, who was also one of its several co-producers (so too was American A-list actor Nicolas Cage), and released by Paramount Pictures in 2012 (although filmed in 2008), A Thousand Words stars motor-mouth mega-star Eddie Murphy in, incongruously, an almost silent lead role.

He plays brash literary agent Jack McCall, who originally displays an unassailable ability to talk people into doing whatever he wants, which has resulted in him becoming a thoroughly obnoxious egomaniac, oblivious to the needs of his wife Caroline (Kerry Washington) and their young son Tyler (Emanuel Ragsdale) to receive his love, and those of his co-workers to receive the courtesy and respect that they deserve – especially his youthful, perpetually put-upon and put-down literary assistant Aaron (Clark Duke), and his faithful valet (John Gatins) who harbours aspirations as an author that Jack brusquely waves away.

But when Jack tries to con a New Age guru named Dr Sinja (Cliff Curtis) into selling him the rights to his self-help book, events take a very mystical, mortifying turn.

A supernatural Bodhi tree possessing exactly 1000 leaves magically appears in Jack's garden, and Jack swiftly discovers that every word he speaks (or even writes down) results in a leaf dropping from the tree. Consulting Dr Sinja, Jack is horrified to learn that once the tree loses all of its leaves, both it and Jack will die (clearly this particular guru knows more about spirituality than botany, or he would have been aware that deciduous trees lose all their leaves every autumn/fall, but simply grow a new set the following spring!).

Anyway, much of the movie from then on focuses upon the hapless Jack becoming helplessly and hopelessly but always hilariously caught up in all manner of outlandishly bizarre situations as he frantically strives to communicate without speaking or writing. But ultimately it all proves too much – he finally loses his job, and his wife moves out of their home, taking their son with her. Moreover, due to various unavoidable instances where he has had no option but to speak, there are virtually no leaves left on the tree.

Despondent and desperate, Jack visits Dr Sinja again, who tells him that he has to seek deep inside himself to repair the relationship that has brought him the most pain in his life. Jack's mother Annie (Ruby Dee), whom he does love very much, has dementia, so he visits her at the care-home on her birthday, even though he knows that she will not recognise him, and will mistake him for her deceased husband Raymond, Jack's father, who walked out on them when Jack was only a child, leaving Jack feeling unloved by Raymond and resentful toward him ever afterwards.

Sure enough, his mother once again mistakes Jack for Raymond, telling him how she wishes that their son Jack would forgive him for walking out on them as she knows how much Jack was always loved by him, and that nothing is more important than family.

Never realising until now that his father had indeed loved him, Jack visits his grave and whispers outloud "I forgive you" – and at that same moment the last three leaves fall from the tree, and Jack falls unconscious to the ground. But does he die, or has he found redemption and salvation? Watch this very funny but also very poignant, moving movie and find out.

Some of you know that for many years my beloved little Mom was my only family, so when she passed away eleven years ago, so too did my entire family, and I've been alone ever since. Consequently, when Jack's Mom told him that nothing is more important than family, I began to shed too, just like the tree, except that it wasn't leaves that I was shedding.

Although not a Christmas-themed movie, A Thousand Words exudes a similar festive, feel-good glow, making it perfect viewing for this time of year. It promotes a very important message too: your words are powerful, so never waste them, or use them unkindly – always use them wisely, and kindly, make them count.

Worth mentioning, incidentally, is the notable number of major stars who were variously considered or auditioned for this movie's lead role of Jack McCall that ultimately went to Murphy – they include, for instance, Richard Ayoade, Ice Cube, Will Ferrell (also considered for the role of Dr Sinja), Jamie Foxx, Kevin Hart, Samuel L. Jackson, Chris Rock, Will Smith, and Wesley Snipes. Moreover, Queen Latifah and Jada Pinkett Smith were among those considered for the role of Caroline McCall that ultimately went to Kerry Washington.

After I posted a much shorter, preliminary version of this review of A Thousand Words on Facebook earlier today, one reader mentioned to me that the film currently holds a 0% critics approval rating on the movie review website Rotten Tomatoes (though it does also hold a 46% audience approval rating on there), which, quite frankly, is an absurd state of affairs. Having said that, I do tend to find that forums like those on Rotten Tomatoes and other sites that allow reviews to be posted by users tend to attract a disproportionate number of splenetic offerings, from deliberately provocative would-be critics trying to make a name for themselves, whereas more fair-minded users seem less incited or incentivized to post a review. This is a great shame, because it results in many perfectly good movies receiving unjustifiably low ratings, due to the pack-hunting feeding frenzy copycat approach that frequently occurs once a couple of bad reviews have been posted for a given film, with each subsequent reviewer attempting to outdo the previous ones in terms of the bile and venom that they can spill forth.

I personally feel that A Thousand Words is definitely one movie that has suffered from this. Now had it been The Adventures of Pluto Nash (click here to read my thoughts concerning this Eddie Murphy movie), I could have understood it more!

So whereas some professional critics dismissed A Thousand Words back in 2012 as formulaic and outdated, and more recent unprofessional ones have attacked it from all sides, I loved it (as is so often the case with films that critics have disparaged), and I'm sure that plenty of you will too if you get the chance to watch this film, and give it a chance when doing so.

If you would like to view an official trailer for A Thousand Words on YouTube, please click here.

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RUMBLE FISH

 

My official UK DVD of Rumble Fish (© Francis Ford Coppola/Zoetrope Studios/Universal Pictures – reproduced here on a strictly non-commercial Fair Use basis for educational/review purposes only)

Last night's movie watch was the iconic early-1980s rebel film Rumble Fish, based upon American authoress S.E. Hinton's eponymous 1975 novel that I read so very long ago as a teenager.

Directed by Francis Ford Coppola, who also co-wrote its screenplay (with Hinton), and released by Universal Pictures in 1983, Rumble Fish centres around an aloof but charismatic motorbike-riding character in his early 20s who is referred to only as The Motorcycle Boy (hereafter TMB in this review for brevity), and is played to perfection as a veritable flawed, earthbound demi-deity (at least in the worshipping eyes of those around him) by the then young and equally charismatic Mickey Rourke.

TMB was once the greatest gang leader in his district of Tulsa, Oklahoma, until he eventually decided that gangs and rumbles were boring, for losers, and single-handedly broke up all the gangs and ended all the rumbles before abruptly disappearing who knows where on his motorbike. Left behind is his slightly younger, idolising brother Rusty James (Matt Dillon), who seeks to emulate TMB and gain the respect among the district's teenage delinquents that he still holds, even in his absence. However, Rusty James (everyone always calls him by his full name for some unexplained reason) has neither his brother's brain nor his mystique to do so.

And then, out of the blue, TMB returns. He has been to California to seek out their mother, who abandoned the family when they were only small children, the shock of which sent their father (Dennis Hopper) spiraling downward into abject alcoholism. TMB arrives back in town just in time to rescue his brother (hereafter RJ for brevity) after he has been stabbed in a fight during the resurgence of gangs and rumbles that has begun during TMB's AWOL.

From then on, we watch how RJ's grip on the leadership of his buddies progressively slips, finally ousted by supposed friend Smokey (a young Nicolas Cage, nephew of Francis Ford Coppola), who also steals his girlfriend Patty (Diane Lane). And after being mugged in an alley, RJ even loses his grip on himself, literally, when he seemingly undergoes a brief out-of-body experience, floating eerily but unseen through the air as he looks down upon his erstwhile compatriots grieving at his apparent death – or was it all just a fevered dream, experienced by him before regaining consciousness after the mugging?

Meanwhile, TMB is just as enigmatic as ever, his succinct comments betraying an erudite, highly intelligent mind that totally surpasses RJ's in every way. But is he really merely enigmatic, or, as others and even his own father suspect, might he actually be insane?

RJ hero-worships TMB too much to permit such doubts to linger in his own far less astute, knowledgeable mind, until the fateful day when he finds TMB in a pet shop, seemingly entranced by a series of small aquaria each containing a single male Siamese fighting fish, some of which are bright red, others blue. TMB tells RJ that they are rumble fish, so aggressive that they will even attack their own reflection in a mirror, which he demonstrates. TMB says that they should be free, in a river, not imprisoned in glass tanks.

That night, while taking RJ for a motorbike ride, TMB turns up at the pet shop, now closed for the evening, and decides to break in to free the fish. Even RJ realises the folly of such a plan, and pleads with him not to do so, but TMB's mind is made up. However, neither of them spies the shadow of a longstanding enemy close by, watching them, armed with a gun and an abiding, obsessive hatred of TMB. Two irrationally-minded entities are about to violently interact head-on, just like a couple of rival rumble fishes, but who – if either one of them – will emerge triumphant?

Rumble Fish is an engrossing, highly memorable movie, very atmospheric visually due to its plethora of smoke and shadows, but rendered even more so by being shot almost entirely in black-and-white, which thereby directly presents to the audience TMB's distinctive vision of the world, as it is revealed early on in the film that he is colour-blind (he is also partially deaf). There is only one major monochromatic exception – the Siamese fighting fish are always filmed in full colour (as is a police car's flashing red siren seen briefly near the end).  Also of note, literally, is the music score, composed and performed by none other than Stewart Copeland, who at that time was also the drummer in the highly successful British rock group The Police.

Dillon puts in a dynamic, muscular performance as rebellious, wannabe gang leader RJ, and is the movie's top-billed star. However, Rumble Fish indisputably belongs to Mickey Rourke – second-billed he may be, but he expertly portrays TMB as a super-cool yet inscrutable, innately dangerous, and quite possibly deranged loner, ostensibly laid-back but in reality perpetually poised and ready to spring into unpredictable yet most probably ultra-violent action should the need arise or his fuse be lit.

If you'd like to pay a visit to the dark, ominous, uncertain world of TMB and RJ, be sure to click here to watch an official Rumble Fish trailer on YouTube.

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My paperback edition of Rumble Fish (© S.E. Hinton/Dell Publishing – reproduced here on a strictly non-commercial Fair Use basis for educational/review purposes only)