With Oscar season - and Christmas vacation - in full swing, it's hard to cram all those movies at the multiplex into your schedule. Without fail, the art house divisions of all those major multinational media conglomerates issue their chances for Oscar glory, and like any horse race - some movies never get out of the starting gate. One such movie is "Imaginary Heroes," a suburban dystopia nightmare starring Sigourney Weaver, Emile Hirsch, and Jeff Daniels and the directorial debut by Dan Harris, the writer of X-Men 2.
When the fall schedules were first announced, this movie had buzz for the performances by Daniels and Weaver. Unfortunately, while both live up to the early attention, this movie will be swallowed whole by the marketing machines of the major studios promoting "Sideways," "The Aviator," "Hotel Rwanda," and other buzz-worthy indies like "The Woodsman" for audience dollars and Oscar votes. And it's really quite a shame.
While "Heroes" lacks the emotional panache of "American Beauty," which by the way was my favorite movie of 1999, it strikes similiar terrain of messed-up families of suburbia, people who have everything but feel nothing until tragedy strikes. The movie begins as the family's popular and Olympian-dreamer swimmer son (Kip Pardue) kills himself, distraught from the increasing pressures as The Good Son. The film is told through the eyes of his less popular, sexually awkward brother, played with resonance by Emile Hirsch, as well as through the heart of their chain-smoking mom-from-hell (Weaver). Shockingly, these two characters share a bond unlike most other son-mother relationships currently in the movies, and I felt it endearing to watch Hirsch's character cut school after a fire drill and spend the day sitting with his mom on a porch swing. The two tackle an array of typically melodramatic film fixtures: suicide, paternity questions, cancer, sexual identity, drug use, adultery, depression, and jail. Despite the fact that these heavy handed topics are all rolled up into one movie - and a directorial debut at that - it somehow works. The melodrama actually feels like The Truth and what empty suburban life - despite the affluence of the homes and cars - can actually feel like. It's also nice to see Dawson's Creek Michelle Williams acting again (as Emily Hirsch's wise, older sister).
A lot of critics have given fault to the movie because it's pretty damn depressing. And it is... But in a year of cold and calculating films, built on budgets and revenue-projections, this is a film that tugs at the heartstrings and gets you to feel "something" for its sad-sack characters, like Bridges' in-pain father, who ditches his corporate job without telling his family to sit drunk on a park bench. Some may label it manipulative, but I give it credit. I'd much rather cry and stir in my seat than be bamboozled to feel intellectually malignant by the condescending and emotionally void Fox Searchlight feature "I Heart Huckabees."
Sony Pictures Classic, which distributes this movie, has decided to cut it loose in two theaters in Los Angeles and New York for a week for Oscar consideration, before pulling the movie until a wider release in February. A shame the film doesn't have a shot at raking in any Awards this year; too much competition from the other players should have made Sony push it to 2005. In any event, I urge audiences out there to watch this movie in February, especially if you want to feel something after a long, dark winter.
My grade: Three stars out of four.