Sean Penn reached star status in the 1980's, and in his new film, he's revisiting the decade in a whole new light.
(Their resemblance is beyond doubt! They look alike!)
The Oscar-winner stars in the Cannes-selected movie "This Must Be The Place," starring as a retired, Robert Smith-esque rocker who, learning of his just passed father's torture in Auschwitz, sets out to seek revenge on the Nazi who inflicted the damage all those years ago. It'd be a compelling role no matter what for Penn, a serious and artistic choice based in social justice, but the addition of the Cure-inspired backstory adds a new dimension to the film.
Frances McDormand and Judd Hirsch co-star in the Paolo Sorrentino-directed film.
The film hasn't received good reviews from the critics and put Penn in an embarassing position.
More in detail:
The issue with " "This Must Be the Place,” Italian auteur Paolo Sorrentino’s first English language feature, has nothing to do with whether it makes light of the Holocaust. That might be a worthy debate if it didn’t face other problems. Chief among them: An uber-campy Sean Penn performance, a gratingly quirky soul-searching plot, and character motives that barely make any sense. It’s far too much of a godawful mess to merit serious moral scrutiny.
Donning a subpar Alice Cooper impression, Penn plays the weary-eyed Cheyenne, a leather-clad middle-aged retiree spending his aimless days in a Dublin mansion. Hidden behind eye shadow and lipstick, his whiny delivery comes across like a John Waters script reject by way of Truman Capote. Early scenes find Cheyenne wandering through life in a daze, staggering through supermall while an eager public snaps photos. His boredom has drained him of a personality. “I’m a tad depressed,” he finally tells his unexplainably normal wife, Jane (Frances McDormand). “Maybe you’re confusing depression and boredom,” she says, which could double as a critique of Penn’s performance.
You can watch the trailer of the movie below.
If “This Must Be the Place” has any source of redemption, it solely belongs to David Byrne. The Talking Heads frontman wrote original music for the movie (and Will Oldham wrote the lyrics). Byrne also performs in movie’s best scene, which has nothing to do with the story surrounding it save for reminding Penn’s character that he has lost his touch. When Cheyenne chats with Byrne after his show, he admires Byrne’s magnificent “Playing the Building” installation in lower Manhattan, a real exhibit that featured a gigantic organ hooked up to the Battery Maritime Building. Admiring Byrne’s genius, Penn bemoans how he only wrote “depressed songs for depressed children.” Since we never hear any of them, his wistfulness draws attention to the flimsiness of the character. In the single scene where Penn actually plays guitar, he also debates with a ten-year-old about whether the Talking Heads or Arcade Fire authored the song in the movie’s title. It’s the kind of in a one-note sketch that would fit better in a Will Ferrell farce.
Eventually, Cheyenne launches on a soul-searching journey to find the dying Nazi who tortured his recently deceased father in Auschwitz. Guided by an over-the-top Nazi hunter played by Judd Hirsch (clearly enjoying himself), Cheyenne begins a road trip through Middle American that goes nowhere, and Penn’s mopey has-been routine starts to feel like a bad joke that just keeps getting worse. Accidentally or not, the script acknowledges as much: “We all play the fool sometimes,” Cheyenne says.
After a brief and competent Harry Dean Stanton cameo, Cheyenne receives the tip he seeks, and “This Must Be the Place” careens toward its insipid anti-climax at the former Nazi’s home. A few confounding monologues later, the movie ends with a shrug, as if Sorrentino never cared about the project in the first place. His capacity for balancing stylistic indulgences with heavy themes makes the tonal confusion especially troublesome. It’s easy to imagine that the Sorrentino behind “Il Divo” and his acclaimed thriller “The Consequences of Love” doing something savvier with this material on his home turf. Instead, “This Must Be the Place” feels the product of a director wandering the wilderness, looking even more stunned than a makeup-clad Penn.
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