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I
never have been a big fan of biopics, but after having seen The
Aviator, which happens to be the sixth biopic I’ve seen
in the last month, my opinion has changed. No longer do I merely
dislike biopics, I now hate them. The primary problem is that biopics
– like all “based on a true story” stories, but
especially biopics – are rarely literature. They’re
history. And I’m beginning to think it’s just me, but
I don’t go to the movies for history lessons, I go for literature.
Maybe I should change my mindset about biopics from the start, but
I still don’t like them.
The Aviator is a classic biopic – on a very large
scale. Tons of sets, tons of actors, tons of costumes and tons
of footage. The Aviator is the classic Oscar seeker,
doing everything on the largest scale possible. It amounts to
a fairly entertaining watch visually.
But it’s still just your classic biopic. As is standard,
we have a historical character, in this case Howard Hughes (Leonardo
DiCaprio), who is important for having done something great, in
this case, having forwarded the airline industry by pushing newer
and better airplanes. The character is also “interesting”
because inevitably there are problems in his personal life. In
Hughes case, this involves the early death of his parents and
his subsequent early inheritance of a fortune, his aggressive
personality, his escapades with various movie stars, most notably
Katherine Hepburn (Cate Blanchette), and most significantly, his
struggle with a sever case of obsessive compulsive disorder.
As the film wanes on, Hughes’ career becomes less and less
of the primary subject and the growing OCD become more and more
a factor. He goes from merely washing his hands too much to eventually
locking himself naked in a room for a long period of time. DiCaprio
performs the difficult task adequately, but the film never makes
anything of it. In the end, it is nothing but a “trial”
that some guy in history dealt with. That is not interesting.
That’s not to say that the film as a whole is without interest.
Hughes is very generally an engaging character as one who is willing
to sacrifice all else in order to realize a vision that few others
share. More fun than Hughes is Katherine Hepburn, particularly
Blachette’s performance of her. It seemed a bit much, but
then maybe that’s the way Hepburn really was, I don’t
know. In any case, it was fun to watch.
In the end, The Aviator struggles with the classic biopic
problem. The life of the person in question is mildly interesting,
and one that would certainly warrant a “they should make
a movie out of that” type comment. But it seems like these
types of stories are for the small screen, during the day. Primarily
because they just aren’t good enough as stories to stand
up to the other big screen entries. Though The Aviator
certainly isn’t up there with film’s best, Scorsese’s
flies the biopic into grandiose enough skies that it’s worthy
of the big screen.
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