Cinema d’Opie, Part II

Written by Armond White on . Posted in Arts Our Town, Arts Our Town Downtown, Arts West Side Spirit.

Ron Howard eats his own dust in Rush

Chris Hemsworth in Rush

Chris Hemsworth in Rush

By subject matter alone, Howard’s new film Rush, about the 1970s rivalry of Formula 1 race car gladiators Tom Hunt and Niki Lauda, belongs to the latter category. It is another impersonal, imitative celebrity epic but more puzzling than the others since the relatively unknown stars (beefy blond Chris Hemsworth as Hunt and anxious-eyed Chris Bruhl as Lauda) are not exactly box-office draws. Howard’s celebrity-worship is literalized through the film’s rather obscure protagonists–more lost to history than Howard’s Opie years but standard material for star-fucker screenwriter Peter Morgan. Morgan is as impersonal as Howard, making a career out of celebrity bio-pics from The Last King of Scotland and The Queen to Frost/Nixon—all imitations of a kind. These films have nothing to do with politics beyond the spectacle of power which is essentially what most Hollywood films made on Howard’s expensive level are also, basically, exercises of power: projects that Howard and producer Brian Grazer can make happen even though they’re not worth making.

If Howard was a film artist, Rush might have explored the testosterone urge of drivers who put themselves outside the safety zone of pedestrian sports. Morgan’s celeb-fixation prefers superficial “personal” anecdotes about Hunt/Lauda’s sponsorships, girl-chasing and marriages. Attempting to deepen the shallow personality clash of Frost/Nixon (that disingenuous dialogue between propagandistic political effigies), Howard and Morgan proffer the secret antagonism/admiration between Hunt and Lauda—which is equally disingenuous. One foul scene has Hunt assault a journalist who embarrasses Lauda at a press conference. Howard’s use of crowd-pleasing brutality proves Opie has turned into a dope.

The 1970s period details (including music) are so glib the movie never catches imaginative hold and the shift to racing sequences hustle viewers into visual chaos—especially the climactic race in Japan during inclement weather. Here Howard imitates Michael Mann, going for existential blur through cinematographer Anthony Dod Mantle’s confusion of film/video abstraction. This is a long way from the pellucid beauty that d.p. Mikael Salomon achieved in Far and Away and Backdraft. Rush coulda/shoulda been a kinetic thrill but if you recall the embarrassing action sequences in The DaVinci Code, the inert Apollo 13 which climaxed when white collar NASA workers stood around applauding, you know Howard has no skill for movement or montage. Instead of imitating past race car movies like Grand Prix, Bobby Deerfield or Eat My Dust, he takes the Hollywood Oscar-winner route of ersatz style. That’s what glorified hacks do.

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