MOVIE REVIEW
Kaboom (2010)
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Thomas Dekker in “Kaboom.”
End of the World? Maybe. First, Sex.
By A. O. SCOTT
Published: January 27, 2011
Smith, the bisexual Southern California college student whose misadventures — some possibly in his own head, many in other people’s beds — are at the center of “Kaboom,” is a cinema studies major. This fact in itself may not be enough to establish him as an alter ego for the director, Gregg Araki, but it does allow Mr. Araki to offer some hints about what he is up to in this chaotic, trifling, oddly likable film.
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At one point Mr. Araki’s super-bright color scheme gives way to flickering black-and-white images culled from the early, silent, aggressively Surrealist work of Luis Buñuel. Buñuel’s insight in “L’Age d’Or” and “Un Chien Andalou” — independently repeated a few years later by Leo McCarey in the Marx Brothers vehicle “Duck Soup” — was that the syntax of film could make the incongruous appear coherent. An illusion of continuity is produced that can turn nonsense into sense, even as the medium’s compression and fracturing of time can have the opposite effect.
And Mr. Araki works the logic both ways. “Kaboom” is both crazily disjunctive and smooth, jumping from polymorphous sex comedy to murder mystery to paranoid apocalyptic science-fiction freakout, with nimble nonchalance and up-to-the-minute pop music cues. As Smith (Thomas Dekker) and his best friend, Stella (Haley Bennett), trade sarcastic banter and exercise their late-adolescent libidos, weird things start to happen. Strangers whom Smith has seen in dreams show up at parties. Shadowy figures in animal masks commit grotesque acts of violence that leave behind no evidence. Stella’s lover, Lorelei (Roxane Mesquida), turns out to have supernatural powers, which come in handy during sex but turn scary once Stella tries to cool things down a little.
So there is the stalker-witch-lesbian spoke of the narrative, which ultimately joins — haphazardly and almost facetiously, true to the movie’s governing spirit — a bunch of others. Smith lusts after his roommate Thor (Chris Zylka), a hunky, blond, clothing-optional surfer who is avowedly heterosexual but whose behavior illustrates the axiom that “straight guys are gayer than gay guys.” This wisdom is offered by London (Juno Temple), a pixieish adventuress who becomes Smith’s frequent bedfellow and might almost be mistaken, if “Kaboom” allowed such conventional terms, for his girlfriend.
Smith is also picked up by a stud on the beach, courted by a sweet nerd named Oliver, and more and more obsessed with his strange visions. To say that the various loose ends are gathered up in the end is accurate enough, but really beside the point. Mr. Araki is not trying to harmonize the disparate elements of campus soap opera, soft-porn farce, serial-killer thriller and (what was it again?) apocalyptic science-fiction freakout, but rather to shake them all together until they explode.
Several characters say they feel the world is coming to an end, a signal that the movie is accelerating toward its own conclusion. Which raises, in the viewer’s mind, the usual question: bang or whimper? A little of both, really, but mostly a hollow pop, like a Champagne-bottle party favor filled with confetti. And this, too, is part of the point. It would be silly to fault “Kaboom” for being shallow or unserious; its whole mode of being is profoundly antiserious, playfully assaulting any form of earnestness other than Smith’s emo melancholy.
But there is also a peculiar undercurrent of nostalgia. In the 1990s Mr. Araki made his reputation on a series of films that pushed sexual freedom and youthful rebellion to the point of nihilism. Their titles — “The Living End,” “The Doom Generation,” “Nowhere”and one that can’t be printed here — evoke the basic attitude, if not the full measure, of Mr. Araki’s furious wit. “Kaboom,” following the somber, beautiful drama of “Mysterious Skin” and the relaxed goofiness of “Smiley Face,” represents the director’s desire to get back in touch with his old, bad-boy self.
Who wouldn’t want to? Then again, who can? “Kaboom” has some of the passionate awkwardness of a punk-band reunion tour. But there is something forced and inauthentic about the way the film throws itself at its characters, a bunch of smart, randy, uninhibited kids who frolic like rabbits and talk like junior semioticians. Those kids are all right — and cute as can be — but what about the guy with the camera who’s always following them around? Is he the too-hip junior professor, or another sad, aging graduate student checking the mirror to reassure himself that he’s really still young, and still cool?
KABOOM
Opens on Friday in Manhattan.
Written and directed by Gregg Araki; director of photography, Sandra Valde-Hansen; music by Ulrich Schnauss, Mark Peters, Vivek Maddala and Robin Guthrie; production design by Todd Fjelsted; costumes by Trayce Gigi Field; produced by Mr. Araki and Andrea Sperling; released by IFC Films. At the IFC Center, 323 Avenue of the Americas, at Third Street, Greenwich Village. Running time: 1 hour 26 minutes. This film is not rated.
WITH: Thomas Dekker (Smith), Haley Bennett (Stella), Chris Zylka (Thor), Roxane Mesquida (Lorelei), Juno Temple (London), Andy Fischer-Price (Rex), Nicole LaLiberte (Red-Haired Girl), Jason Olive (Hunter), James Duval (the Messiah), Brennan Mejia (Oliver) and Kelly Lynch (Nicole).
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