Kevin Smith's first film, Clerks, stigmatized him as one
of those clever young indie auteurs who rankles Hollywood convention
and proves so popular among alternative twentysomethings. That's
a difficult label to live up to as other flash-in-the-pan filmmakers
like Steven Soderbergh (sex, lies and videotape) and Richard
Linklater (Slacker) have already proven. With Chasing
Amy, however, Smith enters a new pantheon of filmmakers who
are thankfully more interested in making good movies than with
rocking the Hollywood boat or appealing to grunge-minded soundtrack
buyers. Part romantic comedy, part gender studies class, Chasing
Amy is one of the most honest and inventive boy-meets-girl
stories in recent memory.
Ben Affleck plays Holden, a successful artist who--along with
potty-mouthed pal Banky (Jason Lee)--cranks out the wildly popular
comic book Bluntman and Chronic. One fateful day, our sensitive
hero meets struggling underground comic artist Alyssa Jones (played
in full-on fetching mode by Joey Lauren Adams) and falls head
over hightops in love. No romantic comedy can proceed without
the proper hurdles to overcome, of course, and Chasing Amy
gives us a doozy that even Carl Lewis couldn't clear. It seems
that Ms. Jones is a lesbian. Normally that would put the brakes
on any sort of relationship, but Alyssa and Holden really do make
a great couple. They have so much in common that they cannot not
be together. Naturally, Alyssa's lesbian friends don't take kindly
to her growing friendship with Holden. Naturally, Holden's lifelong
pal Banky feels slighted because of Holden's waning attention.
Naturally, one thing leads to another and Holden and Alyssa do
the deed.
Chasing Amy is, above all, an examination of modern sexual
politics. "Why can't we love whoever we want?" is the
question most often raised. Once upon a time, we Americans were
forced to adhere to antiquated notions of gender and sexual preference.
Homosexuality was just plain wrong. Now we seem to be caught in
an even more complex trap. Are the labels "gay" and
"lesbian" any less confining than the label "straight?"
Is a woman who prefers to sleep with women "betraying"
her sexuality if she sleeps with a man? These are the issues that
Chasing Amy raises. Not only does it raise these issues,
it confronts them, hashes them out and beats its brains in trying
to deal with them.
Affleck and especially Adams inject a fierce emotional reality
into their characters. One scene in particular in which Alyssa
confronts her checkered past in the rain outside a hockey rink
is a bruiser. This isn't one of those happy, fatuous tales of
boy-meets-girl, boy-loses-girl, boy-gets-girl. Kevin Smith knows
he's treading on touchy territory here. Smith at least has the
courage to toss our two main characters together and let them
deal with the emotional after effects, good or bad.
Keep in mind, of course, that this is a Kevin Smith film. Aside
from the surprisingly raw-boned emotions, there is plenty of gut-busting
rude boy comedy. As a writer, Smith has always been a sharp observer
of the wit and the fool in all of us. His backdrop--that of today's
flourishing underground comic industry--gives Smith plenty of
room to vent about his favorite obsession. Anyone who knows comic
books will know how creepily accurate his version of this world
is. Co-star Dwight Ewell makes an especially lasting impression
as a gay comic book artist masquerading as a militant tough guy.
Of course, the ever-present Jay and Silent Bob make their trademark
appearance.
Chasing Amy is funny, emotional and manages to touch on
some very real social nerves. The film marks a new era for its
maker. Smith has gone from a loud-mouthed, dirty-minded slacker
to a loud-mouthed, dirty-minded slacker with heart.