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Rock and Vietnam aren't just metaphors in a lot of these films. They're part of the language the characters speak. Like the Iraqi torturer in "Three Kings" interrogating the American soldier. (What happened to Michael Jackson?) Or that to celebrate quitting his job, Kevin Spacey in "American Beauty" gets in his car and sings along with "American Woman." Or that perfect moment in "The Limey" when the young girlfriend of Mr. '60s Peter Fonda, (playing a lovable if loopy record producer who was there, man) looks at a Grateful Dead poster on his bedroom wall and asks him why he has the same poster at home as the one in his office and he unconvincingly protests, "No. They're different." Sarah Vowell Sarah Vowell's column appears on the Arts & Entertainment site every other Wednesday.
As for Vietnam, if the horrors of war were the underlying theme of all previous war literature from Homer on down, Vietnam made that subtext into text. Before Vietnam, I'm not sure an American film would have depicted the crucial, devastating moment in "The Straight Story" when World War II vet Alvin Straight sits down with a fellow vet and confesses to accidentally killing one of his own buddies in the war -- a secret that's clearly been digging a hole inside him for 50 years. Or one of those glorious John Wayne war epics wouldn't have showed, as "Three Kings" did, what happens to a combat corpse in such unflinching detail. Of course, in "Three Kings," the conventional Vietnam-movie question of Should We Be Doing This (A: No), is translated to Mark Walberg's Troy Barlow pointing at an Iraqi soldier and wondering, "Are we shooting people or what?" (A: Yes, he decides, and blows him away.) I've been watching a lot of Billy Wilder movies on video, because I've been reading director (and former rock critic) Cameron Crowe's interview book "Conversations with Wilder." Like everybody else in general and Crowe in particular, I love so many of the old man's films -- "Double Indemnity," "The Apartment," "Sunset Boulevard," even "Sabrina." And while Gloria Swanson and Barbara Stanwyck are as lurid as ever, or Audrey Hepburn's smile and Jack Lemmon's grimace can still break my heart from across the divide of decades, I don't deep-down identify. Maybe it's just the armies of suits, the battalions of ties. I mean, all those million repetitions of the titles "Mr." and "Miss" in "The Apartment" kind of get on my nerves. And just try to get a grip on Fred MacMurray's barbershop buzz after you've just been appalled and therefore enthralled by John Cusack and Cameron Diaz's "Malkovich" mops. I was trying to put my finger on it, this distance I feel between those movies' world and my own, when I came across Crowe's description of a dinner he and his wife had with Mr. And Mrs. Wilder. I found my answer: No rock 'n' roll. The question of whether a chauffeur's daughter can date a rich man's son -- that question has been answered and then some. According to Mick Jagger, she can sleep with him and whoever else she wants. Wilder's strangest character is "Sunset Boulevard's" Norma Desmond. But Norma's only off because she's crazy, which for 6,000 years or so was pretty much the only excuse for acting like Prince or Johnny Rotten. At that dinner, Wilder asked Crowe, "What is rock music?" Crowe, obviously delighted at the query, enthusiastically runs down the history of rock from Robert Johnson through punk and claims that he's "even able to finish by referencing the unplugged version of Eric Clapton's 'Layla' now playing in the next room, bringing it all back to Robert Johnson in less than two minutes." And does the senior citizen have a breakthrough, exhibit some flicker of excitement, crumple his napkin and run out to Tower to dig right in? No, he blurts, "I can live without it." Maybe he could, but the rest of us can't. If we want to go to the movies, we don't even have a choice.
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