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Sydney, the hero of "Hard Eight," craves the fate that petrifies Nixon: to live among the shadows, unnoticed. And yet he can't help but be noticed. He's too much of a gentleman. How could his unassuming decency and formality -- as when he tells a cocktail waitress that she doesn't have to flirt with him in order to earn a tip -- not call attention to itself in the midst of Las Vegas' showy vulgarity? And yet his kindness may hide a lurking threat. "Never ignore a man's courtesy," he says sternly at the movie's beginning, and we're caught off-guard, not knowing if we're hearing the hurt of spurned generosity or the coldness of someone who stores up every slight. We find out. But despite Anderson's revelation of Sydney's motives, Hall still seems to be creating a new archetype in the role: the ordinary enigma. Every line in Hall's face, every sleepless night you can read in his eyes, suggests that Sydney has paid for every bit of knowledge he's picked up over the years, that knowing exactly who he is (and what he's capable of) has exacted a price. Yet, it's not hard to believe that he's still decent enough to want to impart some of his knowledge and help John (John C. Reilly, with his mashed face and trusting, hangdog stare), a young drifter who, when Sydney first encounters him, has been trying to win at blackjack to pay for his mother's funeral. That empathy extends to Gwyneth Paltrow, exuding a spacy forlornness as Clementine, the waitress and sometime-hooker John impulsively marries.
"Hard Eight" is a film noir, though what makes it one of the most
accomplished debuts in recent American movies is that Anderson aims higher
than the bloody flashiness that draws most young filmmakers to the genre.
His long takes and extended scenes give his cast time to explore their
characters, and they're all terrific. But this is Hall's movie, and in the
end it all comes down to Sydney's line, "Never ignore a man's courtesy,"
which, in the course of "Hard Eight," functions as solid advice, a threat,
a plea and an elegy for all the unnoticed men that Philip Baker Hall has
made it his business to notice.
Charles Taylor's Home Movies video
column appears every other Monday in Salon.
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