Friday, April 3, 2009

Fresh


"We read everyday about kids caught in the cross fire," says Samuel L. Jackson. "There are kids out there, 12 or 13 years old, making life and death decisions that they shouldn't have to make."

Jackson, an actor whose career has run the gamut from Jurassic Park to the upcoming Pulp Fiction, has acquired a hard-edged screen persona through his vivid portrayal of angry black men. In the new film Fresh, he tackles the difficult combination of repressed bitterness and equally repressed affection.

"To me, the great thing about Fresh is that this kid seeks out his father," explains Jackson. "But (the father's) not a very demonstrative guy, and he doesn't know how to reach out to his son. Instead, he passively reinforces the kid's own anger by teaching him speed chess."

Fresh is a determinedly off-beat movie that plays like a cross between Menace II Society and Searching for Bobby Fischer. The title is the street name of the movie's lead character, a 12-year-old kid (Sean Nelson) whose quiet, almost soulful exterior masks an interior of sensitivity, intelligence and rage. Fresh is trapped within the mean streets of Brooklyn, but he desires an imaginary world of sunlight and family togetherness. The reluctant employee of several drug lords, Fresh becomes convinced that his only means of escape from the streets is via a series of Machiavellian power plays that pit various gang members against each other.

"Through the speed chess games," says Jackson, "the father inadvertently teaches the kid aggression and strategy, but he doesn't pass on any positive ways to use them."

On the surface, Fresh may appear to be just another fast-buck turn on urban pathology and the modern gangster genre. But it goes much deeper than that. Its visuals are haunting, almost dreamlike, and it's more concerned with emotions than gunfire.

It was this depth of feeling and story that attracted Jackson and fellow actor Giancarlo Esposito to Fresh. "I'm offered drug dealer parts all the time," Esposito points out. "Normally, I don't want to do those kinds of roles. That's why I only appear in one or two films a year."

Esposito has had major roles in such films as Spike Lee's Do the Right Thing and Malcolm X, as well as the lead in the critically acclaimed (though short lived) TV series Bakersfield PD. He looks like a matinee idol — a crucial element of his performance in Fresh, in which he plays a drug lord who's both vile and perversely understandable.

"Today, movies are all about the evil part," continues Esposito. "Hollywood has created an, atmosphere where people are titillated by violence. It gives them a sense of power, but it doesn't give them any regard for human life. They don't know what death is."

The reality of death is presented in Fresh in a single, shocking gesture in a school yard shoot-out scene. The young girl who Fresh is attracted to is accidentally shot in the neck, and her last seconds of life are visually clocked by the spastic, but gradually slowing, kicks of her feet. The image's focus is small, but its impact is overwhelming, and it clearly places the movie's emphasis on the consequence of violence rather than the thrill of action.

Fresh is a radical departure from the typical 'hood movies that centers on a nightmarish rite of passage during which innocence is betrayed and lost. Ironically, this poetic black thriller is the debut feature film of a young white filmmaker whose previous credit was the screenplay for the Clint Eastwood bomb The Rookie.

"It's not about being either black or white," argues Boaz Yakin, a twenty-something drop-out from both film school and Hollywood. "It's about being an artist. Artists should be able to express themselves anyway that they want, about any subject they want. When you get down to it, people are very similar."

A few years ago, Yakin was on the fast track escalator in LaLa Land, but quickly discovered that he only wanted off. "I was working on a lot of stupid Hollywood action films. I lost my feeling for the work and began hating myself."

Yakin fled to Paris and started writing novels. But his time in the shoot-'em-up mills of the dream factory had left him with a nagging question: "Who is the most powerless type of hero possible?" A question that, in turn, kept bringing him back to an offbeat story idea about a child.

"Then a friend of mine, Lawrence Bender, called me," recalls Yakin. "He has just finished producing Pulp Fiction, and he told me that he could get the money to make any movie I wanted to do."

Yakin doesn't make any pretense of being street-wise or especially knowledgeable about African American life. He did extensive research and was very dependent on the movie's cast for advice. "I'm not trying to pretend that this movie is real," he admits. "It's a reflection of various things, of my feelings about these things."

Indeed, it's at the emotional level where Fresh most definitely succeeds.

1 comment:

paul goldstein said...

An unlovely film that is lovingly/accurately written & most especially lovingly filmed/scored. A real piece of street art, like doored graffiti. Pop the hinge pins and carry this off. I disdain modern art but value this film. Even after seven viewings I will watch it again to catch Sean Nelson's glances and Luis Lantigua's muddled street ramblings half of which I will never understand even with context to provide assistance. Aw-ight.

Yakin...more please. Even a little would be a gift to be savored, not wolfed.
Esposito -- terrific. What an Othello he would make.
Sam Jackson -- gets smarter and more compelling with his chess coaching as his daily buzz grows.
Rosco -- give him to me. What pals we'd make.
Jake -- I should have muscles like his, but keep his nuttiness.
Corky -- too paranoid to rise to his level of "success."
Ms. Wright -- not too zoned out to understand her brother's love for her, apparent in final apartment scene.

This film must be seen multiple times to wring it out.
Why trust me? Don't.
Don't nibble a Clark Bar as it melts in your hand while you gape at the screen.

One big regret: that Sean Nelson was cast opposite scenery-munching dinosaurs Franz and Hoffman in American Buffalo. They ate SN alive...a very poor casting decision.

See FRESH, or I will watch it again for you.