Monday, June 30, 2014

Movie break (Summer Lite): Jim Carrey cuts loose in a crime-noir/Looney Tunes caper: The Mask (1994)

Seventh in the series: Post–Soviet Union Adventure, Days of Clintons Past: A look back at cultural ephemera of the 1990s

Subsections below:
The story: a crime caper plus a Jekyll-and-Hyde variation
Where the fun is: Carrey, augmented, a la Looney Tunes mania
A feast of colorful (if stock) characters, and even a Latino-style dance sequence

[Edits 7/1/14. Edits 7/6/14.]

Let me first say that, while this film is probably most widely known about (today) by those fanboys and –girls of the comic series The Mask, I don’t know the comic series, and indeed am not a big comic-series person at all. Just as quickly, I don’t want to seem antagonistic to that constituency, as I might seem at times in my blog toward the sci-fi/fantasy constituency, with which I court a little disfavor only in a semi-playful way that need not be further explained at this time.

Here, I just want to look at a film that is interesting even for those who are not comics mavens. It is a well-crafted, detail-rich film, with a lively sense of fun in fleshing out its fantasy-shaped world. Its director, Charles (“Chuck”) Russell, seemed to have a firm, creative grip on the rudder of this film (and his DVD commentary shows his clear ideas and craftsmanly approach). It also remains remarkable for doing this in line with the early-1990s level of CGI; some might find it old-fashioned today in this regard, but I like how well it achieves its effects, in melding “analog” production techniques with old-school CGI.

Moreover, it has a colorful performance by Jim Carrey, who took the cinematic world by some kind of storm in 1994 with his effective debut (outside TV) in “Jerry Lewis–plus” roles in no fewer than three films: Ace Venture: Pet Detective; this one; and Dumb and Dumber.


The story: a crime caper plus a Jekyll-and-Hyde variation

The film is influenced to a large extent by comics (in its stylized sets and visual touches) and noir sensibility (the crime aspect, a sense of doom hanging over Edge City, and noir’s visuals “represented” by color schemes here—such as juxtaposed red and blue). Whatever the Mask comic’s conception of the character, Jim Carrey’s Mask is a sort of ambiguous Mr. Hyde to his clean-shaven Dr. Jekyll of a bank worker, Stanley Ipkiss. Russell notes that there was debate in preproduction about how to design the Mask character for the film, especially how far to go making him a dark creature heading a sort of horror film. The film ends up delivering a variation on the Jekyll-and-Hyde story, with the Mask the creature that is not quite a horror, which Stanley turns into when he puts on a mask that he had found floating amid garbage in a river (it had earlier been accidentally freed from a submerged, locked chest).

The Mask, in effect, releases all the Id-type sides of a person’s character (to reference Freud), and then some. When Stanley becomes the Mask, he becomes a wild, jokey, mugging character who likes to party, doesn’t feel remorse over robbing a bank, and otherwise leaves a trail of mischief and “goofing with” people—and proving to be an amalgam of the Tex Avery–style Looney Tunes cartoon characters of the 1940s, Daffy Duck, Bugs Bunny, Yosemite Sam, the Tasmanian Devil, and others. This represents the third major influence on the film, the Looney Tunes one (some of the trademarks are shown in shots), which moves the film from a horror angle to a more loony-cartoon, let’s-be-a-wildman story. Here, Carrey with his moderate, cartoonish-but-fun histrionics when he’s Stanley is melded in alternate scenes to his CGI-aided, wilder Mask character, which allows him to ape various of the Looney Tunes characters, and this provides the most fun component of the film.

The plot is easy enough to apprehend from a few viewings: Stanley is “targeted” as a sort of dupe by Tina Carlisle (a debuting Cameron Diaz), who is a cabaret singer in a club run by Dorian Tyrell (sounding at least once like “Terrell”—there are different pronunciations through the film; played by Peter Greene, who is also in The Usual Suspects). Tyrell is an upstart hood with henchmen, who wants to take over leadership of the city’s underworld culture from Niko (Orestes Matacena), an aging crime boss who for his own part wants to keep Dorian in line. With Stanley, Tina pretends to want to open a bank account—allowing a fun scene with her flirting none-too-subtly with Stanley, with Carrey’s comic take on a shy yuppie—while (secret from Stanley) she helps Dorian case the bank with a camera (in her purse) that is broadcasting images of the place to Dorian’s office. Dorian figures, get some money, then he can take the town over from Niko.

Tina (Diaz playing her seems quite the ingĂ©nue here) soon is proven to be a girl who (1) at first seems a “bad” camp follower of the town underworld (she starts out as Dorian’s girlfriend), and then, (2) perhaps won over by the Stanley’s earnest nobility (and aided by a wild dance time at the club with the Mask, who excites her but who she later suspects, to enough satisfaction, is Stanley), is an ally of Stanley’s as a love relationship develops between them. Tina then helps Stanley quash Dorian’s big plan that sets up the film’s climax. As you might have guessed, this is a film that, similarly to Star Wars (1977) or Who Framed Roger Rabbit? (1988) or numerous others, takes stock or hackneyed plot elements and characters from the history of film, and builds interest in the audience with the novel ways that these are adapted in the new film.

Stanley’s bank workmate Charlie (Richard Jeni), who like others in this film gives a stock performance as a sort of loyal sidekick (the film rather styles itself after 1940s character styles, as well as in some of the look), wants to take Stanley on a double date to the Coco Bongo club, an “in” nightclub—which happens to be run by Dorian.

It is when Stanley drives his horror of a loaner car—his own is left at a service station, getting more serious repairs than he’d expected—and it breaks down on a bridge beneath which he finds the mask in the river. (An expert and book author on “the masks we wear” metaphorically, Dr. Arthur Neuman [Ben Stein], later tells Stanley in a professional consultation that the mask looks like an image of Loki, the Norse god of mischief.)

Once home, after accidentally putting river water on Mrs. Peenman’s (the landlord’s) carpet, Stanley eventually gravitates, with curiosity, to putting on the mask. In a swirl of Tasmanian Devil–like tornado movement, he becomes the green-faced Mask, complete with somewhat alienating, big-toothed face and jaunty/mischievous cartoon voice, and the first episode of the Mask’s mischief—and potential for doing good—happens that night, setting into motion the larger Jekyll-and-Hyde story.

Police start looking into the mayhem distributed by the Mask through the city (first at Stanley’s apartment building), and Lieutenant Kelloway (Peter Riegert) gets fairly quickly to be on Stanley’s trail. So Stanley ends up with two “enemies”—Dorian, who resents the Mask’s muscling in on Dorian’s territory in robbing a bank—and Kelloway, who—having sussed out the connection between Stanley and the Mask—starts to regard innocent Stanley as a more menacing character than he really is.


Where the fun is: Carrey, augmented, a la Looney Tunes mania

This shouldn’t be more complicated than I may have made it sound (though Leonard Maltin’s compendium reflects on the complexity of the plot); the story is not terribly hard to follow, and the film invites more than one look, which allows appreciating the story. The real fun comes from seeing Carrey go through his manic performance as the Mask, and as Stanley becoming increasingly frazzled as he starts to understand what he, as the Mask, has been doing at night. Stanley’s story is fleshed out, though it becomes rather hokey, as he accepts the responsibility of vanquishing Dorian in the latter’s effort to pull off a climactic, explosive bit of nihilism and revenge at the Coco Bongo club, once he has gotten the mask from Stanley.

The movie is most detail-oriented, and dense, when it comes to Carrey’s Mask performance, not only in his acting (which sometimes seems a bit hammy but usually is on target) aided by CGI that expands the Carrey physical tricks, but also in the Looney Tunes–style sound effects whose general nature fans of those cartoons will recognize on seeing the movie. In other words, a person can’t bend like a rubber two-dimensional character without some “wow, wow” sound—and it all seems to work here entertainingly, not seeming too derivate or schlocky.


A feast of colorful (if stock) characters, and even a Latino-style dance sequence

There are quite a few side characters, and this might make the film seem cluttered at first, but subsequent viewings endear them to us, and the added persons liven up interest.

* There is Peggy Brandt (Amy Yasbeck), an earnest newspaper reporter who first seeks out Stanley as a possible witness to weird doings at the service station where Stanley’s car has been worked on, and turns out to be a little more cynical—if still well-meaning to Stanley—than she initially appears.

* There is Doyle (Jim Doughan), Lieutenant Kelloway’s assistant who seems here mainly for goofy-comic relief (though he has one truly funny line, after a long dance sequence involving the city’s police: he says “The SWAT team got an offer to open in Vegas”).

* Mrs. Peenman (Nancy Fish) is colorful as the irascible, comically-shrewish landlady.

* A bit of trivia revealed by director Russell on the DVD is that the cavernous garage that is the setting for the service station was also the setting for the office (or equivalent) of the “ghostbusters” of the eponymous 1984 film.

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There is some humor that may be tasteless to some, or may go over some people’s heads (example: after the Mask has struck the sleazy service station and done a physical number, involving loose exhaust pipes, on its two workers, an emergency worker the next morning requests on his radio that a proctologist be at hand to treat the two victims).

One feature of the film is a little curious to me. Just as in some of the old Looney Tunes cartoons, there could be a sudden interlude of a Hispanic dance number—I can picture Daffy Duck with a Carmen Miranda headdress leading the dance—the same is done here, but with huger production values: police cars all around, police dancing, a helicopter with search light. The music shifts to different styles in suite-like manner, including a conga-train phase. Director Russell on the DVD says he’d felt this was the centerpiece of the film. And Carrey, in Mask mode but “magically” dressed in flamenco-dancer garb, is leading the dance and—singing! Yes, Carrey singing “Cuban Pete,” and this song is even included on the film soundtrack recording. Well, in my opinion, Carrey is not a terrific singer, and over the longer term of his career, we haven’t needed that out of him anyway, but this was early in his film career, and I guess the producers were trying for every marketing-apt angle they could.

But this dance sequence has the same effect for me that the old cartoon versions did: it seems a little boring and embarrassing, and slackens the tension in the film. But after seeing The Mask a few times, you find it grows on you; but still you are tolerating it to some extent, such as if Old Uncle Vanya does what he always does at a Sunday family dinner: sings a lively tune from the old country in his flat voice, and you listen politely, and even get a little pleasure out of it, but wouldn’t mind if it was never part of the dinner experience in the future.