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USA 1999
Reviewed by Liese Spencer
Our synopses give away the plot in full, including surprise twists.
New England, 1967. After washing down 50 aspirin with a bottle of vodka, 17-year-old Susanna is sent to Claymore psychiatric hospital. Diagnosed with a "borderline personality disorder" Susanna seems saner than her new friends Lisa (a sociopath), Georgina (a compulsive liar), Daisy (a daddy's girl with an eating disorder) and burns-victim Polly. On the ward, Susanna remembers sleeping with her English teacher and a fellow-student, Tobias.
Tobias turns up one day and tells Susanna he's been drafted. The pair have sex but she turns down his offer to run away to Canada. That night Susanna sleeps with a male nurse and is sent to the head of the hospital the next day. Susanna and Lisa run away together and call in at Daisy's new flat. Lisa confronts Daisy about her father's sexual abuse. The next morning Susanna finds Daisy has hanged herself in the bathroom. Lisa is unrepentant but Susanna returns to the hospital where she recovers and is given a release date. Lisa is hauled back to Claymore. That night, she takes the girls down to the basement, where she reads them extracts from Susanna's diary. Lisa chases Susanna through the corridors taunting her. The next day Lisa is under restraint. Susanna says goodbye before leaving the hospital.
"So many buttons to press," screams Angelina Jolie's sociopath Lisa in Girl, Interrupted, "so why is nobody pressing mine?" Sedated by this sluggish screen adaptation of Susanna Kaysen's 1993 novel, it's easy to sympathise with Lisa's frustration. Perhaps the problem with James Mangold's movie is not that it fails to press the right buttons, it's just they've been worn out with overuse.
In publicity interviews for the film Mangold (director of Heavy and CopLand) admits Kaysen's episodic story "did not translate cinematically." Neither does its mordant wit, which has been compared to Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar. Instead, it's a clumsy cross between an inspirational madness-as-personal-growth drama and a female coming-of-age movie. Attending her "alternative Ivy League", Susanna studies a group of colourfully mad mates who are, of course, more sane than those living in the crazy 60s outside. Patients are force-fed pills. Nurses preach tough love. Basically, it's One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest, with less character development and more life lessons.
The odd wry observation survives, for instance in the scene where new-girl Susanna is given a rundown on the hospital and its patients by a roommate who ends her comprehensive brief by cheerfully confessing to being a pathological liar. However, for the most part, Mangold's direction is thuddingly conventional. Watching the film-maker's blurred shots of Susanna's Valium vision and the Wizard of Oz imagery he uses to suggest Georgie's "parallel universe", it's easy to see how Hollywood, like Claymore, institutionalises its inmates.
As the film chronicles the day-to-day lives of Claymore's nutty dorm girls (including midnight trips to the underground bowling alley), it sags under the weight of its own inconsequence. Only some electric performances keep the flatlining narrative alive. All doe-eyes and hunched shoulders, executive producer Winona Ryder is perfect as the fragile, solipsistic Susanna. Unfortunately, her bravely unsympathetic performance merely illuminates another problem in the shift from book to screen. On paper Susanna's borderline personality disorder may have offered a subtle exploration of the slim, socially determined line between sanity and madness. On screen she appears merely petulant. When nurse Whoopi Goldberg looks up from under her giant Afro and diagnoses Susanna as a "lazy, self-indulgent little girl driving herself crazy," it's hard not to agree and draw unfavourable comparisons with McMurphy's tragic fight against the system in Cuckoo's Nest.
In Girl, Interrupted it's Jolie who gets to sink her teeth into the Jack Nicholson role, her ferocious Lisa providing a much needed contrast with Ryder's understated sulking. Whether strutting across the screen in a blonde fright wig or waiting for an orderly to light her cigarette, she's a sociopath with star power. No less effective is the sad and spooky Brittany Murphy as Daisy, a blank-eyed abuse victim whose patina of pert domesticity disguises a raging appetite for laxatives and rotisserie chicken. But sadly, even Vanessa Redgrave's deliciously dry cameo as headmistressy shrink Dr Wick can't save the shapeless storyline. And Mangold is forced to bring his realist montage of dance lessons, therapy and definitive 60s television to a close with a contrived climax. As a spectral Jolie chases Ryder through the basement screaming "I'm playing the villain," Girl, Interrupted seems to have sunk into self-parody. All that's left is for Ryder's narrator to press the button marked 'trite' by saying at the end: "They were not perfect but they were my friends."