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USA 1997
Reviewed by Liese Spencer
Our synopses give away the plot in full, including surprise twists.
Two women, Lou and Carla, stand outside a Manhattan apartment each hoping to surprise her actor boyfriend on his return from a trip to Los Angeles. Lou starts chatting to Carla. As they talk it becomes clear that both women are seeing the same man. Lou breaks into the apartment and lets Carla in. Together they wait for Blake to return and compare notes. Through the window, the women see him arrive by taxi and hide. Blake comes into the apartment and leaves loving phone messages for both women. He plays the piano, phones his mother and his agent. Carla reveals herself and cryptically confronts him over his fidelity. Lou emerges and the women ask him how long he has been two-timing them. He has been seeing both women for three days a week each, claiming to visit his ill mother on the other days. Blake goes into the bathroom and pretends to commit suicide using a fake gun.
As the day progresses Blake makes repeated calls to his mother, and phones the doctor to express his anxiety over her health. Lou and Carla drink Tequila together. Carla and Blake have sex. Carla and Lou reveal they have both been unfaithful to Blake. Lou suggests a ménage à trois, is rejected and leaves, giving Carla her phone number. Some time later. Blake and Carla phone an undertakers to make arrangements for his mother's funeral.
In 1987, Robert Downey Jr played a compulsive womaniser in James Toback's sunny romantic comedy The Pick-Up Artist. Over a decade later, actor and writer/director return to the same territory in Two Girls and a Guy, which sees Downey essaying the role of Blake Allen, a duplicitous cad cornered by the women he's two-timing and made to squirm under the spotlight of their dual interrogation. On the face of it, the film profiles a daring love triangle (a moderately raunchy sex scene between Downey and co-star Heather Graham nearly cost the film a N-17 rating in the US). In fact, it's an old-fashioned romance between a director and his star. After The Pick-Up Artist, Toback has said that he was left feeling they could do something "far bolder". According to the director, after seeing Downey in handcuffs on his way to prison, he knew he was "ready", and wrote him this vehicle.
A more sombre and dramatic treatment of infidelity than their former collaboration, Two Girls and a Guy plays on the off-screen notoriety of both director and star. Toback is a legendary womaniser, Downey a talent tarnished by drug addiction. As it details Blake's feints and evasions, his vanity, aggression and sophistry, Toback's merciless portrait of male selfishness seems an act of contrition from two ex-hellraisers.
In fact, the film is not so much a critique of male narcissism as a product of it. When he wrote him the role, Toback may have believed he was modelling the feckless Blake on Downey (it's certainly impossible not to view Blake's smug amorality and little-boy charm in a harshly ironic light given Downey's history), but the character is closer to his own. What's more, despite its acute observation, Toback's film is less an apology than a celebration of the romantic, male egotist. Sure Blake is weak and ridiculous while the women are strong and dignified, but the bottom line is that they (and we) are supposed to forgive Blake because he's charming. Whether you do or not depends largely on whether you're prepared to indulge Downey as much as Toback. As Blake, Downey proves he has chutzpah to spare, but some may still find it hard to understand why two beautiful and intelligent women would be competing for his wheedling mummy's boy.
In a way, Downey's camp performance fits perfectly with the exaggerated, theatrical tone of this obsessive little melodrama. A three-hander set largely in real time, Toback's densely written chamber piece is described by producer Ed Pressman as a "post-romantic" comedy. For Toback it was clearly conceived as a Serious Entertainment, his staccato script rapping out a self-consciously clever anatomy of modern relationships which veers between cerebral farce, emotional bombast (in one scene Blake recites Hamlet to underline his Oedipal relationship with his mother) and giddy implausibility.
Powered by Toback's fizzing dialogue and strong performances from all three stars (Heather Graham's cool Carla and Natasha Wagner's streetwise Lou prove more than a match for Downey's showboating charisma), the film sustains its comedy of ideas surprisingly well, working best in a light, comic register. "I'm talking about Mormonism," Wagner's Lou says earnestly, when hinting at a ménage à trois. "I think you mean bigamy," Blake replies.
But somewhere along the line the dramatic tension evaporates. Listening to Toback's solipsistic characters relentlessly chewing over their desires becomes an enervating, confessional experience. In the end, Two Girls and a Guy is a bit like watching a cross between a Harvard student review and a highbrow edition of Oprah with studio sofas replaced by the Japanese-style screens of a fashionable SoHo loft.