Telling the Truth Can Be Dangerous Business--Ishtar and Bulworth

Beatty-i-ful: Revisiting Ishtar and Bulworth

According to Robin Morgan's The Book of Film Biographies, actor Warren Beatty is "more famous for his espousal of liberal causes and his affairs with actresses from Joan Collins to Madonna--despite his achievements." How unfortunate.

This Hollywood legend has gone from pretty-boy method actor in Elia Kazan's Splendor in the Grass to producer and star of the seminal anti-establishment picture Bonnie and Clyde. He created and starred in films like The Only Game in Town, a fascinating George Steven's gambling picture; The Parallax View, a superb paranoid political thriller; Shampoo, a dark satire in which he plays the only straight hairdresser in California; Robert Altman's masterful McCabe & Mrs. Miller and Heaven Can Wait, a sweet romantic comedy that, consistent with '70s cinema, manged to feel depressing. He also directed and starred in Reds, the critically acclaimed saga of John Reed and played a knockout Bugsy Siegel in Bugsy.

For anyone who knows a few things about film history or read Peter Biskind's gossipy Easy Riders Raging Bulls or really, has any intelligence, you should understand Beatty's contribution to cinema is significant. But how about his contribution to comedy?

Just as I revere Beatty for his work with Kazan, Arthur Penn, Robert Altman and Hal Ashby, I believe the actor to be one of the most underrated comic actors in the business. In his knack for it, the man is near brilliant. Where did he prove this best? In two films where he gets musical--Elaine May's Ishtar, one of the most misunderstood and under-watched comedies of all time and Bulworth, a film that's almost a masterpiece.

I've witnessed countless people make the sour face when I bring up both films only to learn they have usually never even seen Ishtar or simply discount Bulworth as a silly mistake. How wrong they are. Some don't even know the oftentimes genius Elaine May (who directed and co-starred in A New Leaf with Walter Matthau) directed Ishtar. But due to the press attacking the over-budget supposed turkey; it was maligned beyond the level of Gigli. The "Heaven's Gate" of comedy.

So if you haven't, watch Ishtar--and laugh. Especially the hilarious first half hour. Beatty's handsome, shrewd dark side, seen in films such as Lilith, is obscured by a perfectly timed, soft-spoken dumbbell act. Playing the supposedly less attractive friend to "The Hawk" Dustin Hoffman (also hilarious in Ishtar) his half of a struggling songwriting act is so funny and oddly poignant that the moment he opens his mouth to talk, or simply, breath through it, he's comical. Driving an ice cream truck while proudly coming up with the jingle: "Hot fudge love cherry ripple kisses. Lip smacking, back slapping perfectly delicious," we see a guy who's obsessed with his "skill" no matter how much he stinks (and honestly, he's not so bad at times). He strains to think, he stumbles over words (his attempt to pronounce the slang "schmuck" is timed with perfection) and he tries so hard--especially when he belts out: "Telling the truth can be dangerous business, honest and popular don't go hand in hand. If you admit you can play the accordion, they'll never hire you in a rock and roll band!"

Beatty must have given more credence to this lyric than originally imagined. Telling the truth is dangerous business, and Beatty proves it in Bulworth, a political satire that offers an intriguing look at Beatty's sharp cynicism. Written, directed and produced by Beatty, Bulworth tells the story of a U.S. senator from California who becomes insanely depressed during his bid for re-election. Sick to death of his political rhetoric ("we stand at the doorstep of a new millennium"), Bulworth (Beatty) has a nervous breakdown and plots self-assassination. Then he meets Nina (Halle Berry), sheds his old, crooked ways and starts anew by, shockingly, telling the truth. But he's still got a problem: a man is trying to kill him.

Once we see where Bulworth is going, the picture branches into two stories, not always compatible. One is a biting comedy that lampoons white liberal dishonesty. In this story we have a man who, during a speech in a church packed with black supporters, says it is obvious the Democratic Party doesn't care about African Americans. He asserts that they will never amount to anything if they don't put down their "chicken wings and malt liquor" and if they continue to support a "former running back who stabbed his wife." In defense of his candor he shrugs, "Hey, I'm just calling a spade a spade." But there is also a screwball love story that puts whitey in the hood. Here, he hangs with a group of under-age drug dealers, smokes weed, does coke and gets drunk at a black nightclub where he dances crazy style with Nina. Wearing baggy shorts, basketball shoes, a gold chain and a ski cap, Bulworth continues his campaign by rapping on national television--and gains popularity. It is inevitable that Bulworth's rushed, insane honesty (accompanied by Cypress Hill's "Insane in the Membrane") will lead to his downfall. And Bulworth falls hard. Beatty is hilarious showing his new black consciousness, and though his comedic talent could have been bolstered even more by a sharper political wit, the film moved into brave territory that unlike other un-PC lampoons, rarely plays simplistic or merely for shock value.

Faults aside, Bulworth is fascinating. Beatty is presenting blacks in a disadvantaged, urban milieu, but he isn't pandering to them as victims. He finds humor and relevance in the complex tension between the races. Beatty also perfects his "why are you looking at me?" stare. His comedic talent lies in his Dorian Gray ability to reflect through deflecting: We won't see how horrible the world is when we look into Beatty's deceptively childish eyes, and even if we do, we won't care, because they are such nice eyes. The ugliness of his actions in Bonnie and Clyde, the selfishness of his hairdresser in Shampoo, the violence of his psychologist in Lilith and his hacky songwriting abilities in Ishtar are all effectively made pretty, and Beatty is smart enough to know this. As Hoffman says in all seriousness to Beatty in Ishtar: "Shit man, when you're on you're on."

Comments

[kd]

Great post again, Kim.

I'll be watching Warren in "The Parallax View" tonight. It's been a while.

Next month I'm going to seek out underrated films from the 80s (I mean, you never hear much about great "lost" 80s films). I'm going to start with Dennis Hopper's "Out of the Blue" & then Peter Yates' "Eyewitness". (Maybe an undiscovered gem? Haven't seen it yet.) Any suggestions?

[Harvey]

Kevin Reynolds' "Fandango" is a great undiscovered 80's gem. So's his "The Beast," about a Russian tank crew lost in Afghanistan.

I still have to see "Ishtar," and I loathe "Bullworth," but so many others are great - "Parallax," "Shampoo" and especially "Reds." Peter Biskind has a great article in the new VF about the making of that movie, and supposedly his next book is a biography of Beatty, which should be pretty goddamn interesting.

[Matt Love]

I love the movie Ishtar, and I want to see it come out on DVD, with
lots of extra features, and also want the soundtrack to come out. I am
very encouraged that there are more and more Ishtar fans coming out of
the closet, and proudly and boldly proclaiming their affection for
this funny and clever movie. I think that Hoffman and Beatty are at
their best in this movie. While it was great to see them together
again in Dick Tracy, it's too bad that the movie did so poorly that a
sequel was forever out of the question. At least, to paraphrase
Humphrey Bogart in that other great desert classic, "We'll always have
Ishtar."

If you feel the same way way I do about this under-appreciated
classic, please join my Yahoo group, "I Love Ishtar"

by sending an e-mail to ILoveIshtar-subscribe@yahoogroups.com

and lets get started!