Holmes Fried (2003 Article)
Just another scathing review. 10 years ago this week! Tomorrow, there is a great alternative city magazine article coming…stay tuned! “Gunning For Eddie!” is the title.
Some critics have a really bad taste for the characters and the real people in Wonderland, and I can understand that. Similarly, I never understood Truman Capote’s love or fascination for that family murderer from In Cold Blood. But, I guess that if I spent six years interviewing Eddie Nash, then we too might become bro’s. Hell, Greg Diles could drive us to SONIC in one of Ed’s convertibles for some brown bag specials.
Holmes Fried
Wonderland’s tale of a porn star’s decline might have had resonance if any of it felt real
by Jean Oppenheimer | Phoenix New Times | Thursday, October 16, 2003
If you lie down with dogs, you’ve got to expect to get up with fleas. And when you go to a movie about a coked-out former porn star who was implicated in the grisly murders of four lowlife drug-dealers — a case which remains “officially” unsolved to this day — well, you’d better figure on a full medicated bath afterwards because a flea collar just ain’t going to do it.
In fact, a shower is exactly what you’ll want to take after watching this fact-based crime drama about the brutal 1981 slaying of four people who were bludgeoned to death inside a home on Wonderland Avenue in a well-to-do section of Los Angeles. (Given the LaLa Land setting, the title is obviously a play on words — and worlds). Adult film star John Holmes (Val Kilmer), the king of 1970’s porn flicks, was suspected in the murders and, while he was eventually charged (which occurs after the film ends and is alluded to merely in a postscript), he was also acquitted.
Director Paul Thomas Anderson‘s 1997 film Boogie Nights might seem the obvious comparison (the fictional character of Dirk Diggler in that picture was loosely based on Holmes), but Wonderland is not interested in the big man’s porn activities. Rather, it focuses on the murders and the events leading up to them.
The film opens after Holmes’ “acting” career has ended. A coke addict and petty criminal, he has burned most of his friends but is never above hatching one more plot. Hoping to share in the spoils, he tells scumbag Ron Launius (Josh Lucas, once again an unnervingly convincing hedonist and sociopath) about a stash of drugs and money that reptilian drug dealer Eddie Nash (Eric Bogosian), another Holmes associate, has hidden in his house. With his partners in crime, Billy Deverell (Tim Blake Nelson) and biker David Lind (an unrecognizable Dylan McDermott in a nice change of pace for him), Launius stages a home invasion.
The cocky Launius makes the mistake of humiliating but not killing Nash, and it doesn’t take Eddie long to get Holmes to rat out his friends. Whether Holmes joined in the revenge killings of Launius, Deverell and two women (Lind wasn’t home at the time) could never be proven.
Director and co-writer James Cox goes for a highly stylized look: hyper-active hand-held camera, quick cuts, split screens, blown-out whites and a preponderance of in-your-face close-ups shot from every conceivable angle. There is a dishwater brown tint to the film, which has been shot and/or processed to give it a grainy, textured look. It’s so treated it looks fake. Certain scenes play out as if shot under a strobe black light — dark, indistinct, and slightly hallucinatory. The violence is visceral and graphic.
Cox’s approach to the material is understandable; he wants to convey the moral ugliness of this world and the hopped-up frenzy of its permanently high inhabitants. But while this may be exactly the way to tell the story, at times it feels as if Cox is just showing off what he can do: lots of style but not much else. One thing is certain: he has carried off his particular vision with aplomb.
The problem is that the characters are such creepy, despicable vermin that you can’t connect with any of them (not even Lisa Kudrow, who does a nice turn as Holmes’ estranged wife, or a dark-haired Kate Bosworth as his girlfriend). As good as all the actors are — Kilmer excels at just this sort of scuzzy creature — they are basically given just one dimension to play. Some people really are that irredeemable, of course, but presenting a film in which the viewer ends up recoiling from (or being completely indifferent to) everybody makes for a flat film. Not that psychological insight would redeem any of these sleaze balls, but it might help the viewer get drawn into their story, much as audiences were able to see the characters in Boogie Nights as flawed, morally questionable, even pathetic — but nonetheless real — people.
James DelCol, 
criticextraordinaire 5:57 pm on October 17, 2013 Permalink |
The writer of that article seems just a tad judgmental. 😦
scabiesoftherat 1:29 am on October 18, 2013 Permalink |
I suppose it’s his job to do that. All I know is that I watched that movie, straight, without so much as a pause for a bathroom break,….then, when it ended and went to the DVD main menu, I hit play and did the same exact thing again. I believe that, over Boogie Nights, THIS is truer to the story than anything. I mean, you could just feel 1981 in this flick and you could just feel the characters. They were one dimensional because they WERE one dimensional. How can he criticize Cox for that?
John 8:24 am on October 18, 2013 Permalink
Yes, nothing wrong with being one dimensional. In movies like Blow and a few other classics, there’s time for a love story and raising kids. That would have been anti-Wonderland and boring as shit.
James DelCol 11:51 am on October 25, 2013 Permalink |
He’s a bit backed up. He needs to get laid. Has he ever gotten laid? He knows nothing of art that is for sure. If serving our country for ten years during a war is not redeemable, I don’t know what is. Every life is redeemable according to every religious theory on the planet. Even Ron could have been redeemed if given a proper place to go to clean out.
Wonderland and LA during this period is a culture study. During this time was the birth of modern day heavy metal. So you could go hear Motley Crue, an 80’s new wave band or The Runaways and Joan Jett. Then you could go up to the Canyon Store and get some Seconal and hang out at the Wonderland house. Can’t do that anymore. It is a much more underground scene and far more inglorious now. People used to party for a purpose. Their music was more politically charged than the rest of LA during this time. Motley Crue was not going to sing an anti-war song.
According to this guy’s article, everyone who parties up is a “sleaze ball”. Is that really how it is? Sometimes people who venture out of their traditional landscape become more creative. So, stop going to church and go get some “Goddamn mutha….. SMACK!!!!” I’m joking, that is the wrong drug.
Most drugs are considered no good. Marijuana is gaining some strength out there. People are ok with herb. Drinking and just about any other drug will screw up your life. I think MDMA will gain in acceptance over the years. They are treating Iraqi and Afghani Vets with PTSD with MDMA. It will be available to the public in the next 10 years. Ron Launius and other people who became addicted had to show us all and we had to learn the lessons of how not to party. Dealers never seem to learn because they are rewarded until they are put in jail.
End WOT and War on Drugs. Legalize. Neither war are going to work. They will not prevent one terrorist attack or save one life from drug overdose until the US changes course politically and legally. We’re in an awful mess right now. We are creating enemies to hold onto our huge military and police forces. We seem to have a need to keep cops and soldiers busy.
We are currently making terrorists and enemies all over the world with our drone strikes and secret spy tactics. We need to change course politically and legally. Restore the 4th amendment and let the ACLU argue its cases in the Supreme Court. Abolish FISA court. Treatment instead of jail time for addicts.
I would have given Ron Launius a chance to get it right. Introduce him to some sober people and connect him with sober people. Maybe he would turn around. Addicts can get this done, if they try. Either way, locking them up does nothing. In fact, an addict if so inclined can get drugs in jail as they do on the street. They worsen in jail. I would call for extended rehab instead of jail time. We have to use reason and our intellect to understand that it isn’t eye for an eye that works best.