Smoke Movie Review
Smoke Review
"Smoke" Overview

Rating: R
1995
Cast and Crew
Director : Wayne WangProducer : Kenzo Hirikoshi,Greg Johnson,Hisami Kuroiwa,Peter Newman
Screenwiter : Paul Auster
Starring : Harvey Keitel,William Hurt,Forest Whitaker
When you sit in the theater, staring up at the big screen, during the first few
minutes of Smoke, you know you're watching an "Art Movie." Smoke obviously has
no misgivings about its place in the film chain, being perhaps the best example
of a pure character-driven drama to come along in ages.
The sketchy plotline defies explanation. Basically, Smoke is the lazy,
drawn-out story of a smoke shop owner, Auggie (Harvey Keitel), his estranged
lover (Stockard Channing), a favorite patron/novelist, Paul (William Hurt), and
the young man who saves his life (newcomer Harold Perrineau). As $5,000 is
kicked around among these characters, their lives interact in unpredictable
ways. Sometimes this is interesting, often it's just tiresome.
Director Wayne Wang (of The Joy Luck Club) has taken a story in the vein of
Twenty Bucks and basically dragged the comedy out of it in favor of giving us a
talky melodrama. The slow and deliberate pacing of this film can't be stressed
enough. Auggie himself points this out as Paul flips through his photo album:
a series of pictures of the same street corner, one taken each morning at 8
a.m. Paul says he doesn't "get it." Auggie replies, "You'll never get it if
you don't slow down." Wang himself explains that this scene is "the heart of
the film."
That's a fine sentiment for an art gallery, but the last time I checked,
variable-speed movie projectors were still not in heavy use. You can't slow
down a film. It has a natural pace, and Wang has imposed an impossible gait on
what could have been a memorable movie.
It's a shame too, because at the heart of Smoke are some genuine characters
with excellent actors behind them. Smoke is not only a reference to the cigar
store, but it's a metaphor for the fleetness of life, happiness, and
prosperity. (You have to see one scene--the world's most dysfunctional
picnic--to really digest this fully.)
In the end, sitting around, pontificating, smoking, and acting cool can only
carry a movie so far. Maybe if Wang worked on entertaining the audience
instead of experimenting with format, this film would have been a smoother
smoke.
Reviewer: Christopher Null





