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As in a dream, Jesus brings me a side of scrambled eggs. He wears a big smile and a shiny name tag, every hair in place. Brings me coffee, too. All around us are ancient hardwood, marble and finery, windows looking north onto the sidewalks of downtown Beverly Hills, high ceilings mixing a hundred hearty, rumbling conversations and delicate clinks of porcelain and silver into a genteel cacophony that wreaks havoc on my cheap-ass microphone.
I thank Jesus, dig into my eggs and return my attentions to Terry Zwigoff, acclaimed director of Crumb, Ghost Worldand now Art School Confidential, whom Jesus has already provided with a Spa Breakfast: seasonal smoothie, egg-white omelet, turkey bacon, bran muffins, coffee or tea for $25.
Just a few minutes into our short relationship, I sense in Zwigoff’s countenance — a pallid mix of Charlie Chaplin and Gene Wilder, set off by a black shock of Tim Burton top-hairs — a healthy distrust of anyone hired to ask him questions. Fair enough: In the past, the press widely misreported Zwigoff as having fallen out with his longtime friend, the cartoonist R. Crumb, which was probably pretty annoying. I wouldn’t trust me, either. Still, he offers me his turkey bacon, which is awfully kind and awfully delicious, and throws in a muffin as well.
Finding oneself suddenly breakfasting with famous strangers in the Regent Beverly Wilshire dining room following two hours’ sleep in a cold garage is not an effective way to convince oneself that one is, in fact, awake. Then there’s the issue of tables. Instead of one big breakfast with muffins and coffee for all, the interview has been divided into two interviews at two tables: a short one here with Zwigoff, followed by an even shorter one across the room with Daniel Clowes. I suck down multiple coffees, attempting higher levels of vigilance, while Zwigoff relates one of the pleasant complications of working with John Malkovich, who, in addition to playing Art School’s coddling Professor Sandiford, produced the film (like Ghost Worldbefore it) through his Mr. Mudd production company.
“John has this quality about him that is very unsettling to me,” says Zwigoff, slowly and evenly, partitioning his egg-white omelet with an extremely expensive fork. “I used to think it stemmed from his body of work, and the fact that he often plays villains. But then I realized that it’s because I always think he’s being sarcastic. The bigger he smiles and the more polite he is, the more I interpret it as sarcasm, even though I’ve come to learn that it’s sincere.”
Art School Confidential’s progenitor was a four-page comic-book story created by Clowes, one of the past few decades’ most revered and accomplished cartoonists, as part of his popular Eightball periodical series (which also spawned, in serialized form, Clowes’ utterly engrossing graphic novels Like a Velvet Glove Cast in Iron, Ghost World and Pussey!). Art School Confidential the comic is a series of character studies connected by a conspicuously Clowes-like narrator, a “freelance undercover agent” whose mission is to reveal “the shocking truth about the biggest scam of the century!” — art school.
In the film, that mission has been reduced to a pleasant undercurrent in a script that blends cold satire, bildungsroman and murder mystery. A school-yard bully’s fists start things off, eclipsing the screen of its light and giving the audience the perspective of the victim. Sensitive young Jerome Platz (Max Minghella) emerges from that beating to embark on the path of the American artist: more beatings, followed by enrollment at Strathmore (as in the ubiquitous drawing pads) University, a small, Pratt-like private school located in something resembling Brooklyn on the outside, and UCLA’s North Campus on the inside.
Like the characters in Zwigoff’s earlier films, the protagonists of Art School Confidential are unsettled souls, isolated, eccentric, defining themselves by their relationships with mainstream culture. The Crumb brothers steer clear of it — voluntarily or otherwise — as does Ghost World’s Enid Coleslaw, though doing so means parting ways with family and friends. But Jerome’s emotional isolation eventually takes a physical form that brings about, in a delightfully absurd way, respect from the corrupt art world, and money from the abominable mainstream. It even (sort of) gets him the girl.
There are wonderful performances from Malkovich, Anjelica Huston, Steve Buscemi and Jack Ong among others, but I — a crotchety, penniless art-school graduate myself — was especially drawn to the character of Jimmy, a withered but fast-tongued, crotchety, penniless, Slivovitz-swilling once-upon-a-time Strathmore student, rendered superbly by veteran character wizard Jim Broadbent. It’s a connection Zwigoff admits that he shares too.
“I always think of myself as a bitter, failed artist,” he says. “Mr. Broadbent was one of the most extraordinary actors I’ve ever had the privilege to work with. For some reason, he popped into my mind as soon as I read the script. I like his mild-mannered appearance and, obviously, he’s a great actor. I think the studio at that point was less enthused — I’d just cast two other British actors [Minghella and Sophia Myles], and they thought I was putting together some sort of Royal Shakespeare Theater Company.”
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