Tommy Lee Jones, Hilary Swank
“THE HOMESMAN” My rating: B+
122 minutes | MPAA rating: R
At age 68, Tommy Lee Jones is not going gently.
His recent selection of film roles — “No Country for Old Men,” “The Company Men,” “In the Valley of Elah” — have found him facing the dark side of human nature (not to mention the darkness at the end of the line) with varying degrees of resistance and resignation.
His choices as an auteur are even bleaker. He made his directing debut in 2005 with the angry, violent “The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada,” playing an American rancher transporting his friend’s body to Mexico for burial.
With his sophomore effort, “The Homesman,” Jones gives us a revisionist Western that defies expectations at every turn.
It’s a genuine art film in the vein of Aussie productions like “The Proposition.” Moreover, “The Homesman” embraces a world view as bleak as anything in Cormack McCarthy.
Hilary Swank is Mary Bee Cuddy, a single woman operating her own small farm in the Nebraska Territory of the 1850s. In the opening scene she proposes marriage to her closest neighbor, a fellow eight or nine years her junior. For her effort Mary Bee is rejected as “homely and bossy.” Well, she is definitely both. But she is also, as she says, “uncommonly alone.”
The plot of “The Homesman” is kicked into gear by three local women (Miranda Otto, Grace Gummer, Sonja Richter) who all have gone mad during a miserable Nebraska winter.
Tommy Lee Jones
he causes of their mental breakdowns are varied: Crop failures, the diptheria deaths of children, the peculiar form of stir craziness generated by flat empty landscapes under neverending skies. One woman has thrown her newborn child into a freezing privvy. One is catatonic. Another can’t stop shrieking and biting.
Perhaps sensing how close she is to joining them, Mary Lee Cuddy volunteers to guide these three lost souls across 200 miles of prairie to western Iowa where a church is willing to take them in and send them along to their families in the East.
Along the way she picks up George Briggs (Jones), a bewhiskered reprobate whom she discovers bound and sitting atop a horse with a rope around his neck. Accused of claim-jumping, Briggs has been left to hang by vigilantes; Mary Bee offers him the chance to live and the promise of $300 if he will accompany her and the mad women all the way to Iowa.
This setup (Jones, Kieran Fitzgerald and Wesley A. Oliver adapted Glendon Swarthout’s novel) promises familiar pleasures. No doubt the three lunatics — imprisoned in a sort of crude gypsy caravan — will break out of their shells of misery. And perhaps the prim and proper Mary Bee and the curmudgeonly Briggs will hit it off after an initial round of antipathy. It’ll be a landlocked “African Queen.”
Sorry, wrong movie. The desperate Mary Bee does set her bonnet for the well-worn Briggs, but he’s not the marrying kind. Moreover, “The Homesman” is unrelenting grim when it comes to the fates of the three women.
There are the usual Western elements — threatening Kiowa warriors, a frontiersman with rape on his mind, bitterly cold weather. But the film’s mood is less adventurous than eulogistic — these wide open spaces inspire more revulsion than jubilance. One’s humanity can get lost out here.
Swank was born to play Mary Bee, a sort of frontier Olive Oyl with a moralistic streak and the nagging fear that she’ll never be a complete woman.
But it’s Jones’ character who grows and changes. Briggs starts out as an opportunist only in it for the money waiting at journey’s end. If it were up to him he’d leave these crazies to fend for themselves.
But as he becomes the one person essential to the survival of all, Briggs begins to take his job seriously. You could say that it redeems him.
As a director, Jones takes an arm’s-length approach, observing and then moving on. There’s no dramatic grandstanding, not much humor. But in its last act “The Homesman” becomes surprisingly moving — there’s still some soul left in Brigg’s angry, whiskey-soaked head.
The vast prairie captured by Rodrigo Prieto’s camera is sprawling and inhospitable. Sometimes it’s terrifying…mostly it’s indifferent to the needs of the scrawny humans who stagger across it.
The film is packed with familiar faces in small roles — John Lithgow, Barry Corbin, William Fichtner, Tim Blake Nelson, James Spader, Hailee Steinfeld. One could argue that in a production like this casting anonymous actors might be more appropriate — wait…is that Meryl Streep? — but even a display of star power cannot upset the somber mood Jones has worked so hard to establish.
“The Homesman” suggests that like Mary Bee Cuddy, we are all “uncommonly alone.” At least until we find a reason to look beyond ourselves.
| Robert W. Butler
Or, it could have been the canned peaches. If you’ll recall, when the Swank character is served peach pie or cobbler the lady told her there were four cans and she didn’t know who bought the other three. Lead poisoning maybe?
I liked this movie, I loved Tom Lee’s other film, Three Burials as well. He has got some chops. My only complaint is that I wish it had more of a cinematic look to it. Some time the images were too clean looking. Don’t know if that is just because its the digital age or what….I saw this at the Tivoli, when did the Tivoli start showing ads before the movie???? Jean and perfume???? Man o man, what you got to do to survive. Which could be the theme of this flick as well. That and people show you who they really are when placed under pressure.