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Paranoid Park (2007)
Paranoid Park is a 2007 American-French drama film written and directed by Gus Van Sant. The film is based on the novel of the same name by Blake Nelson and takes place in Portland, Oregon. It stars Gabe Nevins as a teenage skateboarder who accidentally kills a security guard. Van Sant wrote the draft script in two days after reading and deciding to adapt Nelson's novel. To cast the film's youths, Van Sant posted an opening casting call on social networking website MySpace inviting teenagers to audition for speaking roles, as well as experienced skateboarders to act as extras. Filming began in October 2006 and took place at various locations in and around Portland. Scenes at the fictional Eastside Skatepark were filmed at Burnside Skatepark which was, like Eastside, built illegally by skateboarders. Paranoid Park premiered on May 21, at the 2007 Cannes Film Festival and was given a limited release on March 7, 2008. It grossed over US$4,481,000 from its $3 million budget. The film received mostly positive reviews; some praised the direction and cinematography in particular, though others believed the film to be overly stylized and slow paced.
Rooting around in the audio/visual debris of Park is a story about the schisms that occur in a teenager's life when he accidentally becomes part of a security guard's gruesome death but this accidental murder works simply as catalyst for Van Sant. Alex, played by fresh-faced Gabe Nevins, who was infamously cast through MySpace, spends most of the 78-minute runtime remembering bits and pieces of his weekly routine days that are filtered through the tragedy that occurs in the train yards outside Burnside Skate Park, nicknamed Paranoid Park. Writing a letter to his friend Macy (Lauren McKinney), deflowering his girlfriend (Taylor Momsen of TV's Gossip Girl) unwillingly, skateboarding and music-shopping with his friend Jared (Jake Miller): All these actions are repeated, clipped, fractured, and overdubbed in Alex's frazzled memory and deftly arranged by Van Sant, who serves as editor as well as writer and director.
Though the stable frames that defined the films of Van Sant's Young Death trilogy (Gerry, Elephant, and Last Days) still show up with prevalence, the switch from his regular cinematographer, the great Harry Savides, to the equally-excellent Chris Doyle and Rain Kathy Li brings out a new hue in Van Sant's work. (Doyle also shows up in a cameo as Alex's Uncle.) Interplaying Super 8 footage of skaters and 35mm work, the visual schema takes on the look of a collage with ample help from Leslie Shatz's unencumbered, ingenious sound design. The songs, everything from Elliott Smith to Ethan Rose's mesmerizing sound manipulations to a hip-hop track by Portland-based rapper Cool Nutz, are non-diegetic but feel as if they're lifted directly from Alex's subconscious rather than mapped out as mirrors to the narrative. When Nino Rota's score for a Fellini film pops up when Alex breaks up with his girlfriend, it seems to be summoned from some night when he fell asleep on the couch with Turner Classic Movies still on.
Besides many accusations that his editing and general style distances the viewer from Alex's mindset, Van Sant's critics have stirred over his use of a cast recruited almost completely from the internet. Nevin's face, a visage that holds archives of intrigue for any director, becomes the centerpiece of this jagged masterpiece, making it simpler to take notice when his acting, or the acting of his few conversers, seems strained or nervous. Rather than a hindrance, Van Sant has found an ingenious way to bring out the jumpy nature of teenagers in their natural habitat by imposing one with a crisis of conscience reminiscent of Dostoevsky. Van Sant acutely evokes these forms of acting in his young performers, whether attempting to talk faux-intellectual about Iraq, incessantly quoting from Napoleon Dynamite, or asking for a Frappucino from a homegrown coffee shop.
The singularity of vision that ties the film to Van Sant's three previous films belies his sense of structure, which is in fact more in line with the director's early masterpiece, My Own Private Idaho. At a moment of visual wonderment, Doyle catching a chorus line of skaters going off the same jump like a perpetual line of sheep jumping over a fence, the image of the house falling from the sky in Idaho immediately came to me. The one facet that separates Paranoid Park from the director's previous work, besides his mostly unprofessional cast, is the way Van Sant uses all the talents in his arsenal to create not only a poignant semblance of confusion but something that few films have ever attempted to portray: the manic assemblage of teenage life. Larry Clark, take note.
Leaning against a railing is not a crime.