Clint Eastwood | Mystic River / 2003

that childhood car

by Douglas Messerli

 

Brian Helgeland (screenplay, based on the book by Dennis Lehane), Clint Eastwood (director) Mystic River / 2003

 

Clint Eastwood’s Mystic River which, years after its original release, I saw for the first time the other day, is a complex movie based on a kind of standard trope: three young boys, close friends in a Boston neighborhood, grow up to become social and moral opponents in their lives as adults. It happens all the time, or, at least, that’s what testosterone-driven male directors would like you to believe—not only Eastwood, but Martin Scorsese, even the melo-dramatist Douglas Sirk have all done variations of this theme.

     Yet this film is far more complex than most such films. Afterall, the young boys involved, Jimmy Markum, Sean Devine, and Dave Boyle, seen playing street hockey in an early scene, behaving somewhat badly as they attempt to write their names in freshly poured sidewalk concrete, are suddenly accosted by a man pretending to be a police officer, who demands their names and home locations before pulling away, quite inexplicably, with Dave, demanding him to enter a car wherein sits a priest—the two of them abducting the boy for 4 days while continuously sexually attacking him—abuse is too kind of a word in this case of utter rape and sexual battery! That the equally macho Eastwood would even dare to take on this subject is quite amazing. But then this diehard Republican apologist has always been a rather surprising figure in the celebrity and film world.

    Pulled out of his native social community, Dave almost immediately loses contact with the world he has known, and as an adult, (performed by Tim Robbins), he remains an outsider—a person who as the simple representation of the death of his youth is shown through the closure of a window blind—remains haunted by his abduction. Not that his childhood friend Jimmy (Sean Penn) is much better off; he, now an ex-con, runs a local popular neighborhood grocery and liquor store, where he is still closely in touch with Dave. Not only that, but by marriage, the two are still related, having married cousins.

      Actually, the two former boyhood friends are also related by their manias and sense of violence. Jimmy is obsessed with the fact that his 19-year-old daughter Katie (Emily Rossum) is dating a boy, Brendan Harris (Tom Guiry) whom he despises, for reasons that are not immediately revealed, but later we discover have to do with the boy’s father, who committed the crime which put Jimmy in prison. But the very fact that he is still attempting to control a 19-year-old child speaks a great deal about his macho persona. Certainly, his wife, Annabeth (Laura Linney) is equally unhappy in their relationship, but that doesn’t seem to be of much importance in Jimmy’s mania.

     In fact, women in this drama are nearly deleted, including Celeste (Marcia Gay Harden), Dave’s wife, who suddenly is intimidated to help her husband to “clean-up” after a mysterious event wherein, he claims, he was forced to kill someone who accosted him.

     The same night Jimmy’s daughter Katie is brutally murdered, her body left mutualized after Dave has witnessed her in a local bar with her girlfriends.

      The plot of this mystery/murder film gets even more complicated when the third childhood friend, Sean (Kevin Bacon), now a police detective, becomes involved in the search for Katie’s murderer.

    In a sense, the different directions of these three boyhood friends now reveal their extreme differences, as Dave begins to suspect Jimmy’s involvement in his daughter’s death, while Sean, with careful deliberation, attempts to track down the murder(ers).

       The fact that the hot-headed Jimmy becomes increasingly convinced that Dave has destroyed his daughter, represents not only his mania, but his guilt for not being the one who was enticed into the childhood car.

       It is as if all three boys were so terribly abused that day so long ago that none of them can let it go. At least Sean, with his partner, Detective Sergeant Whitey Powers (Laurence Fishburne) work together to track down the true killers; yet Sean’s own wife, pregnant at the time, has left him, so we must recognize him as another failed lover, another destroyed member of this trio.

      Convinced of Dave’s guilt, Jimmy corners him and demands an admission of his activities. Hoping to free himself of Jimmy’s immediate wrath, Dave admits to the murder—despite the fact that the man he has murdered, in fact, was another child abuser, whom he had discovered in a car with a young kid. Yet Jimmy, convinced of his righteous revenge shoots the former friend in the head, releasing his body in the Mystic River of the film’s title. In a sense, it is a revenge for his own lack of courage all those years earlier, a cleansing of his own guilt for not speaking out for his friend those long years ago, for not being the child the two villains chose.

      Finally, Sean reveals they have uncovered the real killers, two kids, one of whom was the son of the notorious “Just Ray” Harris,” the man who sent Jimmy to jail and the father of his daughter’s boyfriend, brother to Brendan, resulting in Jimmy carrying even more guilt and sorrow for the rest of his life. He confesses to his wife, and Sean also seems to know that the disappearance of Dave has something to do with Jimmy. At the end of the film, it is unclear just how much longer Jimmy can survive.

      I might argue that Eastwood and his screenplay writer, Brian Helgeland, might have simplified their story, based on the novel by Dennis Lehane. But, obviously, that was just the point: the interconnected stories of these young men are just part of the inextricably complex and tortured tales of young men and women growing up in what Eastwood shows as an almost sour sewer, the Mystic River flowing through Boston, which we later rediscover in works such as in Tim McCarthy’s Spotlight. That great Brahmin world of high ideals was never what it pretended to be.

     The children in Eastwood’s movie were just those kinds of abused kids that the news reporters shed their “spotlight” on in McCarthy’s 2015 film, boys who never could fully recover from their sudden abuses on the streets in which they were simply playing hockey and memorializing their names into the local pavement. They were innocents suddenly put into another world apart from their imaginations. Can you blame them for being failures as adults?

 

Los Angeles, September 28, 2019

Reprinted from World Cinema Review (September 2019).