The Dying Gaul

The Dying Gaul

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Years after Al Gore invented the Internet, chat rooms had yet to evolve into the systems of intelligent design they are today. As rudimentary and easy to navigate as they were in 1995, they still managed to intimidate anyone who was wary of the idea of non-face-to-face communication. In Craig Lucas’s contemporary Greek tragedy The Dying Gaul, the Internet is a means for people to sort through the baggage they’re afraid to handle in person. A Hollywood bigwig, Jeffrey (Campbell Scott), goes crazy for the work (and cock) of a young screenwriter, Robert (Peter Sarsgaard), who still suffers from the recent death of his lover. Robert sells out for a million dollars, changing the gays in his script to breeders and allowing himself to be indoctrinated into the world of his new boss and his bored society wife, Elaine (Patricia Clarkson), who used to write scripts her husband would never greenlight. Robert and Elaine get along, exchanging Hollywood war stories and sinister tidbits about flowers (‘cause, you know, gays know a lot about horticulture), but when Robert starts fucking Jeffrey, and Robert’s stories about the Zen-like pleasures of chat rooms convince Elaine to anonymously shoot the shit with Robert online, a rather ghoulish game of cat-and-mouse ensues between the two, with Elaine pretending to be Robert’s dead lover and Robert trying to find out if the man he helped to commit suicide was really trying to reach him from the great beyond. Saarsgard’s lisp is too model-perfect and he caps an orgasm with an awkward emotional explosion the material doesn’t really care to elaborate on, which means Lucas has a habit of stranding his actors. But while the characters are contrived and the script’s anti-Hollywood swipes make Entourage and Swimming With Sharks seem deep by comparison, there’s something oddly compelling, albeit pretentious, about the film’s rudimentary visual argot, especially during the sinister back-and-forth between Robert and Elaine. The narrative the two characters author on the Web is one their heterosexual elite refuses to let them write in real life and Lucas shoots them as if they were gay and feminist figureheads featured in some contempo video installation. I’m not exactly sure any of it is very relevant today, but for a story that takes place in chilly, Philadelphia-era Hollywood, it’s at least plugged in to the politics of the time.

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DVD
Distributor
Strand Releasing
Runtime
95 min
Rating
R
Year
2005
Director
Craig Lucas
Screenwriter
Craig Lucas
Cast
Patricia Clarkson, Peter Sarsgaard, Campbell Scott