River Phoenix (1970-1993) |
As a starstruck little girl, I experienced a broken heart when 24-year-old James Dean died in an automobile accident on September 30, 1955. From that day on, I began each entry in my diary with “Dear Jimmy.” A somewhat similar sadness took hold when drugs claimed the life of 23-year-old River Phoenix on Halloween 1993. But in starstruck adulthood, I no longer kept a diary with which to deny the untimely deaths of sensitive young actors.
Like Dean, Phoenix projected vulnerability, intensity
and an edgy sense of potential self-destruction in his films. These qualities,
which graced them both with a charisma lacking in most of their otherwise
talented Hollywood peers, almost made tragedy
seem inevitable. From a troubled adolescent in Stand by Me (1986) to the
anguished son of fugitive parents in Running on Empty (1988), Phoenix brought that
special something to the screen. In director Gus Van Sant’s My Own Private
Idaho (1991), he portrays a character with narcolepsy. Never very lively
while awake, he abruptly falls asleep anywhere, anytime – much like a junkie
nodding out. It’s an uncanny performance in a strange movie based on
Shakespeare’s Henry IV.
The press conference following the film’s Toronto festival premiere got me wondering, however. Both looking ultra cool in dark sunglasses, Phoenix and the flamboyant Flea (the Red Hot Chili Peppers bass player, who has a bit part in Idaho) were sitting on either side of Van Sant. Leaning on the table, head in hand, Phoenix looked stoned. When someone asked him about the movie’s difficult subject matter – gay teen hustlers – he offered a bewildering response: “I sort of see it as a parallel to the Beatles’ song, ‘Number Nine,’ which is very mind-opening.”
The room got rather quiet then. Could he be
talking about “Revolution 9”? On that jarring sound collage, a male voice
chants: “Number nine, number nine, number nine.” Phoenix probably meant Lennon’s “Number Nine
Dream,” which features the sort of head-trip lyrics that certainly opened minds
in the 1960s: “I thought I could feel
music touching my soul...”
Gus Van Sant |
Yet, after its debut at the 1989 Montreal
World Film Festival, Van Sant was irritated by someone’s suggestion that Drugstore
Cowboy glamorized use of illegal substances. “I think it’s pretty heavy in
its denunciation of drugs,” he said.”It is a Just Say No film.” OK, but the
forbidden fruit mystique of that production also tempted Phoenix. At the 1991 Toronto
event, he explained that his role in Idaho
was “the most therapeutic of anything I’ve ever done before. I really wanted to
work with Gus and thought it would be a lot of surreal time that’d be fun to
play with.”
According to one “Tinseltown insider”
quoted in a supermarket tabloid, Phoenix first
experimented with heroin on the Idaho
set. “He started doing smack so he could get into his character,” the source
claimed. “But when the movie ended, River didn’t stop.” A few years later, his
autopsy revealed an overdose of heroin and cocaine. It seems relevant to recall
a line about doom from Henry IV Part 2: “We have heard the chimes at
midnight.” He was pronounced dead at 1:15 a.m. on October 31.
In Toronto, Phoenix had described his
approach to the challenge of conveying a lost, fragile boy with narcolepsy:
”It’s a through-and-through belief that comes from, like, a brainwashing
process. You must let yourself be a nerve ending in the service of the script.”
The 1993 Montreal fest spotlighted the last film he
ever completed. The Thing Called Love, set in Nashville, is a flaccid, shallow tale directed
by Peter Bogdanovich (The Last Picture Show, 1971). Phoenix and Samantha Mathis – his real-life
girlfriend, who also was with him on that fateful Halloween – appear as country
music hopefuls in a romantic triangle that ends peacefully.
Peter
Bogdanovich
|
Bogdanovich paused, then added: “Five years
later, John Lennon was killed.”
After a moment of stunned silence, I asked:
”And you’re blaming Robert Altman?”
“No, but it’s not a wise thing to put out
in the world,” he replied, referring to the Nashville assassination scene.
Perhaps Bogdanovich’s bizarre perspective
stems from the fact that he lost the great love of his life, Dorothy Stratten,
to a bullet. In 1980, the same year Lennon was gunned down, the actress had
been shot by her estranged husband in a romantic triangle that ended violently.
(Bob Fosse chronicled this saga in 1983‘s Star 80.)
In The Thing Called Love, Samantha
Mathis bears a resemblance to Stratten but comes across as cloying at best.
Eerily reminiscent of his Idaho
persona, Phoenix
just about sleepwalks through the proceedings – a nerve ending in search of a
script. But, as if to make up for this deficiency in acting, his singing is
quite wonderful during the film. He performs three songs, one of which he wrote
himself. Music touched his soul, alright.
As I was thinking about all of this one
day, synchronicity hit when a familiar tune began on the car radio: Not “#9
Dream,” but close. It was John Lennon, my fave among the Fab Four. While a starstruck college student, I actually kept a scrapbook with magazine pictures
of him on page after page. During the drive, he was belting out “Stand By Me,” the
title song of the movie that made River Phoenix – middle name: Jude – a child star. And we all
shine on, even if we have heard those damn chimes.
Addendum: Phoenix died while the shoot for Dark
Blood – an apocalyptic drama in which he plays a hermit who lives on a
nuclear testing site – was only 80 percent complete. The Dutch director, George
Sluizer, acknowledges he recently liberated his footage from the vault of an
insurance company that had been planning to destroy it. The never-to-be-fully-finished
production screened in late September at the Netherlands Film Festival. The
event was a sort of final triumph for Sluizer, who suffers from a terminal
illness and is not expected to live much longer. The chimes at midnight strike
again.
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