Infinite Playlist: Same Story, Cooler Music
I went to see Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist last Friday, and while there were certainly moments I enjoyed, the film ultimately underwhelmed me and has failed to leave a lasting effect. There were aspects I liked and ones I did not like. Here is a brief breakdown:I Liked: The film opens strong with Michael Cera creating a mixtape and leaving a lengthy phone message on his ex's voicemail. Cut to a high school scene - the female leads speak somewhat over-the-top about what's on their iPods and a Where's Fluffy? secret show. Lisa Schwarzbaum of Entertainment Weekly characterized this as "honestly rooted in an authentic kids-of-'08 universe," although I would disagree with that. I did not find this opening particularly authentic, but that was something I liked about it. I thought essentially we would presented with a film that would be over-the-top in its importance granted towards hipster values and interests. Perhaps we would be see the being of a new genre of cinema, a kind of indie rock alternate universe that could be likened the great kischy rock and roll films of the '50's (Don't Knock the Rock, The Girl Can't Help It).
There is much to like about Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist in principle. Gay characters are treated as actual human beings, for instance. The film and its characters have already embraced the homsexuality and there is not a need for greater explanation. For a film centered around music, the film rarely actually uses music as a storytelling device. Most often, it plays in the background. The soundtrack - or playlist, if you will, feels rather secondary.
I did not like: While there is much to like in principle, I found the overall story to be kind of a drag. This is one of the longer 90-minute films I've seen in a long time. While gay characters are treated with respect, there is one rather implausible moment that will have you wondering if all gay men drive around with a drawer of bras in their cars. Although, probably the most troubling aspect is that for a film that intends to be modern and progressive, it falls into the same traps of undeveloped female characters despite the presence of a female screenwriter.
In a conversation following the film, my girlfriend likened Norah to the "manic pixie girl," who shows up in a number of films "from heaven to warm the heart and readjust the attitude of even the broodiest, most uptight male protagonist." Recent examples include Natalie Portman in Garden State and Kate Hudson in Almost Famous. While Norah has a but more depth than some, she does possess qualities that fit the bill - her own artistic aspirations are never revealed, and instead she worships at the altar of Nick's mix CDs (and his music career to a lesser extent). Furthermore, she does happen to be the daughter of a music mogul and thus gives Nick access to the coolest night clubs and recording studios. She is not a complete cliche, but hardly revolutionary.
Overall, I think Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist fails to break new ground - ultimately telling an age-old tale, while simply modernizing it with tracks from Vampire Weekend and Band of Horses. Schwarzbaum has called this a "a revolutionary movie disguised as a familiar story," but frankly I am lacking the revolution.
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