Written
by DAVID KEYES
The line that divides reality from fantasy is so shattered
like a flimsy pane of glass in Andrew Niccol's "Simone,"
not even a child could mistake it for being authentic. Crossing
boundaries and suspending the simplest morsels of logic
in nearly every single frame, the movie tells the story
of a big Hollywood director whose career is on the downswing
until a young and unknown blond actress cast in the lead
role of his latest film captures the hearts of millions.
The catch? She's a digital illusion, manipulated via microphones
and keyboard commands almost as easily as I'm typing this
review, who looks so real on the screen that it's as if
special effects have advanced literally overnight, allowing
computer-generated thespians to come across without ever
being questioned for legitimacy. Show me proof that this
is all possible and I'll show you where to stuff it.
As much absurdity that the material contains, however,
the above rant shouldn't create the impression in any way
that the film is a bad one. "Simone" is brilliantly
creative and hilarious, a wild and silly farce that holds
nothing back in its gutsy attempt to abandon every ounce
of sanity in a two-hour running time. The premise is harebrained
and its conviction undeniably preposterous, yes, but that's
just groundwork. The movie doesn't want to be taken seriously
in the least; it simply wants to have fun with the concept,
a wise and effective approach considering just how easy
it would be for most filmmakers to try and manipulate the
audience with this stuff.
The movie stars Al Pacino as Viktor Taransky, a major motion
picture director whose latest work, a remake of "Sunrise
Sunset," is on the brink of failure after its star
actress walks off the set in the middle of production. Although
he is confident that a finished product is salvageable in
what has already been filmed, the studio puts increasing
pressure on his efforts by demanding a cut of the film without
using footage of the defective actress, otherwise his contract
could be terminated (his ex-wife Elaine, played by Catherine
Keener, is one of the important bigwigs of the company).
Without any kind of financial backing left for the film,
however, Viktor begins to lose all faith in his movie seeing
decent success... until he is stopped outside a sound stage
one day by a devoted but near-death fan who claims to have
the answer to his threatened chutzpah. When the mysterious
guy turns up dead a week later, Taransky is sent a computer
hard drive containing the blueprint for a digital blond
actress, whom he names Simone (a combination of the words
"Simulation One").
Nine months later (as the movie so clearly points out),
Viktor re-screens the movie with this digital beauty starring
in the lead. The response is overwhelming; test audiences
fall head over heels for its heroine, high hopes are expressed
by the distributors, and soon the media is buzzing with
wonder about the unknown star who is capturing hearts literally
overnight. Taransky, of course, doesn't let the media know
of his secret, and they in turn don't question her existence.
Actually, no one even contemplates the possibility whatsoever;
no, not even when Simone herself seems to refuse public
appearances and hides away from most human contact. People
speculate about the mystery and wonder of her lifestyle
as a result, of course, but they don't really think anything
suspicious, which is just fine for the director.
Trouble begins to brew, however, when the public begins
demanding more and more of Simone, and not just on the screen,
either. To keep up his charade without letting on to the
mystery, Viktor launches a slew of carefully-manipulated
television interviews (via satellite, needless to say),
magazine photo spreads, a pop CD release and even a world
tour to promote it. How one man manages so much without
resulting in complete chaos is one of the absurd joys of
the movie, so revealing his methods here would be a devastating
blow to its impact on potential viewers. What can be said,
though, is that the public is never once led to believe
that she isn't a real person; in fact, when Taransky actually
tries to come clean with the authorities at a crucial stage
of the plot, no one actually believes him.
The sheer audacity of a movie like "Simone" seldom
comes across with any kind of success, and with good reason;
not only does it suspend logic for complete nonsense, it
also forgets that there is even a reality off of the screen
watching it all unfold. But the zany efforts on the part
of writer and director Andrew Niccol are zealous, not careless;
his admirable flair for the quirky and downright insane
elements is overwhelmingly bright and cheerful, and yet
not to the point where the movie doesn't make a shred of
sense (incidentally, he also wrote the screenplays for "The
Truman Show" and "Gattaca," two more movies
that were also embellished beyond credibility). Comparing
"Simone" to his previous work, we see a man who
is incredibly talented at making solid social statements
through the use of absurdities and abstract reasoning; Hollywood
should be proud to have him in their company.
If there is something convincing that "Simone"
is trying to say, it's that the general moviegoeing public
can't possibly be dumb enough to believe that digital filmmaking
could advance far enough to make CGI-rendered human actors
look almost genuine. The concept is, and probably always
will be, completely ridiculous, and that ulterior motive
results in one of the year's most entertaining and memorable
pictures.