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- CINEMA, Page 67Whole Lotta Irony Goin' On
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- By Richard Schickel
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- GREAT BALLS OF FIRE
- Directed by Jim McBride;
- Screenplay by Jack Baran and Jim McBride
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- "If I'm going to hell, I'm going there playing the piano."
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- -- Jerry Lee Lewis
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- At the time Great Balls of Fire alleges the demon rocker
- made that remark, plenty of people argued that for him the trip
- represented no more than a return to his roots, a visit with
- the home folks.
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- Strange, though, are the ways of fate and fame. The movie
- shows Lewis' bravado being directed at his cousin, revivalist
- Jimmy Swaggart, who is portrayed at more or less regular
- intervals denouncing rock 'n' roll as the "devil's music" and
- praying for the redemption of Jerry Lee's blighted soul. But the
- real-life Swaggart has since been brought low by the revelation
- of particularly tacky sexual practices. Lewis' music, manner and
- morality now seem almost innocent in comparison with what has
- followed him up the charts and into the hearts of adolescents
- during the past three decades. Even the act that shattered his
- career -- marriage to his 13-year-old second cousin Myra (the
- script is based on her as-told-to memoir) -- is something we now
- feel compelled to "understand," if not endorse.
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- The people who worked on this movie are not without a
- certain sophistication. They know that the heroic, tragic and
- farcical modes, all of which they briefly lurch toward in the
- course of the film, are not really appropriate to their story.
- They are also aware of how rapidly the world has spun since
- their protagonist was burning pianos and churning up teenage
- hormones. Accelerated change of that sort produces the kind of
- broad fundamental irony that moviemakers who take themselves
- seriously always love. How dumb we were. And so recently. How
- easy it is to encourage the audience to join in a superior
- snicker at simpler times, simpler souls.
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- The trouble is that rude realism keeps raising its voice,
- breaking in on the fun. The sound track naturally resounds with
- the orgasmic hammering of the Lewis beat, wails with the simple,
- not to say crude, sexual metaphors of his lyrics. Dennis Quaid
- very successfully re-creates his dervish-like stage presence (he
- made Elvis' pelvis look as if it were stuck in the mud) in a
- portrayal that goes over the top in nicely calculated measure.
- And Winona Ryder contributes a hypnotically enigmatic
- performance -- articulate innocence and inarticulate knowingness
- all mixed up -- as the singer's nymphet bride. All these
- authenticities fitfully but forcefully remind us that back in
- the enervated '50s, there were certain unspeakably raunchy
- things in life and fantasy that Jerry Lee Lewis put us in touch
- with while Johnny Mathis and Jerry Vale were otherwise engaged.
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- Fundamentalist opinion to the contrary, Lewis was not
- Satan's satrap. Anxious middle-class parents, who saw him as an
- emissary from a netherworld that was nearer at hand --
- trailer-park America -- were possibly a little closer to the
- truth. Like Presley, Dean and Brando, he was a figure partially
- shaped by a popular culture that in the '50s was learning to
- cater almost exclusively to kids and their need for rebel
- figures. But there was also an element of discomfiting truth in
- the message he sent. The thing about the young Jerry Lee was
- that he was all fecklessness and recklessness, without a shrewd
- thought in his head -- and without a Colonel Parker to cover up
- his skid marks. There is a certain irony in that, but it is of
- an altogether more subtle and interesting kind than anything
- Great Balls of Fire has to offer.
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