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Andre
Bazin, one of the pioneers of modern film criticism, once warned against judging films
based on the merit of their intentions, the nobility of their ambition, or the stupidity
of their detractors. The Life of David Gale, a
classic Hollywood thriller about a university professor accused of rape and murder, comes
close to offering a perfect example for Bazins caution. The film is a model case of
what can go wrong with an intriguing idea. Alan Parker, the director of Mississippi Burning, wants to shove a
square peg of unconventional plotline into a round hole of conventional suspense, and
hammer down some liberal pathos for effect. Instead, hamstrung by miscast actors, a trite
screenplay, and an inability to tie all the strings together at the end, The Life of
David Gale is a litany of missed chances.
David Gale, a smirking professor of philosophy at a university in
Texas, is also a staunch anti-death penalty advocate. Strutting around in the class with
his denim jacket and speckled brown tie, David is the epitome of the liberal, an
insouciant mix of the intellectual and the casual. His intellectual prowess brings him a
fair share of female admirers and one of them, Berlin (Rhona Mitra), who is also his
student, accuses him of rape.
The rape accusation is the beginning of Davids downfall, and
unlike his biblical namesake, he is unable to defeat the Goliath of academic conservatism.
Without a job or a family, he turns into a raging alcoholic, though he remains true to his
classical roots by discussing Socrates during his drunken revelries on Austin streets. As
if his joblessness and alcoholism were not enough, matters take a turn for the worse when
he is incarcerated and convicted for the gruesome rape and murder of fellow anti-death
penalty advocate, Constance Harraway (Laura Linney).
Spacey as Gale, the academic jock and bleeding heart liberal, is
flamboyantly portrayed but one can see Spacey the actor lurking behind his own persona,
smirking at his cleverness. For a film traversing the travails of a death row prisoner,
Spaceys performance is much too controlled to be effective.
The penitentiary does not make David penitent. He pleads innocence to a
journalist, Bitsey Bloom (a slimmed down Kate Winslet), assigned to interview him. Bitsey
is from News magazine, and both her name and the
title of the paper she is working for are symptomatic of the lack of imagination in the
film.
Towards the end of the film, there are several moments when Zack
expresses frustration with the case. He pounds his car, pumps his fists and even shouts at
Bitsey. Many viewers are likely to feel the same way.
- Nigam
Nuggehalli