Pacino is just a whirling dervish of a screen presence. He sucks the air out of
the room for anybody brave enough to take a role alongside him. Whoever it is
will definitely be outshone. But that doesn't mean that the venerable but
barely-decorated actor doesn't need supporting foils. He does. Because nobody is
that interesting, that you want to listen to him for the entire two hours,
though in “The Humbling” there is scarcely a scene where he's not present.
It's just that the focus might temporarily be elsewhere, what with his lesbian
goddaughter deciding to seduce him.
the plot is ridiculously scandalous enough to at least add some secondary
interest to watching Pacino do his thespian thing. He plays Simon Axler, a
veteran Shakespearean stage actor who has suddenly lost his mojo. Feeling that a
demise of acting chops would be a fate worse than death, he decides to literally
take a flying leap into the orchestra pit, at a moment when it happens to be
devoid of orchestra members. Wham on the concrete. Go straight to the asylum. Do
not pass Go. Do not collect your next paycheck, either, because you've kinda
forfeited that, what with your flamboyantly abandoning your role and all.
surprisingly, Simon encounters a few other nutcases in the mental institution,
one of whom is openly recruiting him to murder her philandering husband for her.
Simon doesn't even manage to escape her unwanted attention after he is released,
because she is, also, and she keeps pursuing him with fistfuls of dollars that
he seriously needs, but not at that price.
also visited by his young goddaughter, Pegeen (Greta Gerwig), who freely and
happily confesses that though she's been a self-avowed, practicing lesbian for
16 years, she's had a crush on Simon since she was a little girl, and some deep
and repressed longing somewhere compels her to try to seduce him. Well, that,
and the fact that her long-time lesbian lover decided to have a sex change
operation and become a man, which definitely altered the tenor of their
relationship. (Though like the song says, it‘s all about the bass, no treble.)
tries to work through all this craziness by Skyping his psychiatrist, Dr. Farr
(Dylan Baker), who seems to be fairly level-headed, actually, and at least
doesn't spend all of his time throwing each of Simon's questions back at him.
(Wonder if Skype sessions are discounted?) But not even his psychiatrist can
tell if Simon is actually experiencing things, or imagining them, like Pegeen
bringing home a new girlfriend, and he gets to watch them. Like one of Pegeen's
lesbian exes stalking him and warning him of Pegeen's vindictiveness (we'll get
a chance to see that later). Like Pegeen's Mom (Diane Wiest), long since absent
from his life, coming back to haunt his memory of their brief fling, oh, those
many decades ago.
it's a bit of art imitating life, what with Mr. Pacino's well-known interest in
the stage, particularly Shakespeare, and also his status as a lifelong bachelor
(though he has managed to squire some offspring anyway). And we never quite know
when Mr. Pacino is acting and when we're just getting the double-barreled
overflow persona we are accustomed to with him. And the irony of this movie is
that Pacino's character himself can't tell when he's acting and when he's not,
which puts all of us in the same boat.
love or hate Al Pacino, applaud him or despise him, and maybe simultaneously.
But you can't not look at him perform.
Dr. Ronald P. Salfen is the
Parish Associate, Woodhaven Presbyterian Church,