Adaptation.
    The 
    mind of Charlie Kaufman is not a pretty place to be.  He is probably best known as 
    the screenwriter of 
    Being John Malkovich, 
    a film that was about a portal literally into actor John Malcovichs brain. 
    Adaptation, 
    his follow-up project (again with 
    BJM
    director Spike Jonze)
    has no literal portal, but it 
    is still essentially a view into Kaufmans mind.  
    Nicholas Cage plays a 
    chronically insecure screenwriter not coincidentally named Charlie Kaufman, who after breaking 
    through by writing the screenplay for a film called 
    Being John Malkovich 
    is given the job of writing a film version of a book by a writer for 
    The New Yorker 
    named Susan Orlean (Meryl Streep).  The book, 
    The Orchid Thief, 
    is a lovely but completely uncinematic work about a toothless redneck
    (Chris Cooper) who is also a renowned horticulturist who is obsessed 
    with a rare flower called the Ghost Orchid.  
    All of this has a woozy 
    fascinating symmetry because the characters and the situations are all 
    true.  Kaufmans fitful stops and starts and the self-loathing that 
    the project and his life inspire in him is funny for general audiences and 
    at the same time squirm-inducingly realistic to people who have ever had the 
    experience.  Cage also plays Charlies twin brother Donald... who, in the 
    films first blatant retreat from 
    real life... is a totally made-up character.  (It is 
    a show of this films skewed worldview that although 
    Donald Kaufman is 
    fictional, he still gets a co-screenwriting credit.) 
    
    
	
	Even though they look 
    exactly alike, the two brothers couldnt be more different.  
    Charlie is a jangled bundle of nerves and neuroses who constantly belittles 
    himself for being fat, bald and talentless.  Donald is 
    comfortable with his looks, can relate to people, and decides to get into 
    screenwriting as a whim, in the process grinding out an incoherent serial 
    killer melodrama that despite a total lack of artistic merit sets off a 
    bidding war in Hollywood.  Its almost like Donald is the Mozart to 
    Charlies Salieri, except in this twisted view it is the talented artist who 
    envies the hack.  
    Cage does a spectacular job of fleshing out two 
    polarly 
    different characters, giving them completely separate lives.  As Charlie 
    fails obsessively to make the characters of 
    The Orchid Thief 
    into an articulate screen force he inserts himself and his problems into the 
    script until he finally crosses paths with his protagonists... 
    both on the page and in real life.  
    And this is 
    where the whimsy starts to unravel.  In the last 
    thirty minutes, the film 
    veers off its course to become like something from one of Donalds scripts.  
    I assume (or at least, I hope) that this jump is supposed to be Kaufman and Jonzes satire on the 
    formulaic Hollywood moviemaking process  but it flies in the 
    face of all weve seen before
 whats the point in investing yourself in 
    four of the most original characters in recent celluloid history if they are 
    going to become somewhat clichéd ciphers in the end?  The ending doesnt 
    undo all the good that has come before it, though.  Even with the flawed 
    ending, the movie is the most fascinating, imaginative post-modern mind-game 
    likely to make it into the multiplexes until Kaufman and Jonze work together 
    again.  
    (12/02)
    Jay 
    S. Jacobs
	
	
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