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Hi folks, just back from seeing One Hour Photo, now sitting all alone in my bachelor pad, plotting revenge ...
OK movie, Mr. Williams pulled the right faces at the right times, but I don't think he had to overtax himself for it. What annoyed me, as with many not-very-good Hollywood flics, was the ending.
Elvis Costello once observed that English musicians always ask "How do we begin?", and American musicians always ask "How do we end?" It seems Hollywood has the same anxiety, but so often it leads to them fucking it up.
In this kind of movie (despite Mr. Williams, a b-grader) the endings seem to have been scripted by a committee, with every member getting their idea into the final cut.
One Hour Photo could have finished nicely when Robin was hauled up in the hotel car park. But that would be unthinkable for Hollywood.
First there was the family reconciliation scene, with daddy looking very contrite. OK, if you must, nothing too wrong with that.
Next there was the interview room, with Sy going off on some tirade about fathers making their kids do disgusting things in front of a camera. What the fuck was that about? There was no evidence in the movie of Mr. Jorkin doing anything of the sort.
Then Sy was allowed to see the photos he had taken, and they were all of fittings in a hotel room. What the fuck was that about? We saw him taking photos of Maya and Mr. Jorkin. Why would he have taken photos of a room, and lovingly arrange them in rows?
Finally, there is a still of the Jorkins arm-in-arm with Robin. Whaaat? OK, so it was his fantasy, but we knew that already.
Three completely bizarre and inexplicable endings. And I thought Hollywood was supposed to be so accessible. If they’re so worried about getting the ending right, how on earth do they get it so wrong?
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