Love Liza Review
by David N. Butterworth (dnb AT dca DOT net)March 5th, 2003
LOVE LIZA
A film review by David N. Butterworth
Copyright 2003 David N. Butterworth
*** (out of ****)
With prices at the pump recently hitting their highest in years it's a wonder Wilson Joel can afford to feed his noxious habit in "Love Liza."
Wilson, an in-demand website designer, keeps a supply of unleaded on ice, constantly dousing a rag with the four-star stuff and holding it tight over his nose until the fumes invade his consciousness, numbing his senses and dispelling
the pain he's suffering after the suicide of his wife Liza. It's obvious that this is Wilson's way of dealing with this most personal of tragedies--or one of the ways.
Lately Wilson has also taken to sleeping on the floor outside the unopened
bedroom door. It feels right for him. "Look Mary Ann, I found a place to sleep
and that's all," he tells his mother-in-law when she comes to help him pull himself together. "I know it's a stupid place, but it's the place I found."
But when he pulls a pillow from his bed for temporal comfort he discovers a note from the late Liza--"a suicide note from my wife" as he refers to it thereafter. But he's unable to open it for fear of what it might reveal about him. Liza's mother (played by the ever-dependable Kathy Bates), who is clearly
fond of Wilson, covets the note, hoping for a glimmer of understanding as to why her daughter took her own life. But as Wilson points out, the letter is not addressed to her.
Philip Seymour Hoffman, in his first real starring role, is uncannily precise
as Wilson. It helps immeasurably that Hoffman's puffy, dim-looking
countenance
(he should close his mouth more often) looks like it belongs to a guy who's been huffing high test from the get go. This is a difficult role yet Hoffman makes his dreary drug addict sadly human.
Wilson's boss Maura (Sarah Koskoff) pops over to see Wilson one day after work and, not surprisingly, detects a strong smell of gas from inside his house.
Wilson covers up his addiction by pretending he's a model enthusiast and before
you know it he's paid a visit by Maura's brother-in-law Denny (Jack Kehler). This sets up a humorous descent into the bizarre world of radio control freaks
(aka hobbyists). When Maura later makes a pass at Wilson he panics and bolts, a gallon jug of pink model airplane fuel in the passenger seat beside him, running
away to the beaches of New Orleans (until someone points out there aren't actually
any beaches in New Orleans).
It's an eccentric screenplay to be sure (written by Hoffman's older brother
Gordy as it happens) but it's well crafted and allows its leading man to truly get inside his character. It's not a totally depressing film. Gordy Hoffman's
screenplay is laced with comic scenes and situations, especially whenever Denny
is around with his remote controlled boats and banter. But it's rather uncomfortable
watching our protagonist sniffing the gas as frequently as he does, or "driving
by convenience stores that aren't even on the way home" to borrow a favorite movie quote. But why? Wouldn't one approved container last pretty much a lifetime?
"Love Liza" is directed by Todd Louiso. If the name sounds familiar it's because Louiso played Dick, the mild-mannered Championship Vinyl employee in "High Fidelity," i.e., not the vulgar one played by Jack Black. This is only Louiso's second film (his first was a 15-minute version of "Hamlet") and it shows remarkable maturity in the way it balances humor against the true pain of loss. But credit has to go to Philip Seymour Hoffman, of course, who carries
the piece and makes what might have been an otherwise unbearable film oddly gratifying.
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David N. Butterworth
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