Thursday, 10 March 2011

Freeway

1996
Dir. Matthew Bright

When juvenile delinquent Vanessa witnesses her mother and stepfather being hauled off to jail on drugs and prostitution charges, the teenage tearaway goes on the run from a social worker who wants to put her into care. She sets off to seek sanctuary at her grandmother's house. Along the way however, she has a run in with a charming, but sadistic serial killer/paedophile who she discovers has been preying on vulnerable young women on the freeway…

Matthew Bright’s cult indie hit Freeway is a thoroughly twisted take on the tale of 'Little Red Riding Hood’; a tale that has consistently proved it is ripe for reinterpretation time and again. Much like the original tale not just being a story about a girl eaten by a wolf (it’s actually a rites of passage story about burgeoning sexuality and the threats that accompany blossoming womanhood), Bright’s take isn’t just the tale of a girl who has a sordid encounter with a serial killer – it actually unravels as a damning indictment of the US justice system and how it treats the young delinquents in its charge.


Cartoon images of girls being chased around by a wolf play out under Danny Elfman’s deranged and discordant theme music. Strings trickle, guitars snarl, female vocals coo and pant, and drums crash, creating a wildly off-kilter and exciting tone that smashes throughout the ensuing film. Transporting the high-gothic story of Red Riding Hood to gritty ghettos actually works pretty well. Even the sight of Vanessa (Reese Witherspoon) fleeing her home with her few belongings in a wicker basket doesn’t feel contrived. The Red Riding Hood motif is offered throughout the film in glimpses of cartoons on TV sets, knowing slices of dialogue and clever use of metaphor.

As Vanessa, Reese Witherspoon excels as an undereducated, though undeniably world-wise and street-savvy girl, dragged up by her junkie mother. She’s portrayed as a victim of her darkly unfortunate circumstances, and though she appears tough and impenetrable, there are moments when it is obvious she is a young girl lost in the world. At heart she is good and honourable, and even though she has spent much of her life ‘straying off the path’ and onto the wrong side of the law, she displays a code of ethics and morals that belie her years.
Bright constantly seems to be saying that while Vanessa has a troubled past and leads a volatile existence, it isn’t really her fault – it's important to consider the external circumstances weighing down upon her. When she talks about her past, it doesn’t sound good; it is littered with abuse, prior charges and arrests. It would be easy to judge her, but because we’ve spent a great deal of the film’s running time (well, all of it actually – Witherspoon carries this film) with her, we’ve been privy to who she really is: a confused and broken girl in need of guidance and understanding. She’s had a hard life, but she is basically good.



The script is peppered with quirky, quotable one-liners, most of which are uttered by Witherspoon, who mouths off stuff like “Get your goddamn hands off of my anatomy” and “Well, I get claustrophobic sucking strange dick,” with aplomb.
Freeway exhibits a vague Wes Craven-esque idea of generational conflict throughout. Children are depicted as being at the mercy of care(less)-homes, predatory parental figures, ineffectual social workers and sadistic prison wardens. It’s a fairytale malaise that constantly presents Vanessa with situations in which she has to fend for herself and rely on her own resourcefulness and wits.

One of the standout moments comes with the prolonged and progressively sinister scenes involving Vanessa being quizzed by Bob (Kiefer Sutherland) – a ‘child psychologist’ who gives her a lift when her car breaks down. Of course, we know that he is the serial killer mentioned in various news broadcasts, but Bright takes his time to build tension and menace around the unveiling of this revelation. Bob’s initial ‘concern’ for Vanessa, and mild-mannered questions are laced with double meaning (these scenes prove even more effective when viewed again), gradually become more menacing and obviously sinister as he gains her trust. Kiefer Sutherland is cool and creepy without descending into histrionics. His serial killer is calculating, cold and sadistic, completely at odds with how he looks to the wider world. When Vanessa disfigures him she essentially exposes his inner corruption for all the world to see.



Creepy, voyeuristic shots and predatory glances are sprinkled like breadcrumbs throughout these scenes, especially when we’re introduced to Sutherland’s psychotic killer. Pulling onto the hard shoulder, we see what he sees through his wing mirror as he quietly reverses back along the road: Vanessa bending over the hood of her car inspecting the engine. It’s chilling in its simple implication.

As Vanessa’s mother, Amanda Plummer delivers a typically unhinged performance, and still manages to evoke sympathy. Brooke Shields also manages to lend her character, Bob’s loyal and Right-Wing wife, real pathos when she discovers her whole marriage has been a sham. It is genuinely sad and chilling when she does what she does when she finds out about her husband and his ‘history.’ No mean feat given the Right-Wing, pro-death penalty jargon she spouts throughout the film. Another little highlight is the appearance Brittany Murphy, who had a small role in this early on in her career. She plays the ever-spaced out and strangely lovable Rhonda who is prone to stashing drugs in her ‘cooch.’

While there are moments that are genuinely disturbing, and the actual subject matter could have been as unsavoury and exploitative as it sounds, Freeway is actually a hilarious, subversive and supremely dark comedy that also manages to raise some pretty important and provocative questions about our perceptions of troubled youths and juvenile delinquents.

Daily Mail readers should proceed with extreme caution…

7 comments:

TheGirlWhoLovesHorror said...

Fantastic review! I just saw this for the first time recently (I was on a Kiefer Sutherland kick for a while) and couldn't believe how awesome it was. I was laughing my ass off at things that I probably shouldn't be laughing at, but the way this whole story was presented was so witty and clever. And I forgot that Reese was actually a good actress! She needs to do more roles like this, I was truly impressed.

James said...

Yeah, this is one of my favourite films from my uni days - I watched it so often! Very quotable, and like you say, bloody hilarious. Even if you do feel a little weird for laughing at certain parts. I love that it has substance to it, too. It's not just a low budget indie shocker - it has a message delivered with passion and respect and in the most unpatronising way. It's easy to tell this was a subject close to Matthew Bright's heart. And I agree about Reese Witherspoon - the films at the beginning of her career were much more interesting than the fluff she's making now. But hey, a girl's gotta eat, right? And Kiefer is just a joy to watch. :)

Emily said...

I caught this one for the first time a few months ago and also fell in love with it. Witherspoon is fantastic, and the film has such a nice spirit about it. Feels a little Jack HIll-ish with a nice dose of camp. Odd that Bright would go on to make the awful and baffling Tiptoes. I'd love to see him pump out another like this.

James said...

I haven't seen Tiptoes, Emily - nor have I seen the semi-sequel to Freeway, Confessions of a Trickbaby. Apparently it riffs on the tale of Hansel and Gretal - with a lesbian couple on the run encountering various oddballs and psychos.

James said...

PS Nice work on the latest Paracinema, Emily. Really enjoyed your piece on the women of Romero's Dead movies.

Emily said...

Thanks James!

I can't really recommend Tiptoes. It's awful. But BIZARRELY awful, so maybe I can. I mean, Gary Oldman plays a little person. Matthew McConoughy is his brother. It also seems to have been chopped up every which way, so I'm sure there was a *better* film in there at some point but really, it's atrocious. In a fascinating way.

Mykal said...

I liked this one alot, too, for the reasons others have mentioned: The free-wheeling style of Witherspone is always a joy. She's just one of those rare human beings completely at her ease in front of a camera and never makes a wrong move. An incredible natural - even in lightweight fare, she's always special.

Nice also is your tip of the hat to Shields, who has the power to surprise.

Well done!