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BOXING HELENA
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USA. 1993.
Director/Screenplay – Jennifer Chambers Lynch, Story – Philippe Caland, Producer – Carl Mazzocone, Photography – Frank Byers, Music – Graeme Revell, Visual Effects – Fantasy II Film Effects, Prosthetics – Bill ‘Splat’ Johnson, Art Direction – Paul Huggins. Production Company – Republic Pictures/Philippe Caland/Main Line Pictures/Overstreet Productions.
Cast:
Julian Sands (Nick Cavanaugh), Sherilyn Fenn (Helena), Betsy Clark (Anne Garrett), Art Garfunkel (Dr Lawrence Augustine), Bill Paxton (Ray O’Malley), Kurtwood Smith (Dr Alan Harrison), Bryan Smith (Russell)
Plot: Surgeon Nick Cavanaugh is obsessed with the beautiful but bitchy Helena, although she persistently rejects his advances. But then he is witness as Helena is hit by a car. He takes her back to his place where he is forced to surgically remove her legs. He keeps her there, patiently tending her. But she scorns and refuses to be dependent on him, even when he surgically removes her arms after she tries to strangle him in an escape attempt. A strange relationship eventually grows between them, where she tries to teach him how a woman should be loved.
Boxing Helena attracted quite a bit of media attention before it premiered. This principally came from two sources. The first of these was the court decision to award seven million dollars to the film’s producers who claimed that Kim Basinger had opted out on a verbal agreement to star in the film that had been made over a lunch meeting, a meeting Basinger claims she never had. Secondly, the notice it attracted was that it is the debut (and so far only film) of twenty-five year old Jennifer Chambers Lynch who suddenly developed a whole new middle names – Jennifer ‘daughter of David’ Lynch. When people considered Boxing Helena ’s subject matter, the thinking went, is family obsession catching? With all this attention in the gossip columns, very little was actually focused on the merits of the film itself – not many people went to see it when it did open and the critics were uniformly unimpressed. All the furore aside, Boxing Helena is quite an impressive film in its own right.
The film doesn’t start out terribly promisingly – the build-up is maddeningly slow. The dialogue falls deadeningly flat and Jennifer Chambers Lynch’s camera set-ups seem exasperatingly bland. But just when one feels like giving up on it completely, the film starts to develop in most unusual ways. One thing that makes Boxing Helena interesting is its constant refusal to conform to any type of generic expectations. It reminds of similar dark romantic obsession films like Misery (1990), Pedro Almodovar’s Tie Me Up! Tie Me Down (1990) and particularly The Collector (1965). [Although the ultimate film about love, obsession and amputation must be the incredibly perverse silent classic The Unknown (1927)]. But Jennifer Chambers Lynch is not interested in the thriller aspects at all – there is only one scene that fitfully concentrates on Sherilyn Fenn’s attempts to escape and that is it. She also tastefully shies away from giving us a freakshow as her old man would be wont to do – we never, for instance, actually see Helena’s limbless stumps.
In fact considering its subject matter, Boxing Helena is almost unbelievably tasteful. The most Lynch manages is a couple of shocks upon the revelation of each of Helena’s progressive stages of limblessness – but all one sees of that is Sherilyn Fenn without her arms in her sleeves or legs beneath her night-gown. Lynch pere would have undoubtedly jumped in with scenes of Sherilyn Fenn trying to escape by crawling on her limbless stumps or of Julian Sands making love to her amputated body, but Jennifer has a very, very different film than that in mind. Slowly the film develops through Sherilyn Fenn’s refusal to need Julian Sands and his self-debasing need to have her accept him, to the surprising point where, in one startling dream scene, Fenn develops limbs again and tells him how he ought to treat a woman. It’s a scene that contains some great writing from Jennifer Chambers Lynch. What starts out to be a quite perverse story about twisted sexual obsession, abduction and enforced surgery quite contrarily turns out to be a treatise on how it is that women really want to be treated by men.
Lynch is not sure how to end the film and uses one of the corniest devices in the book – the it-was-all-a-dream ending – which produced howls of outrage from the film’s critics. Although, in truth, it doesn’t work too badly. Lynch’s main problem with the film though is really her cast. Kim Basinger, who has a respectable lineage in boundary-pushing screen erotica, would have been great, but Lynch has to make do with Sherilyn Fenn. Fenn (who came to attention in David Lynch’s tv series Twin Peaks [1990-1]) is a terrible non-actress, but here she is at least the most convincing she has appeared in a role, although that is all due to Lynch’s characterization. Such, on the other hand, could not be said for Julian Sands’s squirmingly introverted performance, which is just plain awful.
Copyright Richard Scheib 1994
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