Cyrus
2010, R, 93 min. Directed by Jay Duplass, Mark Duplass. Starring John C. Reilly, Jonah Hill, Marisa Tomei, Catherine Keener, Matt Walsh.
REVIEWED By Marjorie Baumgarten, Fri., June 25, 2010
With Cyrus, the transition of the Duplass brothers from their germinal Austin filmmaking roots into full-blown Hollywood filmmakers is complete – even though their new comedy will not be mistaken for any studio-generated yukfest. The addition to their work of an Oscar-tier cast raises the Duplasses’ off-kilter material to a new high, though the team’s visual improvements remain less noticeable and more predictable. As with the brothers’ previous features, The Puffy Chair and Baghead, they manage in Cyrus to spin an appealing yarn from thin narrative threads. Their end result is less the point than the process of getting there (which may help explain why the ending of Cyrus is so unsatisfying). At the heart of this film is a story about psychological incest in which a 21-year-old man-boy vies with an appropriate suitor for his mother’s affections. The tone of the film is more comic than icky, a quality due in large measure to the talent of the actors rather than the skills of the co-writers/directors. Hill plays the mama’s boy, Cyrus, whose unnaturally possessive attachment to his mother, Molly (Tomei), poses an impediment for John (Reilly), a lonely guy who thinks he may have finally found true love with Molly who, as we gradually discover, has had a good share in shaping Cyrus’ pathology. Yet the story is presented primarily as a psychological duel between Cyrus and John. Molly remains underwritten throughout: The character provides no insight into how things evolved to such a sorry state, and the filmmakers never even tell us how she supports herself and her son. Wasting Tomei should be considered a serious crime against cinema. Hill and Reilly are a delightful match, however, coyly deflecting each other’s blows in their secret game of one-upmanship. The Duplasses’ visual style puts the emphasis on the characters’ faces, moving the camera from head to head so that the film almost becomes an accumulation of reaction shots. The effect suits the film, as its mind games are built on a series of thrusts and parries, but the technique gets old rather quickly. Still, Cyrus is very funny, and Keener’s supporting work as John’s divorced ex also amuses. A pat conclusion nevertheless negates the strength of the restive narrative that precedes it. (See "Men With Mommy Issues," June 25, for a related interview.)
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Cyrus, Jay Duplass, Mark Duplass, John C. Reilly, Jonah Hill, Marisa Tomei, Catherine Keener, Matt Walsh