Frame stories are always challenging for both the creators and the observers. Add to this a trying plot based on varying strands of complex emotions ranging from hardship and pain to beauty and art to truth and the meaning of life and you have yourself quite the project. Unfortunately for directors Brian Klugman and Lee Sternthal, while successfully grafting a few impactful moments in The Words, the end product lacks in clear, cohesive result or connection, instead delivering the sad specter of what might have been.
Premise: A writer contemplates life and meaning as he discovers the steep price he must pay for stealing another man’s work. Result: Some good acting drowned by a weak, choppy, confusing script keeps this film from going anywhere.
The film focuses on several stories within stories, framing reality in such as a way as to add layers and depth to a tale that really, had it been executed well, did not require it. We begin with Clay Hammond (Dennis Quaid), a successful author reading from his latest book, simply entitled, The Words. While revered, there is something, sad, lonely and out-of-sorts about him, a certain anxious exhaustion that seeps through the skin.
As he reads, he introduces us to a young couple – Rory Jansen (Bradley Cooper), a promising young author, and his girlfriend and soul mate Dora (Zoe Saldana) – who have lived together since college, and despite their poverty, have an adorable “Gift of the Magi” sensibility that makes all right in the world. But soon we discover that all isn’t right in the world for Rory, who, as a struggling writer is forced to continue to take money from his father (J.K. Simmons) and finds he is too “unknown” to be published.
And then suddenly, everything changes. After stumbling upon an old briefcase, he discovers a manuscript. He is instantly enchanted, overwhelmed by the writing, by the words that are somehow deeper than anything he has ever known. The film, of course, selfishly clings to this romanticized notion, never sharing what characterizes this depth, instead simply tossing words like “truer” and “deeper” and then showing crying or exasperated characters to communicate this elevated sense of art.
Rory re-types the entire manuscript, desperate to feel this level of talent, to “let the words flow through him” even for a fleeting moment. He is destroyed by this process, realizing that “he will never be as good as this writer”; but when Dora discovers the re-typed manuscript, she is equally overwhelmed and insists he publish it. And so begins the lie, the choice to become the author of words he did not write.
The remainder of the tale follows Rory as he becomes the darling of the literary world, as readers everywhere ravenously devour his prose. And Clay reads on, somberly retelling the story, as Rory is confronted by the Old Man (Jeremy Irons), the true author of the manuscript, who recounts the tale that is not found in the book. And Clay, struggling through the work, is further confronted by Daniella (Olivia Wilde), a grad student insistent on probing him for a deeper view of the book, to understand his connection to the story.
The film itself, despite rather intriguing potential, devolves into a choppy, confusing, clichéd mess that borders on overindulgence and pretense. A story such as this, one that examines life and failure, particularly in art, has the opportunity to affect audiences in deep, moving ways, helping them to reflect on meaning and their own relationships to love and life.
Instead, while The Words attempts this, it is a holistic failure; although there are several moments where audiences are given impressions of the film’s purpose, of the profound meaning it endeavors to characterize, the whole of the film staggers, depending on oblique events and unoriginal stories to resonate. Further, the film is hindered by a distinct lack of focus, producing conversations with countless “words” but very little significance or scenes and events strung together without any clear message.
The acting in the film is also inconsistent, further mired in a script that isn’t sure what it is trying to do. Irons is strong as the crotchety Old Man, departing from his usual, charismatic self now inhabiting a ruined creature filled with nuance and melancholy. But even his talent can’t justify half the nonsense he sputters. Cooper, once again is quite powerful and believable, as is Saldana, both serving as a couple in love who fall into ruin and despair.
Quaid and Wilde, on the other hand, do not seem to understand the script they are reciting from. They look confused by the words coming out of their mouths and Quaid, in particular, seems clueless about the character he is playing. Neither should be blamed, however, since it is unclear anyone knew why they were there or what they were trying to be.
The resolution is painfully anticlimactic and predictable. While the entire film begs us to wonder what will happen next, once we find out, despite the complex delivery, nothing seems to matter. There is an interesting link between Rory and the Old Man in terms of the pain “the words” represent, but even this can’t help the plot. And so while there are a few intriguing moments that might make audiences sense something stimulating may come, nothing does, leaving us lower than when we started.
In the end, The Words forces audiences to ask all the wrong questions. Rather than focus on meaning and revel in the pathos of the material, we focus instead on the mistakes. Observers may ask why the writers chose so many story lines? The Clay storyline is completely unnecessary and its ultimate resolution adds only more confusion. This time might better have been spent building out the Old Man storylines, in particular answering question like, why when in a fit of despair does ‘the young man’ just start writing? This especially since prior his only link to reading and writing was minimal…and haven’t we seen this before? Oh and isn’t his longing for Hemmingway just a bit too on the nose? And on and on until observers realize the only question worth asking in this film is, why are we watching this in the first place?
Rating: 5 – A luke-warm Pinot Grigio