If being Charlie Kaufman is no fun, watching Charlie Kaufman is a real drag.

Adapt This 

If being Charlie Kaufman is no fun, watching Charlie Kaufman is a real drag.

Adaptation is the most overrated movie of the year (of all time?), lauded by people who should know better. Film critics have either been suckered by its gimmick (Being John Malkovich screenwriter Charlie Kaufman can't adapt a book for the big screen and winds up writing himself into his screenplay -- genius!) or they're too afraid to look stupid for hating a Spike Jonze-directed movie that aspires to brilliance and ends up obvious and not a little oblivious.

Adaptation is like that guy who hands you something rancid, tells you it stinks, then demands that you smell it anyway. What you're watching isn't a movie but rather, in the words of self-loathing Charlie, a series of "false starts and wrong approaches."

Charlie has been hired by a studio exec (Tilda Swinton) to adapt New Yorker writer Susan Orlean's 1999 The Orchid Thief. The book began as a magazine article about Florida orchid poacher John Laroche and evolved into a book about obsessions, con men, the allure of the "smart" and "sexy" orchid, the history of Seminoles and the Fakahatchee swamp ... and on and on, to such an extent that it's less a narrative than a trip inside Orlean's head and heart (Being Susan Orlean?). Charlie, who despises his soft body and thinning hair and drips sweat like a leaky faucet, can find no way into Orlean's book. Asked to translate something unmalleable, he takes the easiest way out of the swamp: Charlie writes about how hard it is to write, certainly a favorite subject among critics intimidated by the blank screen. (In The New York Times, A.O. Scott begins his review of Adaptation by writing about how hard it is to write a review of Adaptation: "As the deadline for this review approached, I pictured myself in his agitated state, pacing the floor in a sweat, muttering nonsense into a hand-held tape recorder and then desperately stalling my impatient editors." Did everyone get hit over the head with a meta pipe?)

In its first half, Adaptation gives us two movies: In one, told in flashback, Orlean (Meryl Streep) goes to Florida, meets Laroche (a manic and spindly Chris Cooper, missing his top front teeth) and falls under the sway of his intensity and passion. For all his complaints about adapting the impossible, the real-life Kaufman manages to wring from Orlean's sponge of a book a fairly engrossing narrative about ardor and inevitable disappointment. You're left, though, only to wonder what might have been; Charlie, the real or imagined version, has little interest in anything but his "narcissistic," "self-indulgent" and "pathetic" musings. This is a film that struggles to unravel navel lint. In the other movie, Charlie muddles through his script and life while wanna-be Donald (a twin that's a figment of the real Kaufman's imagination) preaches the suffocating tenets of real-life screenwriting teacher Robert McKee (played by Brian Cox); Donald even writes (and sells!) his own hackneyed movie about a serial killer. Charlie, all pose and pretension, loathes Donald's successes with writing and women. (Donald lands Maggie Gyllenhaal; Charlie makes do with jerking off.)

But halfway through, the narratives merge. Donald is suddenly reading The Orchid Thief while Charlie pores through Story, McKee's revered book on screenwriting, and the movie turns into everything Charlie abhors and Donald adores. Adaptation succumbs, collapses: Charlie promised his wouldn't be a movie full of car chases and drugs and death and phony insights into the human soul and all that shit, but that's the best Adaptation can offer in the end. It becomes the very thing its creators insist they hate, which isn't meta or ironic or thoughtful at all. It's lazy and solipsistic -- pardon, astounding and provocative. My mistake.

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