Plot
A teenage skateboarder's life begins to fray after he is involved in the accidental death of a security guard.
Release Year: 2007
Rating: 6.8/10 (15,983 voted)
Critic's Score: 83/100
Director:
Gus Van Sant
Stars: Gabe Nevins, Daniel Liu, Taylor Momsen
Storyline The teenager and skateboarder Alex is interviewed by Detective Richard Lu that is investigating the death of a security guard in the rail yards severed by a train that was apparently hit by a skate board. While dealing with the separation process of his parents and the sexual heat of his virgin girlfriend Jennifer, Alex writes his last experiences in Paranoid Park with his new acquaintances and how the guard was killed, trying to relieve his feeling of guilty from his conscience.
Writers: Gus Van Sant, Blake Nelson
Cast: Gabe Nevins
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Alex
Daniel Liu
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Detective Richard Lu
(as Dan Liu)
Jake Miller
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Jared
Taylor Momsen
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Jennifer
Lauren McKinney
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Macy
Scott Patrick Green
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Scratch
(as Scott Green)
John Michael Burrowes
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Security Guard
(as John 'Mike' Burrowes)
Grace Carter
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Alex's Mom
Jay 'Smay' Williamson
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Alex's Dad
Christopher Doyle
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Uncle Tommy
Dillon Hines
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Henry
Emma Nevins
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Paisley
Brad Peterson
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Jolt
Winfield Jackson
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Christian
(as Winfield Henry Jackson)
Joe Schweitzer
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Paul
Filming Locations: Burnside Skatepark, Portland, Oregon, USA
Opening Weekend: $29,828
(USA)
(9 March 2008)
(2 Screens)
Gross: $486,021
(USA)
(8 June 2008)
Technical Specs
Runtime:
Did You Know?
Trivia:
Director Cameo:
[Gus Van Sant]
Makes an appearance in the coffee shop scene, reading a newspaper.
Goofs:
Continuity:
During the scene where Alex pushes the guard who gets slashed by the trains' wheels, the guard falls backwards, so he's suppose to be lying on his back, but on the shot where Alex is standing next to him, the guard seems to be as he fell forward, and lies on his stomach.
Quotes: Alex:
I just feel like there's something outside of normal life. Outside of teachers, breakups, girlfriends. Like, right out there, like outside - there's like different levels of... stuff.
User Review
Tadzio-Raskolnikov in Portland
Rating: 8/10
I'm not a Gus Van Sant fan, but I have to admit "Paranoid Park" got
under my skin: it's a fascinating film. His adaptation of the novel by
Blake Nelson (both GVS and Nelson are from Oregon and their oeuvre is
centered around American Teenland) allows GVS to do a sort of
small-scale contemporary American version of "Crime and Punishment". As
in Dostoyevsky, GVS uses a gruesome killing (deliberate in Dostoyevsky,
accidental here) as a motif to expose the nature and process of guilt,
(self-) punishment, youth, conventions, repressed emotions, social and
moral malaise in his society.
Gus Van Aschenba... uh, I mean Gus Van Sant's fascination with teen
boys is taken to the hilt in "Paranoid Park", as he follows his
unfathomable Tadzio-Raskolnikov: the introspective, sexually ambiguous
and emotionally muted skateboarder named Alex, played by Gabe Nevins,
whose blank Botticelli face and blasé demeanor hide his character's
soul-searching turmoil. The swooning, voyeuristic camera follows Alex
so closely and so insistently that it seems it's trying to penetrate
and discover, under those expressionless features and monotone voice,
the complex feelings that Alex is struggling to understand and keep
under control, especially after tragedy strikes when he kills a
security guard in a terrible railway accident.
The "thriller" plot is cleverly built, but of lesser importance; it's
Alex's existential/moral crisis and GVS's concern with "America's
misfit kids" that really matter in "Paranoid Park". The serpentine
camera dances around the skateboarders in slow motion, à la Wong
Kar-Wai, observing their beautiful air arabesques and their
gravity-challenging leaps that seem to reach for cleaner oxygen, above
ground-stuck conformity and ordinariness. The adrenaline-addicted
skateboarders of Paranoid Park live in a sort of adolescent purgatory,
where time also seems to loop; "growing-up" (which includes the
possibility of going to war) is postponed, and it's no wonder we see
some "over-aged" teens there, like the older guy who takes Alex to the
ill-fated freight train ride.
But "Paranoid Park" is more than a sympathetic portrait of a certain
American youth (the kind that we don't often see in American movies).
It's also a free-spirited aesthetic exploration, visually (contrasting
film textures; focus/out-of-focus shots; marked impressionistic style;
the trademark but still hypnotizing slow-motion shots of cameraman's
Christopher Doyle); rhythmically (witty editing, and we can thank all
our gods it's only 85 minutes long), and aurally (GVS uses a VERY
eclectic soundtrack -- classical music, folk, rock, hip hop, French
concrete music and a lot of Nino Rota -- like a teen zapping his iPod).
I was especially puzzled at GVS's extensive use of Rota's score for
Fellini's "Juliet of the Spirits". At first, sight and sound didn't
seem to match at all; but then it's true that both Alex and Giulietta
are closed-in, dissatisfied, emotionally repressed misfits trying to
cope with their loneliness and malaise by learning to confront and
accept their personal ghosts -- though, by the end of their journey, we
may fear for their mental sanity.
Another fascinating aspect of "Paranoid Park" is that GVS shows mature
fair-play about his traumatic failure with the "Psycho" remake (also
photographed by Doyle). Most obviously with two scenes that directly
revisit "Psycho": the car-driving scene in rainy weather with non-stop
music on the soundtrack -- a sign of the upcoming ominous events; and
the magnificent shower scene, this time in extreme close- up and
extreme slow-motion, with running water flowing through Alex's long
hair forming a translucent, medusa-like image of mesmerizing beauty,
electrified by a crescendo effect of (apparently) rattling waterdrop
sounds mixed with loud bird chirps (remember bird sounds also inspired
the legendary Bernard Herrmann's staccato shower murder theme in
"Psycho", as Norman Bates was a bird taxidermist). There's even the
same shot of Alex slowly gliding down against the wall in the shower,
as Marion Crane in Hitchcock's classic.
Both in "Psycho" and in "Paranoid Park", the shower scenes are a
body/soul-cleansing ritual, the climax of each film and a turning point
for the protagonists: for Marion Crane it's unexpected death
(punishment); for Alex it's the decision to keep silent about his crime
(self-punishment). As in "Psycho", there is the observation of guilt
underneath "innocent" appearance (Alex, Marion Crane and Norman Bates
look perfectly innocent), and repressed sexuality (both Alex and Norman
are sexually numb though aware they're attractive to women). And as in
"Psycho", there's the unfailing intuition of a detective, here played
by Daniel Liu, who looks like an Asian Martin Balsam, and whose eyes
are so different one from the other -- one is lidless, accusatory,
fixed; the other is heavy-lidded, world-weary, understanding --that
when he stares at Alex he seems to figure out both sides of the boy.
The main weakness in the film is GVS's portrayal of females. It's
obvious Alex couldn't care less about his hysterical cheer-leading
girlfriend determined to get rid of her virginity, but did she have to
be portrayed as an insufferable bore? And did Lauren McKinney, who
plays the girl secretly in love with Alex, have to be so unflatteringly
photographed? (compare her cruel close-ups with the slow-motion parade
of gorgeous skateboarding ephebes at the school). And need I say Alex's
mother (as in "Psycho") is only seen out of focus, far in the distance
or from behind? (this time around we DO get to see the face and body of
a father in a GVS film -- and, man, it's a scary vision).
Even if "Paranoid Park" isn't your cup of tea, one has to admit GVS is
a rarity among established contemporary American filmmakers: he has,
through the years, been brave enough to stick to his thematic
obsessions (young male beauty, the loneliness of non-conformism, the
failure of the American dream and the traditional family, the
complexity that lies under the apparent numbness and superficiality of
American teens), and put them in films that -- while certainly not for
all tastes -- get more fascinating as they get more personal and
self-revelatory by refusing to be "big".
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