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K-PAX is one of these
weird warm and fuzzy movies that ends up being just fuzzy. Maybe things would have turned out better if Robin
Williams had been available for the role of Prot, here played by Kevin Spacey,
who despite his name, just doesn't connect to the space-man wannabe or even
might-be. Meanwhile, in a
pleasant bit of irony, Jeff Bridges plays the other side of his Starman
role. Along
the way through this muddled enterprise, we get too many Hollywood clichés.
You can predict what is going to happen when you cram overworked dads,
over-devoted psychiatrists, and psychotics with hearts of gold who go around
healing each other into one thin plot.
So, what is going on here? How
about something along the lines of Rainman has some Close Encounters
with E.T. in the Cuckoo’s Nest?
Is Prot an earthling, a saint, a looney, an alien, or various other
possibilities which the film’s advertising proposes to celebrate?
Who knows? (You won’t.)
Who cares? (I didn’t.)
It’s all a sort of New Age mess, with allegory here, not to mention you
can imagine the kind of music there, and too much Kevin Spacey all over the
place. He can become a very
tiresome fixture, even when he is eating an unpeeled banana. (So much for the gossip magazines’ speculation about his
private life.)
POPCORN
Charles Fort was a late 19th-early 20th
century collector of and commentator on weird phenomena, who probably would have
loved to have met Prot, on his own terms. The weirdness of Fort can be seen in
its lush originality in, of all places, the Online
Sacred Text Archives, with two
complete books, Book
of the Damned
and New Lands, which provide a few moments of more genuine amusement than
amazement. The Sacred Texts editors
dangle a quote that packs more paranoia into two sentences than X-Files
gets into a whole season: "I think that we're fished for. It may be that
we're highly esteemed by super-epicures somewhere."
Fort’s mission of chronicling phenomena that just
about defy chronicling is continued in The
Fortean Times, which does not so much evoke the master as smack of supermarket
tabloids, with its coverage of “Tunnel things, cat telepathy, screaming monks,
balls of light and more!” But, at least, you can read it online for
free.