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CINEMA, Page 94Beyond the FringeBy Richard Schickel
TRUE BELIEVER
Directed by Joseph Ruben; Screenplay by Wesley Strick
James Woods is not exactly an obscure actor. The man has
actually had an Academy Award nomination, among other
show-accolades. But compared with every Tom, Jack and Dustin, he
is truly one of the unsung actors in movies today.
His cult knows where to find him: playing fringe characters in
fringe features like Videodrome and, just a couple of months ago,
portraying a man succumbing to the twin addictions of ambition and
drugs in The Boost. His Oscar nomination was for Salvador, a
feverish performance of Yanqui journalism confronting Latin
revolution that never found the audience it deserved. The big
crowd, catching Woods occasionally on television or doing heavy
duty in a mainstream movie, has yet to get his message. Or maybe
that message is too clear and the public hates what it is hearing.
For this is the age of the really cute guy, and James Woods is
a really scary guy, as he shows in his portrayal of lawyer Eddie
Dodd in True Believer. At the start of the film he sticks his face
into a jury box and yells. It is a demonic face, hollowed out by
unfathomable passions, the eyes agleam with an anger that may be
authentic, or may be faked for persuasive purposes. Or maybe its
roots are in something that happened to Eddie in kindergarten. Who
knows?
Only Woods. But he's not telling. He's just behaving, out
there on the enigmatic edge of the sociopathic, as the sole ruler
of the emotional territory that he has made uniquely his. And what
is he screaming about? Why, the violated constitutional rights of
his client, who just happens to be a guilty-as-sin drug dealer.
Eddie bullies the jury into an acquittal all right, but behavior
like this is not calculated to get an audience rooting for him.
Neither is the plot in which writer Wesley Strick and director
Joseph Ruben (himself something of a cult figure for The Stepfather
two years ago) enmesh him. Eddie's main business may be
straightforward enough: to free from Sing Sing a Korean American
named Shu Kai Kim (Yuji Okumoto), who is doing hard, not to say
life-threatening time for a murder he did not commit. But the path
to belated justice is a sleazy maze, twisted as a paranoiac's
logic. A key witness is a man who believes the telephone company
assassinated John F. Kennedy.
Neo-Nazis and a plumbing-supply merchant with sidelines in
piety and jealous rage lurk there, along with a mastermind whose
ends may justify his means but not his perpetual sneer. Youth
gangs, corrupt cops, drug smugglers and, yes, some late-model
toilet bowls also have their places in a tale whose complexities
would devour most actors.
But Woods' angry energy is clarifying as well as terrifying,
and when he unleashes it (usually without warning), the effect is
to focus our attention where it belongs, not on a suspense story
but on the mysteries of human behavior. Not that there are any
comfortable conclusions. Woods' idealistic young associate (Robert
Downey Jr.) keeps hoping that Eddie will rediscover his '60s
idealism. A private eye (Margaret Colin) is standing by to offer
redemptive love. These easy, familiar motivations are avoided.
Eddie Dodd is not going to be anybody's exemplary case. He is a
marginal one, a hard one, and, like the actor who plays him, proud
of it. And proud to do what he does superbly.