By Stephanie Zacharek
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That anyone should consider making a film of Reinaldo Arenas's memoir, Before Night Falls, is curious. That the person to do it should be painter-turned-film-director Julian Schnabel is truly unusual. And that the results should be as good as they are is most remarkable of all.
It would appear that the supernova of the '80s New York art scene wasn't just taking a fashionable detour with Basquiat, his 1996 biopic of fellow wunderkind artist Jean Michel Basquiat. For Before Night Falls deals with a world that no one in New York, and precious few elsewhere, know much about: Cuba, under Castro, as lived through -- which is to say, just barely survived -- by gay artists and intellectuals. It's a decidedly grim picture, even grimmer than the splashy spectacle of Basquiat's self-destruction that left him dead of a heroin overdose at age 28. Arenas's story is a downer that doesn't produce despair, however, and that's because of the exceptional bravery of Arenas himself and the understanding displayed by both Schnabel and his extraordinary leading man, Javier Bardem.
Born in 1943 to a desperately poor family in the town of Holguin, Arenas was a teenager when Castro's rebels overthrew the Batista dictatorship. Already distinguished by his teachers -- and damned by his relatives -- for his poetic talents, Arenas was someone marked for a hard life from the start. But he was in for a very peculiar form of hardship under Castro. Coming to Havana, winning a job at the National Library and getting attention for his early novel, Singing From the Well, Arenas seemed to be on his way to a successful literary career. But totalitarian regimes have little use for artists, particularly gay ones.
Arenas's second book, The Hallucinations (known as The Ill-Fated Peregrinations of Fray Servando), was censored in Cuba and smuggled to France, where its mixture of everyday observation and quasi-surrealist detail, the hallmark of all of Arenas's writing, won it awards. In Cuba, the author was rapidly gathering respect among a circle of gay writers that included Jose Lezama Lima and Virgilio Pinera. But this same circle was being even more rapidly marginalized and attacked by the Castro regime, both for its antipathy to Castro's politics and for its flagrant gayness. Totalitarian governments exacerbate certain flaws of democratic ones in a rather haphazard manner. (For a vivid reminder, see Paragraph 175, Jeffrey Friedman and Rob Epstein's brilliant new documentary about gays in Germany during the Third Reich.) The Nazis sent some gays to prison and others to concentration camps for varying lengths of time; some got through relatively unscathed, while others were subjected to sinister medical experiments. Likewise in Castro's Cuba, where some gay writers were in and out of prison, and others -- like Arenas -- were tossed into the darkest hellholes for years.
Arenas refused to buckle under. When his novels Farewell to the Sea and The Palace of the White Skunkswere confiscated by guards, he rewrote them from memory and had them smuggled out of prison for eventual publication. Finally, in 1980, Arenas was allowed to join the group of "undesirables" on the Mariel Harbor boatlift. Coming to the "freedom" of America, he encountered indifference from the Cuban community and incomprehension from the American left. And then he contracted AIDS. Not wanting to go through its most painful terminal stages, he killed himself in 1990 -- leaving behind his memoir and several novels of incalculable literary and political significance.
Schnabel brings it all back to life, thanks to a businesslike screenplay co-written with Cunningham O'Keefe and Lazaro Gomez Carriles, sharp direction and a truly amazing performance by Javier Bardem. The Spanish actor, who has appeared previously in films by Bigas Luna and Pedro Almodóvar, is a revelation in this role. While he has the advantage of actually resembling Arenas, he doesn't coast on looks alone. In a remarkably precise and incisive way, he shows the writer's move from shy child to assured novelist, from insecure gay youth to confident adult refusing to give in to any form of tyranny, whether human or viral. He's complemented by excellent supporting work, particularly from the always amazing Johnny Depp, who plays both an imprisoned transvestite (who smuggles Arenas's manuscript in his anal cavity) and a brutal prison guard, and Andrea Di Stefano as a fair-weather gay friend. Olivier Martinez as Arenas protegé Gomez Carriles is likewise impressive -- particularly in the harrowing final scene, which alone makes the film worthwhile.
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