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No writer ever gazed deeper or more despairingly into the prison of middle-class American conformity than Richard Yates, which may explain why none of his books sold more than 12,000 copies in his lifetime and why it's taken more than forty years for one of them to reach the big screen. It is said that we go to the movies for escapism, after all, and Yates's great subject was the very thing many of us seek to escape — namely, the lives of prefabricated mediocrity we settle for when personal ambition yields to the desire to be "just like everyone else." Decades before divorce lawyers and prescription pharmaceuticals became convenient panaceas for all that ails us, Yates (1926-1992) pulled back the curtain on Auden's "Age of Anxiety" and found that the plasticine dream of suburban bliss was something closer to a waking nightmare.
So there's a wonderfully perverse irony in the fact that the film version of Yates's first and most lauded novel, Revolutionary Road, stars Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet — the very actors who defined everlasting movie romance for an entire generation of film-goers as the star-crossed lovers in James Cameron's Titanic. Here, Kate and Leo once again strive to keep their heads above water, gasping for air. Only in Revolutionary Road, the sinking ship pulling them down is their own marriage.
Like many of Yates's characters, Frank and April Wheeler appear to be the most average of post-war average Americans — he a mid-level worker bee for the same New York corporation where his father eked out an anonymous existence, she a stay-at-home mother of two with a well-kept home in a tree-lined corner of western Connecticut. But it wasn't so long ago that Frank was a combat vet turned lower Manhtattan bon vivant — "an intense, nicotine-stained Jean-Paul Sartre sort of man," Yates writes — and April was a young starlet who fell under his worldly spell. And despite their newfound comfort and prosperity, they have both held on to this memory of earlier times and used it to convince themselves that they were once "interesting" people and could be so again. Deep down, they know that this life of suburban anonymity isn't for them. Deeper down, they fear they may be wrong.
In what may be a last-ditch attempt to save themselves, April makes an inspired proposal: Why don't they just pack it all in and move to Paris, where she'll take a job and Frank will be free to...well, to "find himself"? And for a while, the Wheelers' escape plan buoys them and gives them even greater contempt for the pettiness — the "hopeless emptiness," as Frank memorably terms it — of everything around them. Until, that is, April gets the news that sends their can't-miss plan on a collision course with a metaphorical iceberg.
Directed by Sam Mendes from a scrupulously faithful adaptation by Justin Haythe, Revolutionary Road isn't a great movie — it lacks the full, soul-crushing force of the novel — but what works in it works so well, and is so tricky to pull off, that you can't help but admire it. By no means an easy candidate for adaptation, Yates dwells in the shadow area between people's conscious and subconscious selves, between the faces they show to the world (and even their spouses) and the ones they see when they look in the bedroom mirror at night. To fully grasp Revolutionary Road is to understand that two people can be at their most alone when they are together.
Perhaps owing to his stage background, Mendes is the sort of movie director who tends to come up with a single, all-encompassing stylistic concept and then rarely deviates from it. That seemed like a shortcoming in his previous films, but in Revolutionary Road it translates into a stately, semi-detached, observational approach that makes it seem as if Frank and April Wheeler's Good Housekeeping home were itself directing the movie. Which is only fitting for a film that, by the end, turns into a far more unsettling haunted-house story than The Amityville Horror. An ex-critic friend complained that this gave him the feeling of watching two John Cassavetes characters trapped in a Yasujiro Ozu film, but this, it seems to me, is precisely the point. Even after Frank and April's climactic knock-down, drag-out argument, chez Wheeler is markedly undisturbed — sitting there, biding its time, waiting to devour its next victims and their futile ambitions.
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