By Marc S. Sanders
Two crimes, thirty years apart, pave the destiny for three childhood friends during their adulthood, while residing in the same Irish neighborhood of Boston. Sean Penn is Jimmy, a former criminal. Kevin Bacon is Sean, a police detective. Tim Robbins is Davey, who was held captive and molested for four days following an afternoon when the guys were playing street hockey together. Naturally, Davey was never the same but over the course of events in Clint Eastwood’s psychological crime drama, Mystic River, we learn that Jimmy and Sean likely changed too.
Jimmy’s daughter, Katie (Emmy Rossum), is found brutally murdered following an evening of bar hopping with girlfriends. Sean and his partner Whitey (Laurence Fishburne) head up the investigation. While the magnetic screenplay written by Brian Helgeland, based upon the novel by Dennis Lehane, relies on a who done it track, that seems to be less a priority as details unfold for the trio of men. Jimmy and Davey’s wives (Laura Linney, Marcia Gay Harden) may be hiding some information. A possible murder weapon invites some curious questions. There’s reason to question Katie’s boyfriend, and Davey’s odd behavior combined with his childhood trauma raises eyebrows as he was one of the last men to see Katie alive.
The less you know about Mystic River the better, but this engrossing cast which earned Oscars for Penn and Robbins, plus a nomination for Harden, is not the only stand out feature. This film is one of Clint Eastwood’s best directing efforts; definitely one of my favorites.
First, Eastwood hides many of his characters in dark shadows so the viewer never forgets that all these people have pasts they regret or would rather not resurface. Sometimes, you hauntingly recognize the silhouettes of Sean Penn and Tim Robbins, each for different and unnerving reasons. Eastwood notably shoots himself this way often when he’s in front of his camera (Unforgiven, Sudden Impact, Million Dollar Baby). It’s a brilliant photographic strategy that will make you fear or empathize with his flawed protagonists.
Second, Clint Eastwood shoots much of the Boston neighborhood with wide overhead shots in the daytime. Interiors offer little light no matter the time of day. Exteriors present the multi floor homes which are easy to see and showcase a labyrinth of crevices, yards and blocks where activity occurs.
While the title of Lehane’s mystery is hardly spoken until a series of shocking revelations occur at the end, Eastwood ensures the setting of this Boston Irish populace is given much attention. The more closely located these homes are up against one another, the less apt that any of the residents can truly see what’s going on under their nose. These people live on top of each other with no room to spread out. Their nearsightedness is practically blinding.
Furthermore, Eastwood composed the morose soundtrack for this piece. The director seems to speak to the audience because nothing good will likely arrive for any of these folks who grew up together like the generations before them. Even a colorful Red Sox cap worn by Davey does not offer much cheer or Boston pride. Eastwood’s musical compositions paint a modern-day setting encased in unimaginable heartache.
Mystic River is not an easy film to watch. Yet it’s not gory. It’s not scary. It’s the internal struggles of these characters that’s hard to imagine or observe. On the surface Lehane’s story seems reminiscent of most any other crime drama or Law & Order episode of the week. The challenge is to watch these masterful performances, especially from Sean Penn, Tim Robbins and Marcia Gay Harden.
We’ve seen moments where the father comes upon the crime scene of a murdered child. However, Sean Penn delivers this staple with raw, unbearable heartache. This actor invests his soul into the moment and reminds any one of us, whether we are a parent or child, of how wrenching it is to even imagine losing a loved one to senseless violence. If I had to ever experience an episode like this, it might just take the entire police force to hold me down too.
Robbins and Harden are husband and wife, who get in over their heads when incidents of surprise occur. Harden is especially ripped apart with what she knows and what she suspects. Robbins embraces an inner child who has never outgrown a trauma that stubbornly stays attached to him, even if he’s a loving father.
As difficult as Mystic River is to watch, I’ll return to it on repeat because this cast and crew are at the top of their game. Dennis Lehane has written other Boston crime stories (Gone Baby Gone with the film adaptation directed by Ben Affleck), particularly involving children, and he recycles his characters for future tales. To my knowledge, I do not believe he’s ever written a sequel to Mystic River, but I’d love to see what happens to these people after the events of this film unfolded.
Everything is revealed in Mystic River, except what happens next and I’m dying to know.
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