{"id":2444,"date":"2005-02-21T10:14:49","date_gmt":"2005-02-21T15:14:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=2444"},"modified":"2010-07-12T13:26:31","modified_gmt":"2010-07-12T17:26:31","slug":"last-night-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=2444","title":{"rendered":"<i>The Station Agent<\/i>: Some Thoughts"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I know it was out last year and all, but it was one of those movies I never got around to seeing.  Even though on more than one occasion, last year, my phone would ring, and it would be this or that friend saying, &#8220;Have you seen <i>The Station Agent<\/i> yet??  Oh you HAVE to see it.  You, of all people, HAVE to see it!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Now I can see why.<\/p>\n<p>Patricia Clarkson has always been a favorite of mine.  She&#8217;s always good.  (My first impression of her was from <i><a href=\"http:\/\/imdb.com\/title\/tt0139362\/\">High Art<\/a><\/i>, where she played a leather-pants-clad German ex-actress heroin addict &#8230; who speaks in a low drawly disaffected German accent, and continuosly blathers on and on about Wim Wenders &#8211; It&#8217;s like she&#8217;s a drugged-up Marlene Dietrich wannabe. It&#8217;s hard to describe her performance.  But I really thought she WAS that person.  I was convinced she was German, and I was also convinced that she MUST be a performance artist or something.)  No.  It was just acting.<\/p>\n<p>Just? I truly thought they had seen this German performance artist in a smoky dingy club and asked her to be in the movie.  She was that convincing.<\/p>\n<p>When I saw her in something else, I could not believe my eyes.  &#8220;That&#8217;s that same woman from <i>High Art<\/i> &#8230; Holy crap.  How can that be the same person??&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>She&#8217;s hilarious in <i>6 Feet Under<\/i> as the hippie-dippie aunt who lives in the canyon in the crazy house, who surrounds herself with artists, because she ISN&#8217;T one, and who is wonderful, in a really really inappropriate way.  heh.  I love her in that.<\/p>\n<p>The other two leads (Peter Dinklage and Paul Benjamin) are equally as marvelous.  There is no &#8220;lead&#8221; &#8211; it&#8217;s the three of them.  And the three of them create a friendship, a three-sided relationship &#8211; which makes a bizarre kind of sense, an ultimate kind of sense, only you never ever would predict it.<\/p>\n<p>Peter Dinklage plays Finbar, a dwarf who randomly inherits a small train station out in the wilds of New Jersey.  He moves there.  He lives a life of isolation.  He has no friends, he speaks in a monotone, and he is also a train enthusiast.  Only he never gets enthusiastic, really.  He has a stopwatch in his pocket, and he is in a train-enthusiast club, and he knows all there is to know about trains.  He moves out to nowheres-ville New Jersey.  You can feel that there is a deep loneliness in him, a deep and despairing quiet &#8230; he is resigned.  All of this is made even more poignant because of his size.  The movie gets you into the world of dwarves, what it must BE like to be them.<\/p>\n<p>(You will remember Peter Dinklage from the VERY funny acerbic film <i>Living in Oblivion<\/i> &#8211; a look at the insanity of shooting a low-budget indie film with pretensions.  A dwarf is hired for a &#8220;dream sequence&#8221;.  Dinklage is dressed up in a small ruffly tuxedo and he has to circle around the main female character, holding up a huge red apple enticingly.  This is the scene.  But Dinklage plays a kind of pissed-off diva-ish dwarf, who is SICK TO DEATH of the stupid characters he always has to play.  He SIMMERS with rage, as they go through a couple of takes.  He is SO PISSED that he has been hired to be in a dream sequence.  Finally, he has had it, and he throws a huge hissy fit.  Has anyone seen this movie?  It&#8217;s so freakin&#8217; funny.  He throws his top hat down and explodes:  &#8220;Oh, that&#8217;s right, that&#8217;s right, this is a DREAM SEQUENCE and of COURSE for a dream sequence  YOU NEED A DWARF, right???  Because we&#8217;re just so WEEEEEEIRD, right, we&#8217;re just so ODD, that THE ONLY PLACE YOU CAN PUT US IS IN A DREAM SEQUENCE!&#8221;  He storms off the set, shouting, &#8220;I have fucking HAD it.  I have fucking HAD IT.&#8221; heh heh.)<\/p>\n<p>Well, in Station Agent, this same actor plays a quiet guy, with sad eyes, who seems to live his life in a way that makes him most invisible.<\/p>\n<p>Paul Benjamin plays this gregarious friendly hotdog-stand owner.  All I can say about this character (and this actor, I suppose) is that you fall in love with him immediately.  He is one of those people who &#8230; brings out the best in others.  He&#8217;s a big-talkin&#8217; jocky Jersey guy, maybe not the brightest bulb, but has a heart of gold.  And he kind of REFUSES to let Finbar be invisible.  He INSISTS on being friends.<\/p>\n<p>Into this mix comes this wacky frenetic local woman (Patricia Clarkson), going through a terrible divorce, having an awful time.<\/p>\n<p>These three characters become friends.   It&#8217;s not a steady smooth road, either &#8230; Finbar (the dwarf) really does just want to be left alone.  Joe (the hot-dog guy) cannot take a hint and refuses to let him alone.  But somehow &#8230; a friendship evolves.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I know it was out last year and all, but it was one of those movies I never got around to seeing. 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