Lonesome Jim
Casey Affleck, Liv Tyler, Mary Kay Place, and Seymour
Cassel star in a film written by James C. Strouse and directed by
Steve Buscemi.
Reviewed by Josef Woodard
Little things count for a lot in this cool and evocative “small”
film directed by Steve Buscemi, right down to the small
town — Cromwell, Indiana — where the comic-drama unfolds. Meet our
anti-hero Jim (Casey Affleck, all tousled, mopey charm), a wannabe
writer suffering from “chronic despair,” who returns to his
hometown from a failed sojourn to N.Y.C., penniless and with
tail-tucked-between-legs.
Jim’s suffering-artist vibe is an empathetic hook in the
film — not yet 30, he’s still young enough for that quality to be
appealing instead of pathetic. But strained family relations makes
for a main plot turbine in the beautifully understated screenplay
by James C. Strouse (an actual Hoosier). Between a hyper-cheerful
mother (Mary Kay Place), grimly pragmatic father (Seymour Cassel),
and quasi-suicidal loser brother (Kevin Corrigan), life in Cromwell
is far from free and easy.
Light seeps into the cracks of Jim’s soul courtesy of a
free-spirited nurse (Liv Tyler), who turns the allure of a love
interest into potential salvation. Dark-ish humor keeps rearing its
head, as when the brother is fed pork rinds after emerging from a
coma. Late in the film, Jim gives an odd pep talk, in his usual
monotone, to a win-less girls’ basketball team: “Why do we play at
all? … It’s a stupid question, asked by a doubtful and unhappy man.
You’ve got to keep playing, because if you don’t, you might end up
like him.”
Remarkably, in Buscemi’s controlled, wit-lined hands, the film
is less gloomy than uplifting. Languid and laconic, but warm where
it counts, Lonesome Jim is a refreshing change of pace — literally,
pace — from the usual feelgood show business outta Hollywood.