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When we first see middle-aged Australian David Helfgott (Geoffrey Rush) in Shine, he's standing in the driving rain and tapping at the window of a wine bar after closing time. Let inside by a sympathetic waitress, he keeps up a nonstop nonsensical patter that makes him sound like a Lewis Carroll character on speed. Returned to his rundown rooming house, David flops out on the floor -- a wind-up toy temporarily at rest. We then flash back about 30 years and realize with a jolt that this stringy-haired, wild-eyed jabberer was once a piano prodigy. Shine, which continues to whirl in and out of flashback in a manner intended to be "musical," is about how David came to be what he is. It's also about his redemption.
Shine is loosely based on a true story, and the real-life Helfgott dubs most of the piano playing. Director Scott Hicks and his screenwriter Jan Sardi, have incorporated those elements of the pianist's actual life that suit their purposes -- his giftedness, followed by a breakdown that placed him in mental hospitals for years, and his triumphant return to the concert stage. They've also gone in for some rather heavy embroidery work.
The central piece of embroidery is the character of David's father, Peter (Armin Mueller-Stahl), who is made out to be an abusive tough-love martinet who single-handedly sets up David's breakdown. The real Peter, by his children's account, was a sweet-tempered soul who wished only the best for his son, but it's crucial for Shine to have such a villain in order to victimize -- and beatify -- David.
The Old Worldly Peter fits the job description: He's a Freudian nightmare. What saves him from total ogre status is that his mania for keeping his family in harness draws on the loss of his parents, and his wife's sisters, in the Holocaust. Emigrating from Poland to Australia shortly before the war, he is determined that his own family will survive -- which, in his eyes, means staying all together in Australia. When David wins a scholarship to study music in America -- presented to him by no less than Isaac Stern -- Peter swats it down.
As a young boy (Alex Rafalowicz) and, later, as a spindly teenager (Noah Taylor), David has the wary insularity of a kid who lives mostly inside his own head. David's paradox is the standard romantic-artist movie paradox: He's the crazy-saintly genius. The disharmony of his mind is cleared away by the harmoniousness of his art. This gawky nerd who looks like Waldo and seems balanced on the verge of derangement can still get it together to tune the planets with his playing.
This art-house romantic-genius conceit is old-hat Hollywood, but tricked up in outback duds and given a true-confessions cachet, it can seem brand-new. Shine has impressed a lot of people who wouldn't give Cornel Wilde's Chopin in A Song to Remember a second thought. They're not all that far apart.
In most cornball Hollywood movies about great classical musicians -- such as A Song to Remember, or Song of Love, with Paul Heinreid's Schumann cracking up on the podium -- the music-making is sweet torture for its practitioners. Their agonies are supposed to be what art is all about. And so it is with Shine. When David finally works up Rachmaninoff's Third Piano Concerto -- the piece his father always wanted him to conquer -- he seems more than masterful; he seems possessed. It is at this concert that David snaps, after defying Peter in order to take up a scholarship at the London College of Music. Following a long convalescence, he becomes the gibbering holy fool we glimpsed at the beginning -- the man standing in the rain.
The most generous take on this material, I suppose, is that it's an allegory on the disasters of the Holocaust -- the destruction of families begets the destruction of families. Peter survives but in a sense is destroyed, and so, for a time, is David. But Hicks is after something even more elemental: He wants to show us how love can vanquish the darkness.
The love here is David's passion for music; later it is the love of a woman (Lynn Redgrave) who charts his stars and becomes his soul mate -- and his wife. Standing in for the dark forces are his father and the anonymous hospital workers who give him electroshock and discourage him from playing the piano. It's when he takes up the piano again -- tapping out "Flight of the Bumblebee" to an amazed audience at that wine bar -- that David is resurrected. He may be a holy fool, but propped up by his loved ones' tender ministrations, he fights his way back to a form of sanity through his playing.
The people who care for David treat him like a kind of adorable pet -- part infant, part wizard. Hicks plays up the adult David's infantilism, giving us long cascading sequences with him bouncing high in the air backed by Vivaldi or jumping naked into the waves and bounding like an overgrown tyke. We're supposed to regard this childlike stuff as a protective device -- a way for David to seal himself off from the horrors of the adult world and play out the childhood he never enjoyed. But the childishness is also meant to have metaphorical weight; it represents the wonderment in him that allows for his genius.
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