We gave it a B+
You know you’re in the hands of a true filmmaker when you feel invited, at every turn, to share his sense of entrancement. I got that feeling in just about every frame of American Beauty. It’s an exquisitely designed, rather kinky tragicomedy set in a nameless American suburb, and its images have a velvety, saturated richness, as if life had become a candyland of upward mobility.
The director, Sam Mendes, is a British theater director making his screen debut, and though it’s obvious that he’s going to lose no time digging into the corrupt, wormy underbelly of this pristine landscape, Mendes also cherishes the sensual and dramatic possibilities of a stylized tract-house fantasia. ”American Beauty” is about a ”normal” nuclear family whose members are drowning in pain because they’ve lost the ability to see beyond exteriors, and the film lays bare the dreams that they covet. Mendes has a filmmaker’s essential, seductive gift: He doesn’t just tell a story — he gives great surface.
Lester and Carolyn Burnham (Kevin Spacey and Annette Bening) may have been in love once, but they’ve grown distant and terse, and their distance has turned to poison. It’s no wonder that their daughter, Jane (Thora Birch), has turned out to be one of those sulky, selfish teenagers with exquisite radar and a scowl smeared across her delicate features.
Lester works as a corporate slave at a media-marketing magazine, and he hates his life — the drone job, the socialite wife who sells real estate and puts a price tag on her feelings, the daughter who freezes him out. He jump-starts each day by masturbating in the shower, and it’s all downhill from there. A kind of self-lacerating ’90s Willy Loman, Lester may sound depressing, but Spacey, his voice powered by hidden frequencies of soft mockery, has a singular, ironic gift for making a character downright jaunty about his own misery.
As a portrait of the pain of waking up one day and feeling that your life has squashed you like a bug, ”American Beauty” is bracing in its honesty, yet its ”dark” resolution is too easy, too riddled with signpost themes and messages. In the end, the film’s profundity is only skin-deep.