The Lonely (dir.Harmony Korine) - documentary 2007  

"Mister Lonely is easily his most accessible film to date. Which, uh, isn''t to say our man Harmony is hewing to some newly boring path. In Paris, a Michael Jackson impersonator who''s known only as, well, Michael jackson (Diego Luna) meets a reasonably convincing Marylin Monroe-alike (Samantha Morton), who tells him about her beloved home in the Scottish highlands - a commune for celebrity impersonators. Most of the movie takes place in this weardly magical place, a castle where the sleep are herded by James Dean and Abraham Lincoln, and Buckwheat rides a Shetland pony. Marilyn''s got problems with her hubby - Charlie Cjhaplin (Denis Lavant) - but Michael falls for her just the same. Considering all of this is very bizarre, the movie actually portrays the complexities of relationships with heartfelt realism."

The Lonely is a one-hour documentary about the making of the film.

Diego Luna is a Michael Jackson impersonator in Paris, grabbing his crotch for pennies beside the Arc de Triomphe. Sometimes his work takes him further afield: to an old folks'' home, where he moonwalks among the bemused, wheelchair-bound residents. "You can live forever!" he falsettos in their ears. "Don''t die! Don''t die!"

Happily there is life in Harmony Korine yet. The enfant-terrible director electrified the art-house with his 1997 debut Gummo, followed that up with the uncompromising Julien Donkeyboy and then promptly vanished on an eight-year, drug-fuelled lost weekend. Now he''s back with a wild, teasing ramble along the margins of celebrity culture.

Fresh from his performance to the pensioners, Luna''s Jackson hooks up with Samantha Morton''s Marilyn Monroe and travels to a remote Scottish Shangri-La inhabited by a brutish Chaplin (Denis Lavant), a foul-mouthed Abe Lincoln (Richard Strange) and an imperious Queen Elizabeth II (Anita Pallenberg). Together these lost souls hatch a scheme to stage, if not the greatest show on earth, then surely the most peculiar.

Mister Lonely is too idiosyncratic to qualify as a straight satire on our ongoing Stars in Their Eyes era. The film is more akin to a glittering parlour game; a post-modern masque in which Korine''s relatively famous friends impersonate nobodies who are in turn impersonating the super-famous. But it''s delivered with abandon and comes laced with beguiling little diversions. I particularly liked the bizarre Central American subplot that involves a flotilla of nuns who leap out of an aeroplane to prove their faith, wimples rippling against a bright blue sky. One has the sense that Korine''s films - the making of them and the watching of them

Harmony Korine returned

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