Facts and Figures
Run time: 103 mins
In Theaters: Thursday 17th January 2002
Distributed by: ThinkFilm
Contactmusic.com: 2.5 / 5
Rotten Tomatoes: 34%
Fresh: 23 Rotten: 44
IMDB: 5.5 / 10
World Traveler Movie Review
Cal (Crudup) is a Manhattan architect with a wife and 3-year old son who, for a largely unexplained reason, is discontent. His interior landscape is entirely his own, as he revels in the brooding inner drive that propels him to abandon his family and set out on the road. To help convey the mental anguish he's experiencing, the film employs hallucinatory images, flashbacks, time phase cuts, and other borrowings from films like the successful Memento, though without the consistency or effectiveness of that fine work.
In his Volvo stationwagon cross-country adventure, his stops are bars, motels, bars, airport terminals, and bars. He indulges in drink, self absorption, sexual encounters, and a hallucination come to life in the guise of a high-school chum who just happens to cross his path. Writer-director Bart Freundlich uses this contrived framework of coincidence to reveal his hero's psychological profile, exposing the dark mysteries of a nature that we don't get to see in the rest of the movie.
We also get to meet Dulcie (Julianne Moore, Freundlich's better half) as a traveler who stumbles from drunken stupor to delusional coherence; Liane Balaban as Meg, a free spirited hitchhiker that could land a man in jail; Cleavant Derricks as Carl, a recovering alcoholic who befriends Cal and loses his sobriety as a result; Karen Allen as Delores, a waitress whose immediate attraction to Cal is designed to prove the ladykiller aspect of the much praised hero; and James LeGros as Jack, a thoroughly obnoxious high school chum who feeds this fantasy by repeating how much Cal hasn't changed since his school years.
If you're getting the idea that this is a self-gratifying bit of moviemaking with a personal if not dramatic story to tell, and is told by someone who is insecure about how to get his pseudo-psychological points across, you'd be on the right highway marker. It's cluttered with hints at what it's all about for the first two thirds, confusing innuendo with fascination, cloudiness with drama. Freundlich would have served his story and character better by telling us more from the outset.
Performances are pro, with Crudup serving us another in his line of strong silent heroes in obscure films by obscure filmmakers. Either he's having trouble landing leading roles in mainstream movies or he just favors the small, independent efforts of the stylized and personal, like his FH in Jesus' Son (1999). Perhaps his most successful of these outings was his Pete Calder in 1998's noir western, The Hi-Lo Country, a fascinating bit of moviemaking for what proved to be a limited audience.
That he can land notable mainstream roles is evidenced by his Julien Lavade in 2001's Charlotte Gray and the Russell Hammond character in Almost Famous (2000). Despite the rarity of such assignments, he is a serious actor who apparently insists on getting his chops around a role that pleases his personal aesthetic, which has not always proven to be in harmony with box office or critical success. It's hard to imagine, though, what he saw in this self-pitying, shallow role. Unfortunately, it may have sunk his chances for better material, considering the fact that he didn't do a film in all of 2002. Given his talent for hard-edged intensity, it's as much our loss as his.
The real breakdown here, however, stems from the vapor locked pen of writer-director-producer Freundlich. He didn't prove much in his 1997 outing The Myth of Fingerprints, and he doesn't do anything here to rev up interest in his work in future. He, too, lacked an assignment in all of 2002, but it's the less meaningful of the two stats. His World Traveler doesn't seem destined for much box office torque or mileage.