David
Auburn brought his play “Proof” (2001) to the big screen in 2005, and boy was
that a mistake. The story follows Catherine, a young woman (Gwyneth Paltrow)
questioning her sanity after her genius father’s death; the brilliant
mathematician Robert (Anthony Hopkins) who is seen only in hallucinations and
flashbacks. Catherine fears going crazy
because she inherited the same mathematical genius present in her father. Her sister Claire (Hope Davis) waltzes into
the scene convinced that her little sister is nuts – and rapidly makes herself
the most memorable character in the film. Claire’s annoying clinginess pushes
Catherine to the edge. But it’s the doubting of her sanity and intellect that
throws Catherine over.
Meet
Hal (Jake Gyllenhal), a math student who is driven to discover the last
evidence of sanity and brilliance in Catherine’s father in order to preserve
the memory of his genius. Catherine offers him a proof from her father’s study
– but here is the hitch - she was the one who wrote it. This proof is world changing, life altering,
astounding amazing brilliance. And everyone believes that she in no way could
have had anything to do with it.
This
is Catherine’s last straw. Clearly the trauma of taking care of her father in
addition to her own debatable sanity has taken its toll. “How many days have I lost? How can I get back to the
place where I started? I'm outside a house, trying to find my way in. But it is
locked and the blinds are down, and I've lost the key, and I can't remember
what the rooms look like or where I put anything. And if I dare go in inside, I
wonder... will I ever be able to find my way out?”
Now,
this movie potentially could have been something great. But the emphasis on the
love story detracts from the quality of the film. After Catherine and Hal have
their falling out, Catherine is left with nothing but her annoying sister and a
grey future in New York. But at the end of the film Hal comes back in begging
for Catherine’s forgiveness and love. This film about finding sanity turns into
a weird romance. Catherine is vulnerable because her father just died and this
grad student comes in and suddenly she becomes far too dependent on him. Alright,
so Catherine does have some trouble trusting this smooth-talking math nerd, but
in no time suddenly Hal becomes her long awaited love, a love who does not
think that she is at all intelligent. Gyllenhall’s performance leaves the
audience questioning his motives; does Hal believe it’s Catherine’s proof? Or
does he like her even though she could be nuts but maybe he can piggy back off
her brain?
I have mixed feelings about turning plays into
movies. Something gets lost –the flesh and blood immediacy of the stage becomes
flattened on the big screen. Movies take away the imagination that comes from
reading and someone else’s interpretation takes over. A play comes alive (literally)
in way that is different from a movie; plays perform in three dimensions where
actors can physically interact with the audience, the performance hinges on the
execution of the actors skill and if they fail there is no play, so much
depends not on the scenery and props but the ability of the cast to convey
meaning through their actions. Movies are the same performance every time;
there is a screen separating the audience from the world of the film. Don’t get
me wrong – there are great films out there that have great vision. But the
personal relationship that a reader can have with a play will always be
compromised by the movie adaptation.
The
story of the play is lost in the movie. “Proof” the play focused on a lost
young woman, questioning her sanity after her father’s death. The movie,
featuring big stars, turns the story of a young woman losing her father and
replacing him with another man who will take care of her. This is a girl who
has spent the last three years of her life taking care of her father- but in
the movie she is portrayed as bratty kid who has lost a toy. For example, at
her father’s funeral she screams “I am glad he’s dead.” Then she huffs off the
stage like a child.
Anthony
Hopkins stands out by illustrating a brilliantly crazy man. Truly a master of
his craft, Hopkins is able to show the two different Roberts – the father that
Catherine loves and his addle-brained counterpart. Gyllenhal barely makes an
impression in the film, he is far too pretty of a man to be a math nerd but he
is oh so good at being the love interest for a movie. Paltrow does a good job
at playing a sulking, depressed teenager with a facial tick even though she is
supposed to be playing a twenty-eight year old. Gyllenhal and Paltrow were just
too cute for their roles, but without these big names this movie would not have
made money.
Undoubtedly turning a play into a movie allows for a story to
open up – the audience gets to see colorful sets plus the added bonus of
musical cues that tell us how to feel. But when plays move on to the big screen
compromises are made. Catherine ultimate loses out to Hollywood-ization and we
have just another movie featuring a girl who can’t figure out her own problems
and needs a man to fix everything. In this case, the math doesn’t add up.
