# Basquiat (1996)

### reviewed by
Jerry Saravia

Film biographies are probably the most difficult to make because you have to draw insight into the main character, and dramatize the life he/she lived in their own particular time and place. Recent biographies such as "Michael Collins" dramatized the world the revolutionary lived in but remained aloof in terms of his personal life and his motivations. "Basquiat" commits some of the same errors but it is more energetic and vivid a portrait of a lost soul.

The film is based on the true story of Jean-Michel Basquiat (Jeffrey Wright), a graffiti artist who rose to prominence in the money-grubbing art world of the 80's, and went through a rapid decline through the abuse of drugs and instant fame. At the beginning of the film, we see Basquiat (who calls himself Samo) living in a cardboard box in a New York City park. He already is indulging in heavy drugs, including heroin, but he has dreams of selling and displaying his graffiti work in an art gallery. One day, he falls for a waitress named Gina (Claire Forlani) while spreading tomato sauce on a table and making a portrait of her. Eventually, Basquiat hits it big when a gallery shows his work to great acclaim, and consequently acquires the interest of several gallery owners, dealers, poets, pop artists such as Andy Warhol, self-promoters, etc.

Julian Schnabel makes his directorial debut with this film, and he is a justifiable choice since he was an actual friend of Basquiat's. Schnabel creates a pointed commentary of the New York art world showing how eager gallery owners and buyers embraced a new artist and eventually exploited him. What Schnabel doesn't do as successfully is to capture the man behind the artist. We see Basquiat as a frequently dazed and confused artist who loves drugs and seems to love his girlfriend...and that's about it. There are no glimpses into the artist himself, where his vision emanated from, or what drove his creativity. Of course, Oliver Stone's "The Doors" remained curiously remote about a similar artist, Jim Morrison, but that was a more visually dazzling film of a certain era and we saw how living in those times could push someone over the edge. "Basquiat" doesn't succeed on the same level: it presents Basquiat as a man already in the gutter before his rise. In other words, there's too little of the rise, and too much of the fall. The scenes with Basquiat and Gina are too temporary to register any sense of loss of love between them; we see that his drug abuse may have pushed them apart yet every glimpse of Basquiat is presented in short vignettes with no particular payoffs. He has one gallery showing after another but there's no sense of accomplishment - for all we know, Basquiat could just be a junkie wandering around SOHO trying to impress everyone, including Andy Warhol.

Speaking of Andy, the relationship between Basquiat and Warhol works best, and it's both melancholy and deeply moving. David Bowie is a real joy to watch as the dazed Warhol who's consistently murmuring to himself. It's a portrayal on par with Jared Harris's deadpan interpretation in "I Shot Andy Warhol." I love the scene where Warhol is painting an Amoco logo and Basquiat paints right over it causing Warhol to softly murmur "What are you doing? You're painting right over it?"

"Basquiat" has a slew of actors from what seems to be the Hall of Fame of Independent Films. There's Dennis Hopper, Gary Oldman (very understated), Parker Posey (as a snooty dealer), Willem Dafoe (as an electrician who gives the movie's best line about art), Courtney Love, Elina Lowensohn, Christopher Walken (as a TV journalist), Michael Wincott (as a poet), and Benicio Del Toro as Basquiat's best friend. These people drift in and out of Basquiat's life without making much of an impression except for his one true friend, Andy Warhol.

"Basquiat" is well-made and enjoyable throughout with fine performances, including the ideally cast Jeffrey Wright in the title role. He brings pathos and a sadness in his eyes that fitfully captures the artist. "Basquiat" the film is not a complete portrait, though - it is mostly an assemblage of exciting brush strokes.

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