I'm Still Here: Joaquin Phoenix Makes a Point About Something. Maybe.

I'm Still Here—"that Joaquin Phoenix movie"—capitalizes on an anxiety that's very of-the-moment, uniting pop cultural phenomena as seemingly disparate as the too-stupid/good-to-be-true Jersey Shore characters, James Franco's baffling side careers as a professional student and soap opera stud and pretty much every thing having to do with Vincent Gallo. Basically, anything that forces us to ask: Are they fucking with me?

Directed by Phoenix's brother-in-law, Casey Affleck, the film purports to document Phoenix's high-profile "retirement" from acting, his alleged attempt to transition into a hip-hop career and his subsequent, much-publicized meltdown. This period coincided with the promotion and release of Phoenix's last film, Two Lovers, which, like Here, was released by Magnolia Pictures. Whether or not the retirement was contrived or permanent, Phoenix has not appeared in or publicly acknowledged shooting another film since. He has also not released any musical recordings—in fact, he's been all but absent from the public eye since spring of last year—which is coincidentally the same time that Here's portrait of his life ends.

At the outset of the film, Phoenix describes his acting career as a "self-imposed prison," claiming frustration with his lack of creative control as a performer ("[I'm] just a fucking puppet") and resentment over his obligation to maintain his celebrity persona ("I don't want to be the Joaquin character anymore"). And so, after participating in a charity theater event with a "dream team" including Affleck, Jack Nicholson, Sean Penn and "fucking Danny DeVito," Phoenix gives a red-carpet reporter the "exclusive" news that this will be his last night as an actor.

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It's such an exclusive that it comes as a surprise to Phoenix's publicist, who is helpless to intervene as her twice-Oscar-nominated client proceeds to obliterate any industry goodwill he might have had in a six-month flurry of drugs, shitty rapping, P. Diddy stalking and bizarre public appearances, peaking with Phoenix's now-legendary February 2009 beyond-awkward non-interview with David Letterman. Throughout, Affleck tails Phoenix (without much explanation as to why) but largely refrains from intervening in the action, which is enabled by Phoenix's entourage of two: a "general assistant" named Antony, and Larry, billed as Phoenix's "caretaker."

It's hard to doubt the veracity of what's onscreen: Much of what Here depicts happened in real life and in plain sight, and all throughout this period, the gossip media breathlessly reported on Phoenix's every increasingly curious move. But just after Phoenix announced his retirement, Entertainment Weekly quoted an unnamed source who claimed that Phoenix and Affleck were perpetrating a "hoax" for the purpose of a faux-documentary. I'm Still Here was thus the target of skeptical speculation from shot one.

Perhaps it goes without saying that Here was more provocative when it couldn't be seen, when it existed for most of us purely in the realm of rumor. Despite, say, a report from an early screening that the film included "more male frontal nudity than you'd find in some gay porn," I counted just two penises, both flaccid and neither filmed more gratuitously than the naked breasts that Phoenix at one point nuzzles, or as graphically as an extended shot including a still photograph of Britney Spears' bare vagina. All of which—like the POV puke cam and the many grating scenes of Phoenix berating his paid hangers-on—feel like stock shock tactics, set within a structure too bloated and without rhythm to sustain any sort of sensation. Ostensibly the uncensored story of a life in free fall, Here doesn't offer anything that feels as queasily startling as that Letterman performance.

Was this all staged? Probably, but does that matter if it feels true? In fact, the end credits more or less confirm I'm Still Here to be, if not a traditional work of fiction, then at least primarily a performance produced for cameras.

In other words, the question of whether or not they're fucking with us is easily settled; it's much harder to determine why they're fucking with us. And are they even fucking with us—the average viewer with no direct experience of what it feels like to be a celebrity, or are they fucking with their fellow celebrities, who stand to feel the force of the less than flattering aspects of themselves in Phoenix's portrayal? At once deeply felt and devastatingly cynical, I'm Still Here's bone-dry satire couldn't exist without the celebrity media feedback loop. But its apparent attack on the Hollywood machine is so insidery, so vicious, that to us—the everyday consumer—it's just not clear why this stunt needed to exist at all.

 
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