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From its opening dream sequence— in which wide-eyed, bleach-haired Freddy (Kick Gurry) imagines himself the mania-inducing headliner of a popular alterna-rock band, jamming before a crowd of thousands in a huge arena—through to the Sydney-set scenes that follow, there's a fairy-tale texture to the jazzy, exuberant images in Garage Days, the third feature by the Australian writer-director Alex Proyas. The angular, art-deco buildings seem to have sprung from a pop-up storybook, as do the characters—Freddy and his posse of rock-star-aspirant friends—who inhabit them. And while it may come as a surprise to viewers familiar with Proyas' prior efforts (the agonizingly gloomy The Crow and Dark City) that the filmmaker has traded in his standing-in-the-shadows-of-Blade-Runner atmosphere for a sunnier disposition, Garage Days maintains those films' otherworldly feel. Although it's Proyas' first movie set in the present, you wouldn't necessarily know that to look at it.
If all this makes it sound like Proyas has merely switched from one stripped gear to the next, from riffing on Ridley Scott to copying the licks of one of his own countrymen, Baz Luhrmann, that's because it's partly true. Except that Proyas beats Baz at his own game; he suggests what Luhrmann (or, for that matter, Charlie's Angelsdirector McG) might be like with a more disciplined sense of composition and editing. The scenes in Garage Days don't really flow into one another—they're all disjointed, TV-commercial-style vignettes—but at least they're scenes, with recognizable beginnings, middles and ends (which is more than you can say about a lot of current movies, and a lot more than you can say about Moulin Rouge). Though he hasn't really succeeded at it, Proyas—who co-wrote Garage Days with Michael Udesky and famed Aussie songwriter Dave Warner—has at least tried something here: a movie more about people than pyrotechnics that's still true to his patented pyrotechnical style.
In addition to its generally pleasant air, Garage Days has a number of very funny sequences, the best of which is a dinner-with-the-parents scene that devolves into an LSD-laced, Beetlejuice–style song-and-dance number scored to Rick James' "Super Freak." The fresh-faced cast is a game bunch, particularly Martin Csokas (the villain from XXX) as the Oz-like (as in Wizard of) music manager sought out by Freddy and the gang. And the movie is built around a clever comic conceit: that Freddy's band, for all its heartfelt dedication, may not actually be that talented—or talented at all. (Proyas doesn't let us finally hear them play until the movie's penultimate scene.)
So what's the problem here? Essentially that dazzling imagery and a grab bag of wry jokes, no matter how lively, can take a movie only so far when there's no emotional ballast attached. Like Danny Boyle with 28 Days Later, Proyas returned to his native land to make Garage Days, with a modest budget and relatively unknown actors, having high-tailed it out of Hollywood after the high-profile failure of Dark City(not quite the public hanging that The Beachwas for Boyle, but still nothing to write home about). The idea for both filmmakers seems to have been to get away from the corrosive Hollywood machinery by making a movie on their own terms. Except that where Boyle already had the meritorious Trainspottingunder his belt (and could, presumably, get himself back into that frame of filmmaking mind), Proyas has never made a movie about real people before, a movie that didn't rely on visual effects and action choreography to carry the brunt of its impact. And, judging by Garage Days, real people is not exactly his strong suit. This isn't just a movie of the MTV generation (for which Proyas is something of a poster child, having directed more than 100 music videos), it's the movie equivalent of MTV—something you can have playing in the background while vacuuming your apartment and not risk the feeling that you're missing anything important. Though it keeps hinting at something deeper, Garage Daysis wafer thin.
Not that there's anything wrong with wafer thin—evidence Walter Hill's triumphant Streets of Fire, which drew on our nostalgic, B-movie memories to give its not dissimilar rock & roll fantasia a resonance. But Garage Days, which wants to rub the convulsive power of raw, unadulterated rock music in the face of the Britney Spears/Clay Aiken generation, feels like a filmmaker trying to get in touch with roots he doesn't really have. Which may be the ultimate curse of the music-video-bred filmmaker—or, perchance, the great untapped subject for an Alex Proyas movie.
Garage Days was directed by Alex Proyas; written by Dave Warner, Proyas and Michael Udesky; produced by Topher Dow and Proyas; and stars Kick Gurry, Maya Stange, Pia Miranda, Andy Anderson and Brett Stiller. Now playing at Edwards University, Irvine.