What Makes Charlie Douche?

Roman Coppola gives Charlie Sheen the '8 1/2' treatment

As he's questioned by a therapist in the opening scene of the film bearing his name, we see Charles Swan III's subconscious literally spurt out of his head. It's visualized as an animated collage largely made up of ladies' long, disembodied legs—like those in the '40s pin-ups that decorate the Don Juan graphic designer's playpen home, or on the come-hither album sleeves that he designs. It also indicates writer/director Roman Coppola's approach with A Glimpse Inside the Mind of Charles Swan III, which might generously be described as cut-and-paste—or more accurately as "throw stuff to the wall and see what sticks."

Charlie Sheen starring in an ambitious indie might be the Access Hollywood selling point, but the Coppola brand brings its own cache. In its story of a well-fed Hollywood man suffering post-breakup midlife malaise, Charles Swan—Coppola's second film as writer and director—is a companion piece to sister Sophia's 2010 Somewhere, starring Stephen Dorff, who cameos here. It has been more than a decade since Coppola's first feature, 2001's CQ, a backstage divertissement set in '68 Paris that made sparks colliding space-age bachelor pad and cinema verité aesthetics. More recently, he co-wrote with Wes Anderson the screenplay of Moonrise Kingdom, a film dedicated to the cultural fetish objects of a few years earlier in the '60s.

Charles Swan III is also a film made up of period bric-a-brac—though the year is never precisely identified, the LP jackets, clothes, décor and altogether exhaustive art-department work indicate the late '70s. And as Charles' coarsened mind is a "Sex Sells" collage, Coppola's film fantasy is a decoupage of his own cinematic influences. As Charles imagines his own funeral attended by crestfallen former lovers, Coppola cites the opening of Truffaut's The Man Who Loved Women. The erotic self-examination is all Fellini's 8 1/2 by way of Bob Fosse's 1979 All That Jazz, while Charles' best friend, a standup comic named Kirby Star, is photographed to recall Dustin Hoffman as Lenny Bruce in Fosse's biopic Lenny. (Playing Star, Jason Schwartzman has assumed Elliott Gould's Jewfro and beard, if none of his easy charm.) Bill Murray plays Charles' woebegone business manager and appears in another of his daydreams wearing John Wayne's red tunic and suspenders from The Searchers—raised on Westerns and pulps, Charles is susceptible to imagining himself the hero of saves-the-day rescues.


A Glimpse Inside the Mind of Charles Swan III was written and directed by Roman Coppola; and stars Charlie Sheen, Jason Schwartzman, Bill Murray and Patricia Arquette. Not rated. Click here for show times and theaters.

Though only the female side of Charles' family appears in the film, the "III" on his name carries the weight of legacy. Coppola and Sheen are both 47, both born to movie families and go back as far as Apocalypse Now. While elements of Swan's character come from designer Charles Swan III, who worked on Coppola père's City Magazine, the film knowingly piggybacks on publicity surrounding Sheen's libertinage. He's wearing a coke-hangover look here, including ubiquitous La Dolce Vita aviator shades that only come off for one scene, in which he displays a heartbreak that is surprisingly affecting.

I say "surprisingly" because performance can do only so much to alleviate Charles Swan III's inconsequentiality. This has much to do with the way Coppola, feigning full disclosure, gingerly handles the depiction of hetero male fantasy life. Addressing the mingled worshipful-sordid tone of men's perceptions of women, Louis C.K. has said, "We think you're angels . . . and we want to drown you in our cum." While this certainly has its cinematic possibilities, more often we wind up with froufrou absurdities such as Kevin Spacey dreaming of Mena Suvari naked in a bathtub of rose petals in American Beauty. If there is a third way, Charles Swan III hasn't found it. Coppola manages one playful and sexy aside in which Charles imagines his X-Ray Specs, the kind you order with a coupon from a comic book, actually make denim disappear, but other than that, he offers only fantasy scenes, neither amusing nor titillating, drawn from those same comic books, in which dreaded, desired ladies are dressed up as squaws on the warpath or as agents of the SSBB (Secret Society of Ball-Busters).

The film's "real-life" women don't come across much more lucidly than the action figures in Charles' fantasies. As the ex who has caused Charles' heartburn, Katheryn Winnick scarcely registers, her characterization limited to the trivializing tidbit that she used to hold funerals for her old toothbrushes as a little girl. Perhaps Charles Swan III's superficiality is meant to reflect that of a world in which we mourn commercial goods or the perspective of a subject whose mind airbrushes everything into a "layout"—but with neither the moral bite of satire or a voluptuary surrender that really basks in shallowness, it's a vague, unsatisfying work.

If audiences have sympathized with Fellini, Fosse and Truffaut's chronically horny onscreen avatars, it's because, whatever trouble they caused women, these cads and their creators seemed at least fascinated or awed by the opposite sex, responsive to all the feminine varietals. In Charles Swan III, the girls with the honeyed curls have little to do but match the scene-to-scene motifs, as though they are rented furniture. And where Moonrise Kingdom invested nostalgia objects with the weight of their character's longing, they're only props here.

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