August
6, 2021
The Big Chill – US, 1983
I imagine most people who have attended a funeral have experienced the awkwardness of seeing a mourner you haven’t talked to in quite some time and feeling somewhat happy for the opportunity to reconnect. When the reunion eventually occurs, the conversation usually begins with expressions of sorrow over the deceased’s passing before morphing into an update on the lives of the living. It feels wrong, and yet there’s something wholly natural about it. It is as if the dead’s final act is to put the band back together, something that would not likely have occurred had death not reared its ugly head.
Lawrence
Kasdan’s 1983 film, The Big Chill
begins with a group of thirtysomethings receiving word of the suicide of their
long-time friend Alex, and in a series of clips set to I Heard It Through the Grapevine, we see their varied reactions to
the news. Soon everyone is meeting at a church, and even as a priest delivers a
fiery sermon questioning how Alex lost hope so terribly, some of them can’t
resist glancing at the faces of friends they’ve allowed themselves to become
somewhat distant to. The funeral ends with one of them going to the church organ
and playing Alex’s favorite song, the Rolling Stones’s “You Can’t Always Get What
You Want.” Kasdan makes the interesting choice of playing both of these songs
in their entirety, and they create an interesting paradox – melancholy mixed
with toe-tapping – reinforcing the notion that sorrow can also be a catalyst
for joy.
Following
the funeral, they and all of the other attendees adjourn to the home of Sarah
and Harold Cooper (Glenn Close and Kevin Kline). They eat, get reacquainted,
express their condolences to the relatives of the deceased, and comment on the
age of Alex’s much younger girlfriend, Chloe (Meg Tilly). As the evening winds
down, the large group of mourners dwindles down to seven of Alex’s closest friends
– Sarah, Harold, Sam, Michael, Nickolas, Meg, and Karen - Karen’s bore of a husband, Richard, and Chloe.
The plan is to spend the weekend together.
What
follows is both a universal experience and one particularly unique to people
who grew up in the 1960s. In these characters, we can see people we either know
or used to know, and in their conversations, we can hear our own questions
about life, friendship, and whether we have remained true to the person we used
to be. There are heartfelt conversations, arguments over the right way to
mourn, pursuits of one-night stands, as well as the kind of honesty that only
people who have known each other as long as they have and gone through as much
as they have together can engage in. There are also references to Vietnam and harassment
by the police – indicating they were most likely involved in either the Civil
Rights or the anti-war movement. Harold takes on the role of master of
ceremonies and is the catalyst for what is perhaps the film’s most famous scene
– an energetic, jubilant dance to “Ain’t Too Proud to Beg,” It is as much
catharsis as it is remembrance.
There’s
a lot going on in The Big Chill, for
each character has his or her own situation to deal with. Sam (Tom Berenger),
though a famous actor, has clearly had trouble adjusting to fame and the kind
of acting he is doing. It is clear he wanted more. Meg (Mary Kay Place), a
lawyer, is disenchanted with her career and now wants a baby despite not being
in a relationship. Michael (Jeff Goldblum) is a writer for People Magazine, yet
dreams of running his own club. As for Nickolas (William Hurt), a pill-popping
Vietnam veteran, he is a bit of a lost soul. Once a radio psychologist, he now
spends his time either stoned or on drugs, a state Harold is hoping to steer
him out of. There are moments of levity, such as when Sam tries to re-enact a
scene from his television show, yet there’s also the spectre of Alex hanging over
them, creating questions that Kasdan wisely leaves unanswered.
It is a
credit to Kasdan and his co-writer Barbara Benedek that each of these
characters is given time to develop and explain themselves, and we grow to care
about them, even while not completely agreeing with the choices they make. Kasdan
shows that connections remain even as time and space create differences. Wisely,
he also doesn’t create happy endings for all of his characters, and two of them
leave with a severely strained relationship. It is only in the closing scenes
that Kasdan and his script falter, for after structuring the film around a
series of conversations and confrontations, he abruptly elects not to show one
of the most consequential conversations that takes place over that weekend, choosing
instead to utterly ignore all of the moral and financial complications of a
couple’s rather momentous decision. And without it, it’s hard to fully believe
that one so clearly dedicated to his family would consent to the proposal in
the first place or that the next day would be like any other one for the couple
in question. Perhaps that naiveté is intended.
That plotline aside,
it is hard to criticize The Big Chill
too much. This is a well-constructed film with amazing performances, and it fascinates
and inspires introspection. It is also one of the most relatable films I’ve
ever seen. We can see ourselves and people we know in these characters. We
understand the elation they feel when reunited and the questions they have
about who they are and who they thought they would be. And we understand the
ease with which they communicate and how connected they continue to be even
after all these years. Moreover, we understand the transitory nature of what we
are witnessing. I doubt these characters will suddenly call each other regularly
or write as often as they say they intend to, but that’s to be expected. Time may
create distance, but it doesn’t always dull connections. People just need a
reason to reunite – be that a wedding, a high school reunion, or, sadly, a
funeral. (on DVD and Blu-ray from the Criterion Collection)
3 and a
half stars
*The Big Chill was up for three Academy
Awards – Best Picture, Best Actress (Glenn Close), and Best Screenplay.
I imagine most people who have attended a funeral have experienced the awkwardness of seeing a mourner you haven’t talked to in quite some time and feeling somewhat happy for the opportunity to reconnect. When the reunion eventually occurs, the conversation usually begins with expressions of sorrow over the deceased’s passing before morphing into an update on the lives of the living. It feels wrong, and yet there’s something wholly natural about it. It is as if the dead’s final act is to put the band back together, something that would not likely have occurred had death not reared its ugly head.
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