Older comics donâ€™t die, they just become serious actors. If you donâ€™t believe it, just check out Shopgirl, the Steve Martin movie based on his novella of the same name. Itâ€™s the latest in a line of movies from aging funny men whoâ€™ve turned introspective â€¦ with the help of younger women. Thatâ€™s not an angry feminist slam, although I have been accused in the past of being an angry feminist. I would argue vociferously that I was just angry and that my ire usually is directed at ignorant stereotyping and belittling of both genders. But I digress. Back to the movie.
I enjoyed Shopgirl and the performances of Martin, Claire Danes and Jason Schwartzman. The three struggle to make personal connections, but they seem to always be a bit off, proving that in life as well as Martin's original field of comedy, timing is everything.
Shopgirl has a sense of wistful detachment that helps move the film beyond the typical Hollywood love triangle. In that regard, it must be compared to Lost in Translation in which another 50ish comedian-turned-thespian, Bill Murray, shared an intimate, but ultimately unfulfilled relationship with the younger Scarlett Johansson. Again, that complicated matter of timing comes into play. (Murray also had other mistimed cinematic relationship issues earlier this year in Broken Flowers, but his leading ladies in that film were closer to his age.)
So if art is a reflection of our lives, what are these movies trying to say to us? That older comics donâ€™t die, they just become serious actors? Well, that certainly is the case for Martin and Murray, as theyâ€™ve put in fine performances in these small film gems. Maybe Hollywood thinks we lose our senses of humor as we age (and thatâ€™s why movies cater to a younger crowd)? Well, that unfortunately does seem to be the perspective of some studio monkeys in suits, but I beg to differ. I think we just find different things amusing, if not laugh out loud funny. Like good wine, we appreciate a subtlety that can occasionally knock us for a bit of a loop after a glass or two.
I think the real message in all these films is that it is damn hard to find, much less maintain, personal connections in todayâ€™s hectic world. It becomes even harder as we age and have had years of relationship faux pas that serve only to make us more wary of taking yet another potentially wrong step. And while each of us, male or female, can relate to some degree to the social ineptness of Martinâ€™s Ray Porter and Murrayâ€™s Don Johnston, we also can recognize the danger of not trying, especially as we age and our time for such connections grows scarcer and therefore more dear. In this unstoppable race against time, those of us of a certain age more fully realize that when you totally surrender the chance of intimacy because of fear of it, you truly do lose the laughter in your soul.