The Visit
Director: Jordan Walker-Pearlman
Cast: Hill Harper, Billy Dee Williams, Rae Dawn Chong, Obba Babatunde, Marla Gibbs, Phylicia Rashad
(Urbanworld Films, 2001) Rated: R
by Cynthia Fuchs
PopMatters Film and TV Editor
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The set up for The Visit is at once simple and
endlessly complicated. Alex Waters
(Hill Harper) is in prison, sentenced to 25 years for
a rape that he insists he did not commit. He's also
dying of AIDS, contracted during his incarceration.
Angry and bitter, he's also feeling abandoned: his
parents haven't been to visit in over five years. As
the film begins, Alex is visited by his older,
successful businessman brother, Tony (Obba Babatunde),
who has just come for the first time in 10 months,
because, well, you know, his own life is busy, with
deadlines and stuff to do. Tony sees that Alex is
miserable, however, and promises that he'll convince
their parents to come, if only to say good-bye.
When they do come, Alex and his father, Henry (Billy
Dee Williams) clash immediately. Henry is near
bursting with anger and guilt, while his wife Lois
(Marla Gibbs), is torn between loyalty to her husband
and love and fear for her son. The Visit traces
their slow, difficult route to reconciliation, focused
on emotional details rather than visible action,
internal (and internalized) tension rather than
fisticuffs. First-time writer-director Jordan
Walker-Pearlman has adapted Kosmond Russell's play so
that it remains contained and "play-like." Aside from
flashbacks that only partly explain characters'
motives, it's set entirely in the prison (shot at the
decommissioned Lincoln Heights jail in Los Angeles),
more specifically, in the stark room where Alex meets
with his visitors, separated by a table and years of
disappointment and misunderstanding.
This lack of mobility and variety speaks directly to
Alex's experience. Unlike currently popular
representations of prison -- say, your average
Sly-Stallone-type-in-prison movie or Tom Fontana's
justly celebrated HBO series, Oz, made dazzling with
acrobatic camerawork and fast-cut editing -- The Visit is unflashy, almost to a fault. Here the
characters sit still and talk to one another,
resulting in painful self-discoveries and knotty
silences.
Alex's first visit with his parents is like this.
While Lois wants desperately to reconnect with her
son, Henry remains quietly furious, unable to figure
just how his kid has ended up in such an unfixably bad
place. In this regard, he's like Tony, their
similarities sketched in details, their
straight-backed postures and careful grooming. Where
Alex is plainly frail and restless, the other Waters
men are solid and self-confident, polished and
self-conscious. Or, rather, they look this way at
first. As they come again and again to the prison, you
see that these appearances are fronts, that they have
their own insecurities, not only about their
relationships with Alex, but about their own
achievements as well as failures (maybe, they wonder,
such achievements come at too high a price...). In
short, all the characters must learn to live with both
desires and limits.
For the most part, the film is taut. Alex serves as
narrative and thematic backbone: his dilemma affects
everyone else's self-understanding. This dilemma
extends beyond the obvious (how to live with imminent
death): in an effort to make sense of his situation,
Alex tries to accommodate (and occasionally challenge)
his visitors, as well as the prison psychologist, Dr.
Coles (Phylicia Rashad). Walker-Pearlman uses original
music by artists working in different genres as
background for each of these encounters (Michael
Bearden, Stefan Dickerson, Ramsey Lewis, Stanley A.
Smith, and jazz trumpetist Wallace Roney). The
variations mirror Alex's experience, elegantly
demonstrating the ways that music creates character
and mood, for viewers as well as for Alex, whose own
subjective experience is mirrored in this process.
Alex's visitors include not only Tony and his parents,
but also his childhood friend, Felicia (Rae Dawn
Chong), who is recovering from her own awful past.
This past reads like a soap opera: she's an incest
victim who bore her father's child, killed her father,
became a crack addict, and is now recovering after
getting religion. It's not that Felicia's story is
unlikely or even not "real," but the character brings
a lot to Alex's table in just a few minutes of screen
time. That is, it comes off as heavy-handed and
cliched, particularly for a character whose function
is, after all, to offer another angle on Alex. Her own
flashbacks are simultaneously overwrought and cryptic,
but the scenes Felicia shares with Alex are less grand
in scope, subtler and more effective.
Alex also changes demeanor when he goes to meet with
the parole board (played by Talia Shire, David
Clennon, Glynn Turman, Efrain Figueroa, and Amy
Stiller). Here he's deferential and painfully
self-contained, knowing all too well that their
decision will change everything, one way or the other.
Their interactions before and after Alex's appearance
before them reveal that the board members make
decision based not only on the "merits of his case,"
but also their own interpersonal dynamic, their
individual agendas, even what they had for breakfast
that morning. In other words, the machinery of
"justice" depends on so many factors, subjective as
well as objective, that the reality of one man's
circumstances has precious little to do with judgments
passed and outcomes reached.
The Visit is at its best when considering measures
of masculinity and dread of not living up to them. At
one point, Alex asks his father if he believes that a
"real man" can get AIDS. Even aside from the
homosexual anxiety this question evinces, it points to
the many social and political ways that men are
evaluated and judged, and parallels Henry, Tony, and
Alex's concerns that their very different
understandings of responsibility and self-identity
might match up, or at least complement one another.
Where the women play stereotypical roles, repeatedly
displaying their capacity for support and resilience,
the men struggle with being less hard, with exploring
their "weaknesses." Remarkably, the film poses such
questions without making its men into either heroic or
melodramatic figures. They remain complicated and
imperfect, even as they come to their inevitable
reconciliation.
The fact that Alex is confronting death makes his
search for "meaning" rather immediate, and the
closeness of his scenes -- the smallness of the cell,
the tight frames of his face -- neatly connote his
altered speed and focus. The end has its soapy
aspects, but is moving as well, in large part because
Hill delivers such a consistently restrained
performance. By the time Alex's lack of comprehension
begins to dissolve into acceptance, of himself and
others, the film has already done its work.
Understanding is relative, in more ways than one.
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