**Spoiler Alert**
Director: James Ponsoldt/Starring: Jason Segel, Jesse Eisenberg, Mamie Gummer and Joan Cusack
Movies about writers must be a challenge to promote because 1)There aren't a lot of great movies about writers (I'm trying hard to think of one) 2)Your audience(s) is/are already limited and 3)An anti-intellectual nation such as America is hardly literate, which means Americans would rather not see a movie about a writer it doesn't or won't read. Even one of our country's great scribes; David Foster Wallace, isn't likely to draw an Avengers sized audience (if we only lived in that kind of country!). I'm always naive enough to believe people who pick up a book at least ten times a year (a small number I know, but most Americans can't manage even that) will have read Wallace.
Director James Ponsoldt's film was one of the summer releases I anticipated the most. I thought the idea of making a film about David Foster Wallace quite audacious. The task is unenviable; ardent fans (like myself) are sure to feel most of what they see or hear is wrong. But the fact that Ponsoldt's film is based on author Dave Lipsky's book about Wallace: Although of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself: A Road Trip With David Foster Wallace ; I was confident about accuracy.
But The End of the Tour isn't a biopic, so facts about Wallace are less important to Lipsky and Ponsoldt than the more banal aspects of his life.
Lipsky is played by the nervously intelligent Jesse Eisenberg while Jason Segel inhabits the role of Wallace wonderfully.
An author in his own right, Lipsky joined the staff of Rolling Stone in the 1990s'. Aware of the furor caused by Infinite Jest, Lipsky approaches the editor about writing a piece on Wallace rather than "teen boy bands." Securing his consent, Lipsky travels to Wallace's home in rural Illinois to join him on what is the final leg of a book tour, which concludes in Bloomington, Minnesota.
Lipsky, though initially skeptical about Wallace prior to his reading of Infinite Jest, recognizes his brilliance immediately afterward. His awareness of Wallace's immense talent hangs over the interviews and their casual time together like a Blue whale.
The initial meeting at Wallace's house is low-key and conversational, unlike an interview. With the bandana on his head, Segel bears a scary resemblance to the genuine article and I often forgot during the movie that I wasn't watching Wallace himself.
Lipsky and Wallace become comfortable in the other's presence and after a diner dinner, both writers probe and fish for information. On the way home, the two stop at a convenience store for gobs of junk food, which Wallace heaps on the counter. Lipsky uses his Rolling Stone stipend to pick up the tab.
The conversations occasionally drift into writing and literature and Wallace's authorial goals but somehow the mundane often creeps into the chats. A poster of Alanis Morrisette in Wallace's kitchen is a source of puzzlement for Lipsky. Wallace explains his reason for putting the poster on his wall; citing not only her sex appeal but also her regular person charm. Her regular-person appeal fits into one of the film's themes, which deals with Wallace's self-conscious effort to appear as a regular person too, in spite of Lipsky's doubts about his sincerity.
As Lipsky accompanies Wallace to his bookstore appearances, their friendly rapport is often interrupted by Rolling Stone article imperatives. So often, Lipsky's hand-held recorder comes out, becoming an intrusive presence in otherwise relaxed situations.
Wallace introduces Lipsky to two attractive blonde women; one of whom he dated in graduate school. Wallace begins to grow suspicious of Lipsky's passively flirtatious manner with his ex-girlfriend, which festers until the two men become mutually suspicious and mutually hostile. The tension quite naturally complicates the interview process.
Sensitive questions regarding Wallace's alcoholism and his depression meet with tentative but ultimately forthright answers and at moments, questions about his writing make their way back into interviews. We learn something about his neuroses, like his acute fear of offending people and his quirks, like his addiction to T.V. and his regular dancing at a local church; past-times we hardly attribute to the writer of Infinite Jest.
Though literature is the background against which the story unfolds, the film's real focus is the relationship between Lipsky and Wallace and how the makings of a friendship blossoms from what is ostensibly an interview. In the end, Lipsky's piece never saw the pages of Rolling Stone but based on the film's epilogue, the impact of the experience became significant.
Ponsoldt's film is odd in that it isn't a portrait of a great writer but a glimpse of an ordinary time in an extraordinary man's life; witnessed by a man who realizes he is in the presence of greatness.
I thoroughly enjoyed the film and found the interplay between Segel and Eisenberg to be quite absorbing. In retrospect, one could say the film is an answer to My Dinner With Andre. Conversations make up the drama and essentially carry the film. We want to get inside Wallace's head and know what the man was like. If the movie stumbles, it is in its depiction of Wallace himself for we see so much of his taste for junk culture but none of his taste for literature. In interviews, Wallace does come across as an every-guy albeit with a keen intellect and a superior grasp of the English language. We get a lot of the every-guy part but not so much of the latter. In over-humanizing their subject, Ponsoldt and Lipsky suppress that which made Wallace great. Nevertheless, I found everything about the movie beguiling.
But, as aforementioned, the film will only appeal to those who are more than a little familiar with Wallace and his writing. For those who find the man and his work compelling, The End of the Tour is a rewarding experience and also a tragic one.
