Much of the discussion regarding I’m Still Here Casey Affleck’s chronicle of his brother-in-law Joaquin Phoenix’s abrupt retirement from film and subsequent attempt to reinvent himself as a rapper has until now centered on whether or not the whole ordeal was a hoax. The answer arriving shortly into the film’s running time is an emphatic yes. It’s definitely a joke and its punchline goes something like this: The only thing more pathetic than a bloated slurring entitled actor in the midst of a creative crisis is a person willing to spend two hours watching a ponderous pointless documentary about said actor. The joke’s on us; I suspect it always has been.
There isn’t a real story arc to I’m Still Here at least not one that I could recognize. Indeed having a cohesive narrative would kind of defeat the purpose. Phoenix stumbles through the alternately humorous and bizarre film by all indications a collection of scripted semi-scripted and entirely unscripted scenes in a self-indulgent haze drinking abusing drugs and ritually browbeating his assorted sycophants/enablers. When not embodying the stereotype of the pampered infantile celebrity he engages in his lone creative outlet: composing horrible hip-hop in his basement studio under his rapper nom de guerre J.P.
As a rapper Phoenix is utterly talentless but his well-cultivated artistic self-regard leads him to believe otherwise and he tasks one of his assistants with lining up an A-list producer to helm his debut album. Dr. Dre and Rick Rubin reject him outright; P. Diddy however appears somewhat open to the prospect. Emboldened by the apparent validation from one of the industry’s titans Phoenix embarks on a quest to gain an audience with the elusive hip-hop mogul all the while continuing on his path to self-destruction. Highlights of which include a party with internet hookers and a fight with an assistant that leaves Phoenix covered in feces. (His sense of humor is only slightly more mature than Johnny Knoxville's.)
It’s hard not to admire Phoenix’s dedication to the role and the zeal with which he mocks himself. He and Affleck are simply merciless toward their lead character/documentary subject. The film’s finest and funniest moments come during the concert performances when Phoenix emerges onstage in his Hasidic Unabomber ensemble and launches into his brand of laughably incomprehensible mumble-rap never breaking character even as the audience’s mood shifts from enthusiastic to stupefied to uncomfortable — all in the span of less than a minute. After each performance scathing media reports surface on the internet at which Phoenix recoils with the characteristic sensitivity of an insecure artist. Then he lights up another joint and sets out in search of another adolescent diversion.
The film ends on a suitably pretentious note with a melancholy Phoenix jettisoning off to Peru Panama his middling music career in tatters after a series of setbacks that include a rejection from Diddy a concert cut short by a belligerent heckler and a now-infamous meltdown on the David Letterman Show. The camera follows a silent Phoenix as he slowly wades into a lake — the same lake he’s seen diving happily into as a child at the beginning of the film — until his entire flabby body is submerged underwater. The image might strike many as an analogy for the fate of Phoenix’s career in Hollywood but I disagree. After all we always knew that he can be a bit of a weirdo; I’m Still Here teaches us that he can be exceedingly clever as well. And there will always be a place in Hollywood for clever weirdos.
The Hollywood actor is facing legal action from producer Amanda White and cinematographer Magdalena Gorka, who have filed separate suits alleging Affleck behaved badly while they were making his I'm Still Here documentary about Joaquin Phoenix.
Affleck's lawyer Marty Singer has branded both lawsuits "total fiction" and will file papers in court on Wednesday (04Aug10) claiming both women breached contracts by alerting the media to their complaints.
He tells the New York Post, "Their lawyer sent the media both lawsuits before he filed them with the court in order to get publicity. Both claims are total fiction."
Meanwhile, associate producer Nicole Acacio, who also worked on the Pheonix film, has defended Affleck - insisting she never witnessed him act inappropriately to any of the women on set.
She says, "Casey's wife and his children were in town with him. Casey is a great guy, and it's clear that he's a very warm, family-centric person. The real Casey isn't the one who was described in these suits. Nothing I've ever witnessed would lead me to think he could ever do anything like that."
An unnamed female editor on the documentary adds, "These lawsuits are contrary to everything that I personally know about Casey."
A lawyer for both Gorka and White, Brian Procel, says, "This is clearly an intimidation tactic by Casey Affleck's team. They want to keep the truth from the public. We do not consider this as a serious challenge and we will fight it."