Watching it is like finding money in the pocket of a coat that you haven’t worn in years.
Curtis Hanson made films about people who don’t save the day; people who are not in the habit of winning. The drama in most of his films comes not from huge battles of good versus evil, but rather what happens when a character unaccustomed to good fortune suddenly has a stroke of luck, or what happens when a character is at a crossroads and has to decide who they are going to be, and what they are willing to give in the attempt to change or save their lives.
A graduate of Roger Corman’s New World Pictures school, he penned the screenplay for “The Dunwich Horror” and directed the psycho-sexual thriller “Sweet Kill.” He went on to collaborate with Samuel Fuller by writing the script for “White Dog.” At the end of the eighties he directed the intriguing pair of Neon-Noirs “The Bedroom Window” and “Bad Influence.” In 1992, he directed one of his first major films, “The Hand That Rocks the Cradle.” His empathic approach to his characters extended to his villains, and Rebecca DeMornay turned in some of her best work as the nanny from hell. She plays the wife of an ob-gyn who was sexually assaulting his patients. She is heavily pregnant and at a meeting where she’s informed her husband's assets are frozen, and she goes into early labor. At the hospital she watches helplessly as a team of doctors and nurses fail to save her baby. Later, she can only watch in glassy-eyed rage the photo of the first woman to come forward on the TV news. She will attempt to destroy this woman’s life. Her actions are monstrous but she is never inhuman. Hanson lets us see that all of this horror stems from the howl of grief and agony she gave when she watched her child die.
He explored a different kind of maternal bond in “The River Wild” with Meryl Streep as a river guide determined to protect her family from the escaped criminals who have taken them hostage to force her to lead them out of the wilderness.
After that would come his biggest and best-loved film, the sleek Neo Noir “L.A. Confidential”. An excellent adaptation of the James Ellroy novel. Hanson wrote the Oscar-winning script that saw cops trapped in a maze of power players and discovering the codes they’d sworn to uphold and protect are corrupt and worthless. The two cops who make it out alive do so by creating a new code—one that costs them dearly in different ways.
Hanson followed “L.A. Confidential” with the witty and kind-hearted “Wonder Boys” based on a novel by Michael Chabon. Michael Douglas at his best is a gone-to-seed novelist and English professor. He’s saved from himself by a very eventful weekend with his libertine publisher (Robert Downey Jr.) and the best student in his class (Tobey Maguire.)
“Wonder Boys” is a film of small moments and memorable characters that builds to a wonderfully alive portrait of a makeshift family figuring out their next move. The film positing—as Maguire’s character points out about Douglas’ unfinished, bloated, out-of-control second novel—that eventually you have to make choices. You can’t keep safely walking the path of old habits. When change comes it’s messy. Change is as terrifying and liberating as watching the pages of a not very good novel fly away on a breezy day.
Hanson was very good at showing people deal—or fail to deal—with what life has given them. From a rapper trying to make good in “8 Mile” to a woman trying to forgive her sister for sleeping with her boyfriend in “In Her Shoes,” his characters had dreams and hopes they had to let go of, but there still existed a zeal for life in them. Perhaps the key to Hanson’s filmography can be summed up in a line from his “L.A. Confidential” script. A former prostitute tells one of the surviving two cops: “Some men get the world. Others get ex-hookers and a trip to Arizona.” The humanity in Hanson’s films happens when characters get what they need instead of what they want. They might not be epic heroes but they find connection, people with whom they can build a life. And that’s a vanishing type of story in Hollywood, which only makes Hanson’s loss feel more acute.