So I saw Blue Like Jazz yesterday. The story of a college kid trying to figure out what he believes.
He’s got divorced parents - a conservative Christian mom and a hippy dad, who, like the rest of the flick’s characters, felt almost like animated stereotypes to me.
· A smarmy youth pastor that puts communion cups inside a cross piñata as an illustration for the congregation.
· A Texas Baptist church that sends the main character off to college with plastic armor of the spirit
· The divorcee that is overly connected to her son in the absence of a lover and companion
· The hippy father that listens to jazz “that doesn’t resolve” and sleeps with any ass he can find
· A cast of college students all searching for something
o A brash lesbian lookin’ for love
o A brainiac/arrogant Russian student looking for respect
o A student-elected “Pope” who wears the full get up as he stands up for freedom of the mind and spirit
o The cute faith-based activist girl out to save the world thru civil disobedience. (also known as the love interest)
· And… our main character that lives in the middle of it all.
o He’s been his mother’s caretaker and an assistant to the youth pastor – fully engaged in suburban Christendom
o When he spots some dramatic hypocrisy, he decides to take an exit: to a highly liberal college
o He’s told early on that, if he wants to survive, he’ll need to cover up his conservative background/beliefs.
o So he does.
o He spends about a year exploring and we get to watch.
If you can accept the caricatures and are willing to view yourself through the same slightly darkened disney lens, you’ll relate to more than one of the cast and probably feel a little uncomfortable as you do.
Which, I think, is the point.
As a genetically-enhanced conservative from a tree of Christ-serving scandahoovian humans with obvious human flaws, I went through a similar, albeit slightly less cartoonish year-long “rebellion” just after graduating from a Christian college in the ‘burbs of Minneapolis. So college Don makes sense to me. His confusion and his crush make sense to me. His desire to fit in with the crowd makes sense to me. His doubt makes sense to me as well.
At the end of the day, for me, the film validates the journey: an awkward, clunky, fun, exasperating, sometimes hope-filled, sometimes hopeless, journey. It demonstrates that real growth often happens when real questions are asked amongst those that have different answers than your own. It affirms, and begs for, dialogue.
The movie is not the book.
The book was something I read alone and felt kinship with an author as I read. I pondered and internalized it.
The movie made me squirm - uncomfortable enough to want to write about it and talk about it with others.
And… the book about making a movie about the book (A Million Miles in a Thousand Years - go buy it and read it) is slowly changing my life.
My critic’s voice gives the movie Blue Like Jazz a 5 or 6, tops. But I would see it again in a heartbeat if I were in the company of those that wanted to share a pint and have an open dialogue about their real journeys. I applaud the movie-makin’ crew that has, and continues to, follow their leading to get it done and to get it in theatres. No small feat.
I applaud them even more for encouraging absolutely every one of us to consider the stories we’re writing.
p.s. I reserve the right to build on these initial impressions after hopefully having some additional dialogue on the subject :).