John Madden’s Proof is about a young woman’s fight to overcome her father’s shadow and claim her life as her own. Fraught by depression, hallucinations, and paranoia, the main character, Catherine, meanders her way through this movie to find something close to a new beginning. Crowded with exceptional actors and a layered script, Proof offers an authentic story of crisis and redemption.
Ostensibly, the story is about the death of a math genius with a tendency toward madness and its effects on his youngest daughter, Catherine. In the present, Catherine attempts to cope with her father’s death, settling her father’s estate. Through flashback scenes, we learn Catherine has been the sole caregiver of her mentally ill father. The crux of the plot is that after her father’s death, a revolutionary mathematical proof is found. Though her sister and friends assume the proof is the work of her father, Catherine insists she is the author. Armed with only her personal assertion, Catherine can offer no proof of her authorship. The characters wrestle with concept of proof: that nothing can be proven.
What’s really at stake is more than a mathematical proof; it’s Catherine’s sanity. On every level, she compares herself to her father. Her depressed, paranoid existence hints at her father’s instability. If she wrote this proof, is it evidence that she will become as ill as her father was? Is it proof she is his reflection?
Ultimately, though, Proof is about faith. It reminds the audience that people are more than their genes, more than their tendencies, more than what people imagine themselves to be. There is no guarantee that life will unfold a certain way; even without proof, some things are worth believing in. Hope, then, is what sustains us and this storyline.
The acting is superb. Forget Shakespeare In Love for which Gwyneth Paltrow won an Academy Award, this movie is her best performance to date. Her embodiment of Catherine is deep and moving. We believe she is this broken woman, so close to cracking under the strain of her father’s death. The other actors do well to form characters off which Paltrow can reflect Catherine’s disturbed perspective. Anthony Hopkins plays Paltrow’s father as a highly eccentric, excitable man who is helpless to control his intelligence and insanity. Actress Hope Davis provides a mentally stable, competent contrast as Catherine’s sister. Hal, played by Jake Gyllenhaal, is Catherine’s confidante and her father’s student and serves as a lifeline between the future and the past.
Not for the light of heart, Proof offers an intimate perspective of the intricate nature of family, mental illness, and redemption. This movie is big on personal drama, little on monster tactics of big-budget films. You’ll find no special effects, no fast-moving action scenes, or over-the-top performances in this movie. What you get is something akin to a slice of a confused, grieving woman’s struggle to accept her father’s death and herself. Grade: A
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December 8, 2009 at 5:08 pm
Val
I’ll watch this medicatedlady. You know I will because of Dave. You highlight something that is unknown to those who are not affected by mental illness. Most mentally ill people, specifically schizophrenic people are high functioning with episodes of psychosis and unless you live with them or work closely with you wouldn’t know. Mental illness. One day I will email about my own shit okay medicatedlady? hugs Thanks for posting about this, you are a gem and I adore thee. 🙂
December 8, 2009 at 5:26 pm
Jessie carty
Wow! Notbonly do I want to see this movie now but I have to say this is about the most well written movie reviewvi have seen in a long time’
December 9, 2009 at 2:09 pm
Bryan Borland
I’m going to ask that you rethink the grades you give. Do you remember the old MySpace days, when I reviewed restaurants? You need to come up with own rating system. I’ll insert my old review here for your benefit:
FROM BRYAN’S OLD MYSPACE BLOG:
The dim lighting lets you know Saddle Creek aims to be fine dining. But can a restaurant that has antlers masquerading as chandeliers really be that classy? Located in Lakewood Village near McCain Mall in North Little Rock, Saddle Creek began filling up shortly after 5:00 pm, when we’d shown up in order to make a movie.
The waitress was overly perky and tried to rush drink orders, taking away my wine glass before I’d settled on which type I wanted. When I asked about a pinot noir, she giggled and suggested the most expensive. Not counting a coke, which our waitress thankfully got right, the remaining drinks were mass confusion. Our waitress charged too little for a long island iced tea (a fact used against us later) and took it upon herself to choose an expensive vodka for a vodka and cranberry juice (oh, and she charged us a dollar extra for the cranberry juice, go figure). We ordered spinach-artichoke dip, which was fine, and onion rings, which were actually great, as appetizers.
Three members of our party ordered the Saddle Creek Sirloin. I went with the ribeye because I have better taste than my dining companions. The food arrived soon enough. One bite of the steak and I was instantly reminded of beek jerky. Apparently, the wood grill that Saddle Creek uses gives every cut of meat that same flavor. If you go, save yourself some money and go with the cheapest cut. It tastes the same as the most expensive. A medicated companion’s garlic mashed potatoes were proclaimed dry and left untouched. When she attempted to tell the waitress and perhaps get a baked potato, the waitress just giggled again and inexplicably said “I like you,” before walking off, ignoring the situation. The baked potatoes the rest of us got were standard. For me, the potato was a welcome relief from the beef jerky. I don’t like beef jerky.
Now, as far as dessert, only one companion dared to test the waters (the medicated companion, of course). She ordered the Chocolate Fall Cake, the description and price making us picture the standard chain restaurant brownie and ice cream, which is usually huge. She ordered it sans the cherry compote, as she is not a fruit for dessert fan. The dessert arrived, perhaps the size of an oreo cookie. Around the chocolate morsel was a few small dollops of ice cream, and the entire dish was atop red syrup. Assuming this was the cherry sauce, my dining companion asked for another order. The waitress took the plate, then came back a few minutes later stating that it was actually strawberry sauce (something not mentioned in the menu’s description and odd, as it seems strange to mix strawberry sauce and the cherry compote). She put the plate down in front of us and we saw the same dessert she had taken a few minutes later, only now the ice cream had melted. She asked if my companion wanted it since it was strawberry and not cherry. My companion, eyeing the time and with our movie in mind, relented. I took a bite, and the ice cream tasted of warm, frothy milk and/or semen. The “cake” was dry and the strawberry syrup overpowered everything.
When our receipt came, our total was $112.00 for four people. Seeing the price she was charged for the cranberry-vodka cocktail, one companion asked for a manager. The manager dismissed her, hautily stating that the vodka used, while more expensive, was far from their most expensive and told us that we had been charged far less than we should have for the long island iced tea. Ultimately he knocked off a few dollars on the drink, but by then, we were all in foul moods.
Saddle Creek? You couldn’t pay me to go back. The waiters and waitresses were too loud for a candlelit joint. I paid $22.00 for beef jerky. Dessert was a clump of ill-temperatured goo, and the manager was an ass. Saddle Creek gets a bitchslap.
GAY RATING SYSTEM:
EXCELLENT: FABULOUS
GOOD: FIERCE
OKAY: CUTE
POOR: BITCHSLAP
December 9, 2009 at 6:23 pm
Barbara
What an excellent review. Anthony Hopkins is an all time fave of mine, and I enjoy Paltrow, too. I must see this.
December 10, 2009 at 9:04 am
medicatedlady
I’m glad I’ve convinced people to see this movie. It really is a great film.
Bryan: Jesus.