![]() Gordon-Levitt absolutely embodies the titular character in a role unlike anything we’ve seen him do before. And Portman, too, takes a turn for the subtle, playing a slightly frumpy and almost nondescript, middle-class checkout girl in a role that might convince or remind some of her Black Swan haters that she actually is a good actress.īut Hesher really belongs to JGL and Brochu. Rainn Wilson is almost singularly identified with Dwight and absurdist comedy, so it’s easy to forget that he’s got some drama in his background, particularly his stint on “Six Feet Under.” But this is easily the best dramatic performance Wilson has ever given - while characters full of sorrow and pathos are often played with a somewhat cold and disconnected undertone, Wilson’s Paul has this subtle undercurrent of warmth that makes his pain all the more heartbreaking. And it works, primarily, because the acting is absolutely top-notch. You can probably script out most of the plot from here, but like those invisible ink books, the fun of watching Hesher isn’t about seeing what comes after A, B, and C, but how the film gets to D, E and F. embark on a weird mentorship/friendship which impacts the other things going on in T.J.’s life, like his schoolboy crush on Nicole (Natalie Portman), a local grocery store checkout girl, and his ongoing battles with a bastard of a bully. Looking like the lead singer of a shitty slash metal band (although even those guys have better ink than Hesher’s homemade tats), Hesher winds up storming into the Forney home and taking up residence. runs across a … well, what the fuck do you call Hesher (Joseph Gordon-Levitt)? I guess he’s like a modern-day anarchistic nomad. This trio is coping with the recent death of T.J.’s mother, although the term “coping” has to be used ever-so-loosely when it comes to Paul, whose grown a movie blogger-like beard and basically checked out. Forney (Devin Brochu) who lives at home with his father Paul (Rainn Wilson) and grandmother (Piper Laurie). (*Better*) Pretty early on, you can see exactly where the story is going. Hesher is like those invisible ink puzzle pads. ![]() If you haven’t seen where I’m going with all this, Hesher is like my racist grandmother. I generally knew how things were going to turn out, but I dug the shit out of getting there and, before you knew it, we were in the Northeast and I was moments away from listening to my grandmother’s latest rants about the local Russians. And although I often knew what the deal was shortly after putting that stupid invisible rub stick to a given page, I was engrossed by the process. To put the kibosh on all that monkey business and get themselves some peaceful car time, my folks would buy me those little invisible ink travel books. And unlike modern-day-Seth, who is all quiet and calm reserve, young-child-Seth was an annoying asshole who would spend that whole car trip beating up on my sister and bugging the ever-living-shit out of my parents. While that drive really only took an hour, at most, it felt like an eternity to my childish impatience. When I was a kid, the family would routinely pile into the car for a trip up to Northeast Philly to visit my grandparents.
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