Based on the True Story of Oscar Grant
By Chris Sabga
"Fruitvale" follows Oscar on the final day of 2008
and the first of 2009. He has a girlfriend, Sophina (Melonie Diaz, who
resembles a young Eva Mendes), and a preschool-age daughter, Tatiana (an
adorable Ariana Neal). He's a good son. He makes a special call to his mother,
Wanda (Academy Award winner Octavia Spencer), that morning. It's her birthday.
The film has a creative way of highlighting Oscar's calls
and texts: Whenever he picks up his phone, letters and digits appear; and as he
goes through his list of contacts, the names cycle on the screen.
The movie meanders through his day, but it never gets
boring. There are little incidents here and there – an argument with his
girlfriend, a minor confrontation with a boss, a situation involving a stray
dog at a gas station, a drug deal – but make no mistake, it's the calm before
the storm. As soon as Oscar and his friends arrive at the Fruitvale train
station to celebrate New Year's Day, the intensity ramps up.
There's an incident involving two police officers, Caruso
and Ingram (Kevin Durand and Chad Michael Murray). As soon as Kevin Durand
appeared on the screen, I knew there was going to be trouble. From the
repulsive Keamy on "Lost" to the sleazy promoter in "Real
Steel," Durand specializes in playing absolutely repugnant human beings. Seeing
his face stirs up unnatural levels of
hatred in me – a rare feat for an actor, and a testament to how well he does
his job. Murray ,
best known for lighter fare (such as "One Tree Hill" and "A Cinderella
Story"), is no innocent babe in the woods here either.
"Fruitvale Station" shows Oscar in a generally
positive light, but it never turns him into an angel. He's still a human being,
with his own set of faults and failings. Another writer or director might have
been tempted to erase his flaws, but "Fruitvale" works so powerfully
precisely because Oscar isn't
perfect.
MINOR SPOILERS: Some
members of the audience will undoubtedly walk into the theater without any
knowledge of the real-life incident that inspired this movie. I suspect they'll
process the events somewhat differently the first time they see them all unfold.
Even then, it isn't too difficult to figure out that things aren't going to end
well for Oscar. The film's almost leisurely pace portends a tragic final act. I
knew it was coming, but seeing it transpire on screen still had a powerful
effect. I walked out with a heavy heart and numb feeling, almost irritated by the bright, harsh sunlight beating
down on me.
While watching "Fruitvale Station," you can't help
but think about life, choices, and the utter randomness of luck – both good and
bad.
I'm guessing that second and third-hand accounts were used
to piece together Oscar's activities and whereabouts, but since there's no possible
way for anyone to know everything he said
and did in the many moments he spent alone, I can only assume that a few
creative liberties were taken to tell his story. I go into any Hollywood biopic expecting
some degree of that, so it doesn't change my opinion of "Fruitvale
Station" one bit.
Much has been made of Michael B. Jordan's incredible
performance. It is never flashy or showy. It's subtle and sneaks up on you. It
feels real and lived in. (Spider-Man's "Spidey-Sense" certainly tingled
after seeing it.) The Academy should
recognize Jordan
with a well-deserved nomination. Octavia Spencer is just as good. Even though she
recently won an Oscar for "The Help," I hope her work in
"Fruitvale" isn't overlooked. Her portrayal of a mother and all that
entails – worrying, tough, sensible – is raw and touching. As good as she was
in "The Help," she's even better here.
Most movies like this would end with a still-frame shot of the main character. "Fruitvale Station" lingers on just a little while longer. Melonie Diaz's Oscar chances are probably less likely, which is a shame, because she is every bit as good as her co-stars. Just watch the way she navigates the film's final scene. It's a heart-wrenching moment that will stay with you for a long time to come.
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