Delightful and enjoyable character study, slight but very well acted by well-cast leads
Director: Jesse Eisenberg
Cast: Jesse Eisenberg (David Kaplan), Kieran Culkin (Benji Kaplan), Will Sharpe (James), Jennifer Grey (Marcia), Kurt Egyiawan (Eloge), Liza Sadovy (Diane), Daniel Oreskes (Mark)
Life is tough. David (Jesse Eisenberg), a new father and successful seller of internet advertising space, finds social situations incredibly challenging. They aren’t a problem for his cousin Benji (Kieran Culkin), an impulsive, charming but troubled man who sits somewhere on an undiagnosed spectrum. The two were once as close as brothers, but growing up (as far as you can say Benji has) led to them drifting apart. After their death of their Holocaust-surviving grandmother – who Benji felt was closer to him than anyone – they travel to Poland, as part of a Holocaust-themed tour group, to commemorate her.
Eisenberg’s film is a witty, heartfelt, sharply scripted character study that’s slight on plot, but works very effectively as slice-of-life film-making. A Real Pain isn’t about solving problems, but acknowledging them (or not). It looks at how challenging and complex life, with its different ages and the changes those inflict on us and those around us, can be overwhelming. Above all, it’s an involving and engaging exploration of the relationship between two people who could not be more different, but are (or were once) held together by deep, unbreakable bonds.
This is despite sometimes finding the other person both loveable and deeply frustrating. That best sums up Benji, a charismatic man who feels things very, very deeply – and doesn’t see any reason to filter those feelings. In a fabulous, magnetic performance, Kieran Culkin makes him a guy who is fun personified until he isn’t. Benji connects with the tour group in a way David can’t: at their first meeting he absorbs details about them with a passionate interest, he ropes them into confidences and larking around for photos, he makes them laugh. He’s memorable, fun and lights up a room.
But he’s also deeply troubled. There is clearly some form of mental health issue with Benji – anything from Tourettes to autism via ADHD. Benji is scrupulously, passionately honest all the time. Which is fine when he is joking around: much more of a problem when he explodes in a furious tirade about the dark-irony of a Jewish Holocaust tour-group travelling first class on a Polish train. His explosions of passionate, vigorous outrage often showcase his failure to understand basic social norms (those rules that govern how far we go when we are annoyed), meaning he often ends up pushing things like a five-year-old who doesn’t realise the impact of his words.
He’s a man who always displays what he feels: after visiting a concentration camp he literally shakes with uncontrollable sobbing; when he wants a moment’s reflection in a graveyard from tour guide James (an excellently restrained, very funny Will Sharpe) he’ll launch into a massively critical tirade about James losing the ‘real people’ behind a blizzard of historical facts. But, strangely, during this passionately felt but excessive tirade (which is excruciatingly embarrassing), he’ll be as equally genuine when he praises James’ tour as he was when lambasting the picture-postcard view of the Holocaust he feels the tour can get lost in. And you can’t help but feel that he has a point, that the link between tourism box-ticking and real historical life-and-death is a bit uncomfortable. But you probably wouldn’t express it at such awkward, skin-crawling length as Benji does.
Culkin’s performance has echoes of his role in Succession – Benji shares Roman Roy’s impulse control, bouncy lack of focus and disregard for what people think about him (although, unlike Roman, that’s more because he genuinely can’t seem to understand people might respond to stuff differently to how he would). But Culkin also mines Benji’s vulnerability and desperation for affection. He’s a loud, bouncy man because he’s terribly, deeply lonely. He frequently wraps David in affectionate laddish embraces as if he’s scared he’ll run away. He clings to the memory of his bond with his grandmother and is distressed at a casual statement from David that suggests it might not have been as close as he believes. He constantly keeps on the go, seeking out new people and experiences, because he’s clearly deeply distressed at the idea of being alone with his own thoughts.
It makes him a fascinating contrast with David, who seems at first more nervous and anxious than Benji but turns out to be far better adjusted – just forgettable opposite the electric Benji. It’s a great performance by Eisenberg, nervous, twitchy and flummoxed by the world. David behaves like most of us would: nervous about Benji’s exhibitionism, worried about what people think about him and anxious about the people he loves. Sure, there’s a bit of Woody Allen-ish comedy to David (the sort of guy who leaves innumerable voicemails whenever there is the slightest change to his travel plans), but he feels like a real guy trying to make the general pressure of life work.
And a lot of that pressure comes from what a joy and a burden Benji can be. Benji can make him laugh but no-one else, but who (as he confesses in a stand out, single-take emotional speech by Eisenberg) he switches between wanting to be him (who wouldn’t want to make friends that easily?) and hating him (who wouldn’t be frustrated by a guy as unpredictable as that?). But, above all, he’s anxious and worried about a cousin who can’t look after himself and secretly struggles the daily turmoil of real life. It’s a whole extra burden he’s carrying, worrying about what this unpredictable, troubled man might do to himself.
Eisenberg’s leans into a thematic idea that the responsibility to life a happy, pain-free life is even more pressure-inducing for Jewish people living in the shadow of these unspeakable horror. There are teasing moments where this processing a traumatic legacy among the mundane burdens of life, looks like it might drop into place – from the second generation American immigrant couple who feels it’s their duty to live a good life, to the Rwandan convert Eloge (very well played by Kurt Egyiawan) who finds a peace in Judaism he’s never found elsewhere – but somehow it never quite clicks into focus.
A Real Pain is a film stronger on the small details than thematic big pictures. It wonderfully stages this very male relationship, where both men focus on shared memories and banter so they don’t need to talk about real feelings. And it gives plenty to celebrate in this delightful character study of two complex characters excellently played by Eisenberg and Culkin (Eisenberg has written two perfect roles for actors with very specific ranges). It’s a very intimate character study that makes you think about how each of us try to cope with everyday burdens, packed with moments that will make you both laugh and think. Eisenberg but just be an even better writer-director than he is actor.
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