Wednesday, April 08, 2009

ONE WEEK

Written and Directed by Michael McGowan
Starring Joshua Jackson, Liane Balaban and narrated by Campbell Scott


Narrator: What would you do if you knew you only had one day or one week to live?

The words above are spoken by the narrator against a black screen in Canadian filmmaker, Michael McGowan’s ONE WEEK, diving distinctly into cliché before an image has even appeared. The question has been asked countless times before – whether it be in face of a serious illness or as a hypothetical scenario at a mundane dinner party. It is supposed to be treated seriously in this context but every decision McGowan makes as both writer and director make the question as flat as the Canadian plains that play setting to the ensuing drama. ONE WEEK may earn its place in Canadian film history for bringing the road trip to the beautiful Canadian countryside but the real journey is the one McGowan takes from a laughable starting point to a contemptible final destination. Oh, and the whole thing is cheekily narrated by Campbell Scott. Joy.


Ben Tyler (British Columbia born, Joshua Jackson) has just been told that he is in stage four cancer and that he has a couple of years tops left as a maximum and a minimum that may not go past his doctor’s appointment. Oddly enough, this is where the laughs really get started. Let alone that I’m not entirely clear how he missed the first three stages of his cancer completely but check this subtle set up to the film’s road trip plot. Ben, upon hearing the news that he is going to die, runs out of the his doctor’s office only to almost be hit by an oncoming vehicle. How unbelievably ironic is that? He could go at any time due to his cancer and then he almost dies a whole other way. It was mindblowing. After having almost been hit by a car, Ben runs down a Toronto back alley until he can run from his inevitable death no more. Out of breath, he looks up and there stands an old man and his bike. That destiny, always stepping in to show you the path to your bliss. Needless to say, but I’ll say it anyway as the film itself seems to admire needlessness, he buys the bike.


Traveling by bike from Toronto through the plains of Saskatchewan, past Alberta’s Rocky Mountains and finishing on the shores of a beach in Vancouver is certainly scenic. It is also rarely seen on film in such grandeur and with such admiration on the part of the filmmaker. Still, one can overdo it. As a Canadian who loves this country, it is even a little much for me to take when the hero rolls up the rim on his Tim Horton’s coffee cup to reveal the direction he should travel in and settles into a motel along the way to smoke a joint with Gord Downie of the Tragically Hip. It’s highly doubtful to me that anyone who has never spent any significant amount of time in Canada would have any idea what my last sentence meant and that’s precisely the point. While the film may speak directly to Canadians, it says very little to any other audience about the country it is supposedly so proud of outside of a few clichés set to some very pretty pictures.


What it does say outside of trying to glorify Canadiana, and thus bringing the film from laughable formula to practically despicable, is said through Ben's soul search. His perspective is the film’s and it is distinctly male in its stubbornness and needs. Apparently, facing the possibility of death amounts to mostly needing to find someone who isn’t your girlfriend to have sex with. Given that his girlfriend (Liane Balaban, who, along with Jackson, provides ONE WEEK with its most endearing moments) is sitting at home the whole time Ben is out for his joy ride, it certainly does nothing to bring any sympathy to Ben. As he is dying, you’d think sympathy would be easy to inspire but instead, McGowan’s script goes the route of Sean Penn’s INTO THE WILD, honouring selfishness and calling it following one’s own true path in spite of society. If I were waiting for Ben at home, I would have probably written him off before he even reached the Rockies. Watching him go through it all though and neglect everything that made his pathetic life half livable, I wished a little near the end that he would just pull over to the side of the road and die already.

8 comments:

bdsr80 said...

Do you see the poster campaign that had "glowing reviews" from YouTube users? How pathetic is that?

linabug2002 said...

The movie made $971,000 in limited release in canada. Yeah that poster is "very" pathetic!

Anonymous said...

I thought it was nice low key flick. I thought visiting the various Canadian "hotspots" was funny.

Anonymous said...

I have cancer and I work in film. This is a well done small film full of truths and insight to what it feels like to be dealing with a harsh reality like cancer. I guess this makes me selfish and cleché.

Black Sheep said...

I believe some of the character's actions to be selfish, like abandoning the people who love him most when all they want to do is be there for him or say, cheating on his girlfriend. He doesn't have to do these things just because he has cancer. I can understand the need to figure things out on his own but that does not give him a free pass to abandon any responsibility he had to anyone in his life. I'm sorry but I found him entirely unlikable.

Anonymous said...

Props to reviewing a Canuck movie, but your review is sardonic and vapid at best. I can agree that the movie may not be pleasing, but you simply use the quirkyness of the movie against it. Could you dare to look at the symbolism deeper than the obvious fun stuff? How about the music, the narration, the purposeful Canadian references that cross borders of geography and culture. You failed to mention the deep bred truths of not only life, but Canadiana. And the only reason you get the inane Americana references in every bloated and horrid Hollywood movie is THAT is likely the culture you immerse yourself with. Come back to Canada, hit the road, and give this movie another chance. It is amazing in my mind, maybe it can be upgraded to okay in yours. Cheers.

Black Sheep said...

Note to the last Anonymous comment, I am Canadian. I've lived here all my life. I did not find any of this film, aside from the picturesque scenery, to be in any way a tribute to Canadiana. I found it something of an insult. As A Canadian, there is more to my life than Tim Horton's and Gord Downie. Also, it would be a stretch to suggest that One Week operates on any deeper symbolic level. If there were depth to this film, I would have caught it.

Film appreciation is subjective. One Week made me angry. It made me sad to see that this is what is considered to be a great Canadian film, just because it takes place here. You can like it all you want. I actually found the film itself to be the vapid one here.

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