Jake Squared

This. This right here is why I watch movies. The makers of this film, in particular the writer, should be applauded for their seamless execution, invigorating originality and heartfelt, genuine warmth they have wrought in this offbeat, dense yet lighthearted dramedy. Jake Klein (Elias Koteas) is a 50 something movie director, who in the midst of making an autobiographical film set at his Hollywood home, in visited by manifestations of his former self at various stages of his life, manifestations who not only himself, but his family, cast and crew of the movie can see and interact with, providing moments of confusion at first, but also wickedly funny wordplay, introspective contemplation, and ultimately the answer to the missing piece: why has Jake never been able to find the right girl to 'fall in love' with and settle down to. The almost supernatural like format of the plot takes some time getting used to, but is so ingeniously executed, and so enjoyable, it pulls you right in and glues you to the story till the conclusion (or at least it did for me. The extremely underrated and woefully misused Elias Koteas gives the performance of his career as 3 similar yet wildly hilarious different versions of Jake, giving the character the right amounts of pathos, dry humour and just a touch of self deprecation, and warmth. It really is a remarkable performance. Jennifer Jason Leigh, Virginia Madsen, Jane Seymour, Kevin Railsback, Liana Liberato and many more give wonderful support as various people in his life. This is one of those rare indie films that although won't be seen by many people, if given the chance by people in the mood for something of its kind, is an amazingly rewarding, smart, funny, innovative and engaging piece.

Have you ever thought if our past resurrected and ran after us, we would go crazy like Jake Squared, the film had potential, but it didn't convince me, nor did it involve ... It seems that all the irony made it cold and distant, we didn't create that attachment that is contagious ...

What an excruciatingly awful movie. Painfully obvious and superficial Woody Allen imitation that not only never takes off but seems to revel in the most square and out-of-date aspects of the ol' Woodman's work: Ultra-sincerity, Oblivious Self-Absorption and Cornball, Throwback Would-be humor. Nothing in this film worked except Elias Koteas' heroic performance which almost succeeds in making director Howard Goldberg's suffering d-bag of a protagonist seem human. Almost.

I've never written a review for a movie before though I have worked in the movie business for a long time! I saw this movie at the Downtown Film Festival Los Angeles.

Here's what I think:

You will be given countless opportunities to see movies about perfect people (portraying underdogs) saving a town/country/world/universe BUT very few chances to see a movie that teaches you something interesting and new about the human condition. This movie succeeds in illuminating the human condition, especially aging men looking for love. I have had daydreams similar to several scenes in this movie, but could not articulate them like Howard Goldberg does. The movie is very "meta"; it's self-reflexive and self-deprecating. Elias Koteas plays four different ages of himself and they talk to each other (along with other actors playing his character). Some of his acting and Goldberg's writing reminded me of conversations I've had with myself, and at other times it reminded me of things I've talked to my father about. To me there are very few movies that really discuss what it's like to be a man. Not a macho man, or a sex crazed man, but just a man, warts and all. This movie really shows it, the loneliness, the need for love, the second guessing, and a lot more. It still funny, and wonderfully acted, and stressful. I never knew what was coming, because of its originality.

I don't want to give away too much, just go see it.

On the surface 50-year old Jake Klein seems to have it all. He has loving children, a beautiful house, complete with a pool that sparkles in the sunlight, as if filled with San Pellegrino, a classic Porsche and a late-model Volvo. He has made films but to finance his lifestyle, he has put his creative ambitions on hold and sells real estate.

However, Jake, played brilliantly by Elias Koteas, possesses and increasingly expresses in full, his interior but soon frequently exterior bouts with his existential joys and pain.

The root of the dilemma is Jake's inability, since he was a young man, to sustain a romantic relationship. (He is divorced and slipping in and out of a long-distance relationship with Sheryl (Jennifer Jason Leigh) who lives with her child in "cold" Chicago, as opposed Jake's perpetually sunny Los Angeles.

At the beginning Jake, speaking to the audience, tells his story against the backdrop of a party at his house. The actor cast to play Young Jake (an excellent Mike Vogel) brings a fine insouciance, to the point of indifference, to the role.

Jake's confusion and consternation—approaching a nervous breakdown—grows, and, the film's plot, set in motion, becomes quite a lot of fun. Suddenly, surprisingly, more Jakes appear in the movie, on the set, and into Jake's "real" life.

Goldberg and Koteas, work wonders with this conceit—Jakes—at 20, 30,and 40. In less skillful hands, and with a less gifted actor, this would not works at all, but here it works beautifully, and when it works especially well, it is a delight.

We follow the "real" Jake's" struggle to come to terms with himself, and the women in his life. This begins with our introduction to the 17-year-old Jake (Kevin Railsback), who refers to himself as Damien. Railsback nicely captures the vanity and naivety possessed by teenage Jake, as does his first love Joanne (Liana Liberato), who will morph into an especially graceful Jane Seymour.

Visited by the ghosts of bedrooms past, Jake has ample opportunity to express his desire for that one true, lasting love. This admission is represented both comically and dramatically, but is best captured by Jake's best friend, a remarkable sweet and accessible Beth (Virginia Madsen).

To look deeper in the cause of his "inability" to love for any time, Jake looks back to his parents, who also visit him. He sees their 55-year marriage as an ideal, so one does not have to be a Freudian to suspect that his metaphor for authentic love, longevity, may not be a perfect guide to life. That said, the appearance of his father and grandfather are a particular treat, as old Jewish men intruding on their child's/grandchild's life. Their visits are among the most entertaining and revealing in the movie.

Jake's mother is kindness personified, so one has to look past the surface to see what role, she played informing Jake's ambivalence not only about commitment, but also about the nature of love. Is love liberation of the soul or its confinement? Is the beast enjoyed best in a cage, or chased into the unknown?

In the end, a kind of détente is reached between the different Jakes and Jake himself. The sun shines both literally and metaphorically. No, there is no sudden realization, no fixing on the right love, no deus ex machina——that, if possible, will come in the sequel.

For now, the love that preserves Jake is self love, not damaging as narcissism, but not liberating as Conrad observed, "Into the destructive element immerse." One suspects Jake is determined to pursue his ideal, and, whether or not he succeeds, is anyone's guess.

Two final notes: The first, Gia Mantegna is superb as Jake's precocious but not jaded daughter. She steals every scene she's in. And, finally worth noting is the music by Daniel Adam Day, which is light and pleasant and works as an adhesive that keeps the Goldberg's tone and manner intact throughout. The choice of Mr. Day was one of Goldberg's many inspired decisions.

I recommend unreservedly this film for men of all ages—bachelors, Lotharios, fathers and sons—as well as women trying to understand difficult men, but especially for couples who every so often catch a glimpse of themselves in the mirror, and note something less than perfect. Or those who look too closely at a photograph to find some mote or imperfection.