Charlie Kaufman (Nicolas Cage) is a screenwriter who, fresh off the success of Being John Malkovich, finds himself courted as the scribe of choice for the Adaptation. of a literary flavour of the month. Charlie's brother (a character with no correlative in real life) Donald (Cage, again, in the finest twin performance since Jeremy Irons' in Dead Ringers) is cocksure and woman-wise to Charlie's twitchy self-loathing in a way that reminds of the swinger/nebbish iteration of the Jekyll/Hyde interplay. Charlie's difficulties in producing an "anti-narrative about flowers" is set against Donald's ease in producing a coveted bit of colluded formula called "The 3", a serial killer/multiple personality thriller that sets Hollywood ablaze. That Adaptation. comments on its own un-marketability is only one level of extra-textual self-knowledge: consider as well that the identical twin constructs the corollary text and that said text comments upon the creation of an impossible doubling (trebling). It's a delicious, pleasingly onanistic pastime to deconstruct Adaptation. (a pastime referred to more than once in the film, natch), but doing so is necessarily a personal thing--the difference between being intimate with someone and watching someone masturbate.

Unable to find a way to tell a story once the centre of that story is revealed to be an impotent yearn for elusive passion (just like Charlie's--see?), Charlie writes himself into the screenplay (the celluloid product of which, of course, we're watching), in addition to author Susan Orlean (Meryl Streep) and her titular orchid thief John Laroche (a flat brilliant Chris Cooper). In telling three parallel stories, Jonze and Kaufman encompass each of Kaufman's (and subsequently our) "eureka" moments, plus the entire scope of life on the planet, of Darwin's revelations about species (including a not-very-subtle glimpse of the food chain), and of the necessity for two voices to reconstruct a dial tone--each apparent discursion resolving itself in the primacy of passion in its multifoliate expressions: sex, ambition, obsession, and at the root of it all, creation.

Adaptation. is technically dazzling and genuinely hilarious. It's more accessible than the vaguely arch Being John Malkovich, though also more involved and intricate by half. Its performances impossibly accomplished and Jonze's direction a thing of enviable self-assurance, the picture beyond all its surface charm is an intricate and heartbreaking piece. Another gorgeous love story in a 2002 calendar year chock-a-block with brave and beautiful romances, Adaptation. is a defining film, a benchmark example of how brilliance combines with courage and how, through that sexual, ambitious, obsessive, alchemical process, it creates something rare and, in a searing, seductive (Malkovich-ian) way, provides a porthole into that noble, trembling incoherence that defines us all.-Walter Chaw

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