Based on the Tolstoy story THE DEATH OF IVAN ILLYICH, IVANSXTC takes the Russian bureaucrat from the 19th century and transmutes him into a high-powered talent agent in contemporary
The film opens on the last day of Ivanís life, actually, the last few moments. In voice over narration, he talks about the pain he has been in and how not even taking every drug, legal and otherwise, in his luxurious but soulless home has helped. In the course of the flashback that constitutes the rest of the film, it becomes obvious that itís not just the terminal lung cancer that is causing the pain, itís the life lived for everyone but himself. It was a life given over to prostitution of the spirit, where the slightest whim of the most disoriented, to be charitable, superstar (Peter Weller at his peculiar best) is satisfied without qualm or question. If he wants to snort cocaine an inch from the most intimate area of Ivanís girlfriend, no problem and weíll all have a good laugh about it while itís going on. Relationships of the most tender nature hinge on closing the next deal more than even the most rudimentary form of affection, a state of affairs that leaves Ivan disconnected from what could have been the saving warmth of his family.
Nothing is prettied up here. News of Ivanís death is greeted with an obligatory moment of silence followed by rumor-mongering about him of the basest nature. The orgies donít have glamour lighting and the good guy does very, very bad things. Itís not something that we havenít seen before about the film business, but there is a raw immediacy to this piece that transcends the otherwise by-the-book wallow in decadence central. Perhaps itís the true-life experiences of Rose, whose run-in with the studios over his version of another Tolstoy classic, ANNA KARENINA, is what brings it on. To complete the verisimilitude of life in La La Land, Rose has cast agents as agents, doctors and doctors, the filmís producer, Lisa Enos as Ivanís writer and cokehead girlfriend, and in a delicious
IVANSXTC is a tour de force for Huston. For Rose, it must be the sweetest kind of payback, a feeling that is palpable and while it doesnít pander to our better nature, it is as seductive as Tinseltown itself.