Manusforfattere: Alexander Payne, Jim Taylor. 2004.
Basert på romanen ved samme navn av Rex Pickett.
Sideways er en annerledes road movie om to middelaldrende bestevenner – Miles og Jack – som vier en uke til å besøke Santa Barbaras vindistrikt. Anledningen er Jacks forestående bryllup, og de har begge hver sin idé om hvordan uken skal se ut: Miles vil på vinsmaking og spille golf, mens Jack vil ha minst ett siste ligg før han gifter seg.
Filmen har noen av de mest realistiske, komplekse, håpløse hovedkarakterene jeg har sett. Miles er en mislykket forfatter og grenseland-alkoholiker som fremdeles ikke har kommet seg etter en to år gammel skilsmisse. Jack er en avdanket skuespiller og tidligere stjerne i en såpeopera, hvis roller nå utgjør voiceovers i reklamer.
Disse to meget forskjellige personlighetene gir mer enn nok rom for tragikomedien som uvegerlig finner sted. Hver gang jeg ser den blir jeg like rørt, oppgitt og lattermild over samtalene og handlingene til disse fyrene.
Filmens 7 beste bok- og vinsamtaler
Miles Raymond: Did you read the latest draft, by the way?
Jack: Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Miles Raymond: And?
Jack: It’s great. I mean there are so many improvements. It’s much tighter, just seems . . . I don’t know, more congealed or something.
Miles Raymond: Mm-hmm. What about the new ending? Did you like that?
Jack: Oh, yeah. New ending vastly superior to the old ending.
Miles Raymond: There is no new ending. Page 750 is exactly the same.
Jack: [pause] Well . . . maybe it just seemed new because everything leading up to it was so different?
Miles Raymond: [sarcastically] Yeah, that must be it!
Maya: So is it kind of about death and mortality, or . . . ?
Miles Raymond: Mrnmm, yeah . . . but not really. It shifts around a lot. Like you also start to see everything from the point of view of the father. And some other stuff happens, some parallel narrative, and then it evolves – or devolves – into a kind of a Robbe-Grillet mystery – with no real resolution.
Maya: What’s the title?
Miles Raymond: The Day After Yesterday.
Maya: Oh . . . You mean today?
Miles Raymond: Well, the world doesn’t give a shit what I have to say. I’m not necessary. Had. I’m so insignificant I can’t even kill myself.
Jack: Miles, what the hell is that supposed to mean?
Miles Raymond: Come on, man. You know. Hemingway, Sexton, Plath, Woolf. You can’t kill yourself before you’re even published.
Jack: What about the guy who wrote Confederacy of Dunces? He killed himself before he was published. Look how famous he is.
Miles Raymond: Thanks.
Jack: Just don’t give up, alright? You’re gonna make it.
Miles Raymond: Half my life is over and I have nothing to show for it. Nothing. I’am thumbprint on the window of a skyscraper. I’m a smudge of excrement on a tissue surging out to sea with a million tons of raw sewage.
Jack: See? Right there. Just what you just said. That is beautiful. ‘A smudge of excrement . . . surging out to sea.’
Miles Raymond: Yeah.
Jack: I could never write that.
Miles Raymond: Neither could I, actually. I think it’s Bukowski.
Jack: If they want to drink Merlot, we’re drinking Merlot.
Miles Raymond: No, if anyone orders Merlot, I’m leaving. I am NOT drinking any fucking Merlot!
Maya: You know, can I ask you a personal question, Miles?
Miles Raymond: Sure.
Maya: Why are you so in to Pinot?
Miles Raymond: [laughs softly]
Maya: I mean, it’s like a thing with you.
Miles Raymond: [continues laughing softly]
Miles Raymond: Uh, I don’t know, I don’t know. Um, it’s a hard grape to grow, as you know. Right? It’s uh, it’s thin-skinned, temperamental, ripens early. It’s, you know, it’s not a survivor like Cabernet, which can just grow anywhere and uh, thrive even when it’s neglected. No, Pinot needs constant care and attention. You know? And in fact it can only grow in these really specific, little, tucked away corners of the world. And, and only the most patient and nurturing of growers can do it, really. Only somebody who really takes the time to understand Pinot’s potential can then coax it into its fullest expression. Then, I mean, oh its flavors, they’re just the most haunting and brilliant and thrilling and subtle and . . . ancient on the planet.
Maya: No, I- I like to think about the life of wine.
Miles Raymond: Yeah.
Maya: How it’s a living thing. I like to think about what was going on the year the grapes were growing; how the sun was shining; if it rained. I like to think about all the people who tended and picked the grapes. And if it’s an old wine, how many of them must be dead by now. I like how wine continues to evolve, like if I opened a bottle of wine today it would taste different than if I’d opened it on any other day, because a bottle of wine is actually alive. And it’s constantly evolving and gaining complexity. That is, until it peaks, like your ’61. And then it begins its steady, inevitable decline.
Fun Fact: Salget av Pinot økte merkbart, mens Merlots sank, i kjølvannet av filmen.