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Noble quest of a lost soul in 'King'

MOVIES / REVIEW

September 14, 2007|Carina Chocano, Times Staff Writer

Mike Cahill's directorial debut, "King of California," is the strange, funny and sad story of a bipolar jazz musician and his long-suffering teenage daughter, reunited after his two-year stay in a mental institution.

Co-produced by Cahill's UCLA film school friend Alexander Payne (with Michael London), Cahill's film is not quite the trenchant satire that are "Election," "Sideways" and "About Schmidt," but it dwells in the same gleefully bleak contemporary America and is just as bewildered and soul-sick about it.


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A melancholy, astute fable about mass conformity, "King of California" lets its characters successfully escape the encroaching monoculture via history and fantasy.

Michael Douglas and Evan Rachel Wood give heartbreaking, hilarious performances as a modern-day Prospero (here called Charlie) and his daughter Miranda, trying in vain to make sense of the brave new world that has overtaken their old one. The Santa Clarita Valley, where both Charlie and Miranda grew up, is now altered beyond recognition by restaurant chains, big-box stores and ludicrous housing developments consisting of cheap, identical, faux baronial "estates." Charlie and Miranda live in a lovely but dilapidated old yellow Victorian once located in an orange grove. Charlie refused to sell to developers, and the house is now surrounded by McMansions.

Miranda has held down the fort during Charlie's stay in the mental hospital by quitting school and working a double shift at McDonald's, but it isn't long after his return that he begins to upset her small but orderly life. "What's going on?" she asks him, interrupting some mysterious activity. "Great things!" Charlie says, and you know there's going to be trouble.

It turns out that Charlie has made use of his time away by boning up on California history. Specifically, he has become well versed in the expedition of the Spanish explorer Father Juan Florismarte Garces, whose lost treasure, according to Charlie's calculations, must be somewhere in the neighborhood.

Though at first she's reluctant, Miranda is eventually drawn into the adventure. Gradually, she starts to see the golden paradise that was California through the eyes of the Spanish explorer, whose journals she is reading. Armed with centuries-old maps and logs, Charlie and Miranda hunt for marked boulders and underground rivers in a wasteland of Applebee's, Chuck E. Cheese's, Petcos and Costcos.

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