Revolutionary Road: Book and Movie

There’s a story that goes like this.  The Times once asked its readers to send in their answer to this question: “What is wrong with the world?”  The writer, scholar, and theologian G. K. Chesterton sent them this reply:

Dear Editors,

I am.

Sincerely,

G. K. Chesterton

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Here’s a lighter version from Groucho Marx:

“I don’t want to belong to any club that would accept me as a member.”

 

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Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates (1961)

If only the Wheelers had had a conversation with Groucho Marx, maybe invited him to tea in their little white suburban house on Revolutionary Road, probably they could have avoided a tragedy.

In her mind, April Wheeler has dreamed of a club like this:

“I still had this idea that there was a whole world of marvelous golden people somewhere… people who knew everything instinctively, who made their lives work out the way they wanted without even trying, who never had to make the best of a bad job becasue it never occurred to them to do anything less than perfectly the first time.  Sort of heroic super-people, all of them beautiful and witty and calm and kind, and I always imagined that when I did find them I’d suddenly know that I belonged among them, that I was one of them, that I’d been meant to be one of them all along…”

The problem with the self.  What had taken G. K. Chesterton two words to identify, Richard Yates has shown with 463 pages (my pocket paperback).  No, I’m not complaining.  What has driven me to go on and finish the book, despite the ominous cloud hanging over its pages, is Yate’s marvellous prose leading me every step of the way, through every fight of the Wheelers’, every sardonic description of Frank’s New York office, their suburban social circle, and their self-delusion.  And even amidst the dark and grey overtone, the undercurrents of humor could sometimes make me laugh out loud (Having read the book, I’ll have to ask myself: am I being a snob for not using the acronym?)

Humor and irony are only ways of delivery, the message is still poignant.  I’ve enjoyed every visit John Givings goes to the Wheelers’ home during his half-day out of the insane asylum.  John’s mother Helen, the realtor who sells the Wheelers their house, only means good, bringing her son to meet some normal people to help improve his condition.  Yates is superb there in these scenes. As expected, the fool often comes out as the wise, the insane pointing out the truth. But you still want to go over the lines.

Knowing that Frank doesn’t like his job, John responds:

“Whaddya do it for then?   Okay; I know; it’s none of my business.  This is what old Helen calls Being Tactless, Dear. That’s my trouble, you see; always has been.  Forget I said it. You want to play house, you got to have a job.  You want to play very nice house, very sweet house, then you got to have a job you don’t like. Great… Anybody comes along and says ‘Whaddya do it for?’ you can be pretty sure he’s on a four-hour pass from the State funny-farm; all agreed.  Are we all agreed there, Helen?”

“Oh look, there is a rainbow,” Mrs. Givings said…

But of course the problem is complex.  While we are all free agents of our own actions, we are also products of our circumstances and our past. The setting of the 50’s is a time of suburbanization, post-war peace and affluence. But the story could take place anywhere, anytime. When offered a promotion at work, Frank chooses to stay rather than opting for a loftier dream.  Substitute now for the 50’s, who would notice?

Frank and April Wheelers and their two children are the perfect example of the young and wholesome family enjoying the good life, in appearance that is.  What’s troubling them is legitimate, of course. What’s the point of being a nut screw in the machine of Big Business and a willing hostage of conformity and suburban ennui?  April might be fulfilling a self-serving and snobbish desire to move the whole family to Paris, but she could be right that Frank needs to be given the chance to ‘find himself’.  What she fails to see though is that she’s the one who could benefit from such self-reflection even more.

John Givings has more pointed words for the Wheelers in his next visit, which ultimately leads to the collapse of everything.  Yates’ writing has taken me captive.  The last hundred pages of the book have me glued to the seat.  It was already dark outside, I was sitting on a couch reading, alone in the house.  The feeling I had while going through those last chapters was no different from my experience of watching The Silence of the Lambs some years earlier, also sitting alone one night in the same spot… although there’s no similarity between the content of the two.  Haunting, eerie, disturbing…. now this is with me having watched the movie before reading the book.

Revolutionary Road is my first Yates book.  While I’ve admired his writing, I’m not so sure I’ll seek out his other works…  You see, I’ve always thought The Silence of the Lambs is a first-rate movie, but I would not want to see it again and again.

Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates, First Vintage Contemporaries Mass Market Edition, January 2009, 463 pages.

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Revolutionary Road: The Movie (2008, DVD)

Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet reunited since Titanic (1997) to play the Wheelers in Revolutionary Road.  On the outset, they are perfect for the roles: Frank the charmer, April the golden girl.  And to top it off, the movie is directed by Sam Mendes, who has brought us the Oscar Best Picture for 1999, American Beauty, another brilliant suburban commentary.

Supporting roles are well performed by Kathy Bates as the talkative realtor Mrs. Helen Givings.  And Michael Shannon deservedly got an Oscar nom for his portrayal of Mrs. Givings’ son John, the lucid lunatic on a day-pass out from the insane asylum.

But somehow I feel there’s a significant discrepancy in the characterization that has shifted the dynamics between Frank and April.  As a result, the movie offers an altered view.  April here is a victim of circumstance.  She is portrayed as the courageous one who sticks to her goal, even heroic as Mendes says in the Special Features.  No suggestion of smugness or self-delusion, but rather, she is clear as crystal about her situation. Winslet has such cinematic appeal that her April is a much more amiable character than the controlling and self-serving dreamer and schemer I see in the novel.  And here, Frank is the conforming realist, the bully that needs anger management, the one who lacks the guts to embrace change.

While the storyline and scenes are faithful to the source material, the altered characterization of April Wheeler has subtly changed the premise of the novel.  What we have here is simply a love relation gone wrong.  A tragic drama of incompatible expectations, the conflicts between the progressive, idealistic and unfulfilled suburban wife, and the temperamental, gutless husband who has given in too easily to ordinary life.  The complexities which Yates has so marvellously detailed are absent here:  Was there any love to begin with?  Are dreamers necessarily superior than realists?  And, on what do we base our choices and actions?

What initially sparks off the romance between Frank and April and which sustains their façade can be summed up in this sentence from the book, and which, of course, is absent in the film in any nuanced form:

“Sometimes there was a glint of humor in these embraces of the eye:  I’m showing off, they seem to say, but so are you, and I love you.”

All the more reason to read the source material after watching a movie.

DVD Special Features include commentary by director Sam Mendes and screenwriter Justin Haythe, and Lives of Quiet Desperation: The Making of Revolutionary Road.

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Arti

If she’s not birding by the Pond, Arti’s likely watching a movie, reading, or writing a review. Bylines in Asian American Press, Vague Visages, Curator Magazine.

7 thoughts on “Revolutionary Road: Book and Movie”

  1. Love the quotes from Chesterton and Groucho!

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    Ellen,

    You know it’s always hard to ‘authenticate’ the source of a quote, especially verbal. But as legends go, they’re wise words, aren’t they?

    A.

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  2. Love the Chesterton quote. I’ve never read yates and honestly never really thought I would because there are so many things I want to read and we have to make choices. But after your review I might have to re-think that.
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    Stefanie,

    I wouldn’t have spent time on Yates if not for the brand new paperback I’ve by my bedside table for a couple of years and to meet the “Read the Book, See the Movie” challenge over at Ready When You Are, CB. But, Yates’s stylish writing is enjoyable, if not because of the gloomy subject matter I’d probably have liked it more… As you might have guessed, I’m holding back a very crucial piece of spoiler for the ending.

    Arti

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  3. Hey, Artie – I saw the movie when it came out. In fact, I went with several friends. We had originally planned to see The Reader. We got split up at the popcorn stand but had our tickets and so would all meet in the theatre. Two of us went ahead, got seated, started talking and soon enough began wondering where everyone was. They were thinking the same; we met in the lobby looking for one another. the two of us had gone into The Reader, without thinking, rather than to Revolutionary Road. So, we went back, grabbed our coats and joined the group in RRd.
    I might have been better off in the other movie, I don’t know. The entire movie, despite Kate and Leo, was painful. Egads. It was strong yet there seemed to be things “missing.” I think you’ve filled some of them in for me with your book review. I am intrigued by the writing especially since it glued you to your seat finally, but not sure I want to read the book. And yet, there’s nothing quite like great writing.
    An excellent tandem review and I read every word to see what you thought of this major work.
    Bravo!

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      I would have mixed up too… considering both of her movies were out at the same time. But she won the Oscar with The Reader. I really can’t say which one I’d prefer more, because both are so depressing. With the book, at least the literary style can be enjoyed with respect to RR. While The Reader has more cinematic/visual offering. Anyway, as I have mentioned in my post, my main concern is the discrepancy of making a ‘heroine’ out of April Wheeler. Not until I read the book I didn’t know she’s actually a character with flaws that may not elicit as much sympathy as Winslet had generated from her audience. Could part of the reason be attributed to then hubby/director Sam Mendes?

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  4. Interesting. I have read the book and watched the movie both, but I read the book such a long time ago, that I really didn’t remember it well. I enjoyed the movie a lot — it was so harrowing! I’m not sure I’ll read more Yates or not — I kind of feel like reading this one might be all that’s necessary (although I could change my mind!).

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    Dorothy,

    I have the same feeling… this could well be my last Yates. There are countless books waiting out there I need to catch up on.

    Arti

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  5. Interesting analogy (Silence of the Lambs). I have been told by many readers that Yates writes about the same stuff over and over again. I am okay with that, if the writing is as lovely as it was in Road. Except, his books are so darn old you can’t get them anymore.

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