Jean-Marc Vallée’s Demolition attempts to update American Beauty ’s precarious mix of satire and wish fulfillment for the post-Recession era, complete with quirky voice-over, fantasy sequences, a soundtrack of generational-nostalgia signifiers and classic rock, and a WASP protagonist who shows his disaffection with privilege by applying for a working-class job and befriending gay men and surly teenagers, here merged into a single character.
This is not an entirely fair criticism of Demolition, for stories of mid-life crises are recycled ad nauseam (Birdman, Lost in Translation, American Beauty, Falling Down, Hannah and her Sisters, 8½, Last Tango in Paris, I could go on) and so trying to recapture the novelty such a story had is a difficulty in of itself.
The yuppie-finding-his-soul scenario is a very old and not particularly compelling one, and the fact that this film borrows elements from “ Regarding Henry ,” “ American Beauty ,” Saul Bellow’s “Herzog,” and the Jim Carrey “Liar, Liar,” for heaven’s sake, does not exactly redound to its benefit.
Vallee's attempts to fix Gyllenhaal's character as an otherworldly figure in the everyday world provides little in the face of Bryan Sipe's simplistic screenplay, which appears to believe that the likes of American Beauty are too subtle for their own good.
Comparisons to American Beauty are not uncalled for, especially when Chris Cooper is right there to reinforce them.
Chris Cooper, who plays Davis’s unhelpful father-in-law, is on hand to remind us of the superficially similar American Beauty.