Starring: Jim Carrey, Martin Landau
Director: Frank Darabont
IN The Majestic, Peter Appleton (Jim Carrey) is an ambitious and vain B-grade screenwriter for a Hollywood studio in the 1950s.
Like most of the Hollywood establishment in this period he comes under scrutiny for his Communist loyalties.
A less likely Communist we would never meet. Rather than appear before the Un-American Activities Inquiry, Appleton flees LA, and on the way out of town has a car accident, suffers amnesia and is rescued from drowning by a kindly local who takes him home.
Appleton is recognised by the local townsfolk as Harry Trimble’s (Martin Landau) son who went missing in action during World War II. Harry owns the local movie palace, The Majestic, and is convinced that Luke has come back from the dead.
Director Frank Darabont has had great successes with The Shawshank Redemption and The Green Mile. He makes films with strong moral messages. The stories in these other films are more substantial than The Majestic, but this latest film asks some equally important questions in a very engaging way.
The Majestic is not, however, just a history lesson. It is in part celebration of the golden years of Hollywood, part commemoration of the loss of young men who never came back from the war and part commentary on how desperate people, in all walks of life, believe what they need to, so they can carry on.
The Majestic is cleverly constructed in B-grade film style except the acting is first rate, with Carrey and Landau giving performances of depth. The production values are top class and are ones on which we can all ponder. This is a good family film.