This week’s Film
Forum screening, Roman Polanski’s dark comedy Carnage, features a screenplay adapted from French
playwright Yasmina Reza’s Le Dieu du Carnage, or The
God of Carnage. Its
English-language adaptation, translated by Christopher Hampton, whom you may
recall as the screenwriter for A Dangerous Method, was originally Lay Waste to England for
Me. Or, in other words, “carnage.”
Interestingly, the setting for the film adaptation was moved to Brooklyn, but
was actually shot in Paris because of Polanski’s fugitive status. The
God of Carnage won a 2009 Olivier Award for
Best New Play, and three 2009 Tonys (Best Play, Best Leading Actress, and Best
Direction). It had also been nominated for a slew of other Tonys.
Theatergoers in the 1990s may recall Reza’s previous
theatrical triumph, the 1994 play Art. (Art
had also been translated into English by Christopher Hampton.) Art played on Broadway from February 12, 1998, until
August 8, 1999, and won the Tony for Best Play. It would run for more than 600
performances.
Art has many things
in common with Carnage, most
notably the veneer of civility being quickly eroded and characters’ flaws
making themselves manifest through cutting barbs. In Art, it’s slightly more absurd and almost Seinfeld-esque; Serge (played in the original cast by Victor
Garber) buys a phenomenally expensive, completely white painting, perhaps the
most emblematic example of “modern art.” His friend of 15 years Marc
(originally played by Alan Alda) is aghast, and their friendship fractures
because Marc can’t believe what his friend considers “art.” A third friend,
Yvan (Alfred Molina), is stuck in the middle and doesn’t really want to take sides. But soon, the three of them are
engaged in a bitter war of words that, when you get right down to it, is not
really about the painting or art. Just like the escalating battle in Carnage is not really about two kids fighting in a park.
The juxtaposition of the kids at the beginning of Carnage with the subsequent behavior of their parents
suggests that we never really grow up as much as we think we do, and that the
playground is just a rehearsal for the so-called “real world.” And the twist
ending of Carnage suggests,
perhaps, that children are far wiser than their elders.