The Paperboy actually burns, suffocating you as it spirals into a story of violence, racism and dysfunctional, misplaced love.
Charlotte Bless (Nicole Kidman) gets her kicks writing to prisoners on death row. In too-short skirts, she’s pure sex, sliced through with sweetness, and her current beau, Hillary Van Wetter (a wheedling, rank and sweaty John Cusack), is facing the electric chair for a murder he may not have committed.
Jack Jansen (a bronze, muscled Zac Efron), got thrown off the swim team, sent home from college and is stuck missing his mom, idling until his older brother Ward (Matthew McConaughey) comes back from Miami. Scarred, and dragging his fractious writer, Yardley, along with him, Ward’s a reporter set on uncovering the twisted corruptions of Hillary’s tale. Jack drives while smoky-voiced Charlotte sits about fixing her hair, desperate to get her man out of his cell.
It’s dark, funny and disturbing with crocodile infested waters (literally) and saturated colours – it’s the summer 1969 after all, our narrator, the Jansen’s lovingly bossy house maid Anita (played by Macy Gray), tells us. Director Lee Daniels fuses every scene with a sort of sickness. You feel drugged at times, trying to find your way through the tangle of emotions that threatens to overwhelm the characters, and the violence, a lot of which is sexual, is undeniably brutal.
But there is brightness too. The practically unrecognisable Nicole Kidman is an absolute scene stealer, uncomfortably and hilariously so at times (there’s a rather spectacular encounter with a jellyfish), while McConaughey’s Ward, scrabbling for some kind of control, is achingly brilliant.
It’s definitely not for the squeamish, or those who can’t bear the crawling of their skin, but The Paperboy is sharp and lingers unforgettably in your mind like the tang of blood and the dank smell of swamp water.
First published by Who’s Jack magazine