Now, at NYFF62, photographer and filmmaker Yashaddai Owens is making his feature debut with “Jimmy,” commemorating Baldwin’s 100th, arriving like a whisper to Peck’s wail, though it’s no less ambitious in an offbeat presentation of the artist finding his place in the world. As it turns out, this place is Paris, and Jimmy plans to stay a while.
Guided by Paco Andreo’s mood-setting score, Owens’ polished visual style (monochrome and grainy—it looks how vinyl sounds) adds its own language to a film which has very little dialogue, and largely avoids background detail or biographical fillers. The music provides the pulse, giving Jimmy (Benny O. Arthur) much to shuffle, smile, and dance to in his new Paris playground.
Baldwin was twenty-four when he went to Paris, and Arthur’s reserved yet puckish rendering of Jimmy evokes a contagious sense of wide-eyed optimism and curiosity. He glides around town on a bike, treats himself to a picnic, and Owens’ photography bona fides are on full display, allowing the city to linger in the background as eye candy.
A Visual Experience Atypical for Standard Biographical Films
While the film portrays Jimmy often writing in a notebook, only at the end does it look like he’s hard at work. Owens withholds quoting from Baldwin’s writing until that point, a cagey narrative choice which reveals his preoccupation, if it wasn’t evident already. This is less a cradle-to-grave biopic than a life story in miniature, telling us all we need to know about this mid-20s ex-pat, who could be anyone except for the fact it’s Baldwin.
But what we might know about him already—at present day—is secondary to what Owens wants to show us. And although it’s fiction, the film resembles more of a diary entry than a novel in its scale and sharp attention to detail.
“Jimmy” is a loose, generous tribute, whose moving images belong on the screen but could also fit right at home on a museum wall. Rearrange the frames here and it would all still cohere; even the enigmatic opening sequence in Turkey fits in the context of the film’s nonchalant attitude. A viewer could hop in at any point and catch up quickly, thanks to Arthur’s boyish grin, Andreo’s articulate and inviting score, Owens’ abundant care for his subject, and the city which welcomed him. Characters come and go, but most exchanges are wordless; Jimmy might narrate out loud, reading from his notebook, but the conversations with some new friends—including one who Jimmy kisses—are muted. Owens is telling us to either use our imagination, or to mind our own business, elevating the mystery of his intrepid protagonist.
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On Employing a Less-is-More Approach
The film runs a trim, but not thin, 67 minutes, with Owens’ photographic delicacy doing most of the explanatory heavy-lifting. And less truly is more, or at least enough. When Jimmy arrives in Paris, a cab driver asks where he’s from. “New York? I’ve always wanted to go there,” to which Jimmy says, “I’ve always wanted to leave.”
In certain scenes, Arthur bears an uncanny resemblance to Baldwin, in others, he sounds like Katharine Hepburn. Even so, that’s a minor cavil for a performance that’s so demanding; asking of him to reinterpret a historical figure, and to evoke specific emotions through action instead of the usual verbal aerobics for which the real James Baldwin was so famous.
In tackling a larger-than-life figure, Owens doesn’t so much as shy away from Baldwin’s public life as he does redirect the spotlight from what the world thinks it already knows. Besides, this isn’t Baldwin; it’s 24-year-old Jimmy—before the televised debates, before the FBI opened a file on him, and long before his voice, face, and sensibilities became recognizable worldwide.
Here, Jimmy can dance in his hotel naked in the morning, then ride his bike past the crowds, avoiding disturbances for the most part. He was an unknown quality, which isn’t to say invisible. Even the most sprawling biopics can’t capture the totality of any human being, and Owens’ quietly subversive and unapologetically spare film has no interest in that type of life summarizing anyway.
“Jimmy” screened at the New York Film Festival, which runs from September 27th – October 14th. Follow us for more coverage.
