Juliette & the Licks w/the HollowPoints, River City Rebels
Sun May 22, El CorazĂłn,
8 pm, $10/$12, all ages.
If itâs any consolation, Juliette Lewis must understand how ridiculous this all seems. An accomplished film actress hitting the road with her new band, sheâs aware of the precedents. She knows the Brunos and Dogstars and however many Odd Foot of Grunts who prove conclusively that movie stars are more likely to become presidentâor at least governor of Californiaâthan credible rock stars.
The reason is simple: In rock, authenticity (or at least the appearance of it) is the holy grail, and no class of would-be rockers draws more suspicion than actors. Rewarded for their ability to manufacture earnestness on demand, actors raise nothing but red flags in the rock world, where their celebrated skills serve only to threaten their cred. This is especially true in our post-Madonna era, where posing is an art unto itself, and what separates poseurs from artists is keeping it realâan elusive quality in a time when artful reconfiguration of past innovation is rockâs stock in trade. Recharging old sounds with fresh life is the name of the game, and among those whoâve managed the trickâPJ Harvey and the Libertines for me, whoever for youâthe common trait is commitment, some unique spirit able to reanimate the most familiar forms.
All of which puts Juliette Lewis in a less-than-felicitous position for embarking on the road to rock. Even for rockers without acting resumes, a facility for shape-shifting can be suspectâsee Ryan Adams, whose ability to seemingly do everything makes one question his ability to accomplish anything. But to dismiss Lewis as merely assuming the role of Rock Singer is a mistake. If sheâs doing any acting, itâs Method to the max: After getting her band up and running on the adamantly non-glamorous Vans Warped Tourâwhere a surname-free Juliette & the Licks paid dues, scored fans, and scorched doubters on the second stageâthe band hit the studio, wrangling their on-the-road camaraderie into Youâre Speaking My Language, the debut record starring a dozen chunks of raw Stoogey rock laced with the occasional alternaâ power ballad. To quote the folks at Spin, It Does Not Suckâa fact Juliette & the Licks are ready to cram down the worldâs throat on their nationwide club tour, which lands in Seattle this Sunday.
From the start, Lewisâ onstage theatrics have inspired fascinating buzz and alarming photographs, positing her onstage persona as an amalgamation of rockâs cockiest showfolkâIggy meets Patti meets Axl meets Hedwig meets electroshock therapy. Reports from the road confirm one fact: As a performer, Juliette Lewis âgoes thereââthis isnât another Darkness, rock-posturing with a wink. But does Juliette Lewis have what it takes to do the impossible, or at least unprecedented, and forge a viable post-Hollywood rock career? For clues, I turn to the evidence provided by Lewisâ key film roles.
Cape Fear (1991),
Husbands and Wives (1992)
In Martin Scorseseâs Cape Fear, Lewis plays a blooming adolescent who sucks Robert DeNiroâs thumb and gets an Oscar nomination. In Woody Allenâs Husbands & Wives, Lewis plays a sexually progressive literary prodigy who entrances Woody Allen and deserved an Oscar nomination but didnât get one. Both roles showcase the idiosyncratic sensuality that would serve as young Julietteâs calling card, as well as her inherent bad-assery, displayed through an uncanny ease at holding her own with cinematic giants. (That Lewis did her time with DeNiro and Allen right before each descended into complete ridiculousnessâmeeting the parents, marrying the daughtersâonly speaks to her good luck.) As for how these performances portend rock stardom, both are promising. Watching Cape Fear, where Lewis seemingly wanders out of nowhere to give a shockingly rich and unnerving performance, I was reminded of Elia Kazanâs East of Eden, where James Dean first worked his mythic-loner mystiqueâspinning something new and scary out of something ancient, and creating the template for the actor-so-awesome-heâs-treated-like-a-rock-star.
Natural Born Killers (1994),
Strange Days (1995)
In the opening scene of Oliver Stoneâs Natural Born Killers, Juliette immediately establishes herself as a heaven-sent wet dream of the killer rocker girlfriend, moving fluidly from a spooky jukebox shuffle to kicking the ass of an entire truck stop over a soundtrack of L7âs âShitlist.â Kathryn Bigelowâs futuristic thriller Strange Days makes the rock-chick connection even more explicit, as Juliette, cast as an edge-of-the-apocalypse nightclub singer, hits the stage with PJ Harveyâs âHardly Waitâ and âRid Of Me.â As usual, Lewis exceeds expectations, tastefully underplaying Pollyâs own vocal theatrics while offering hints of the Iggy-as-a-girl creation now leading the Licks.
Had Juliette Lewis carried on as simply an actress, she could naturally have joined the likes of Patricia Arquette and Jennifer Jason Leighâactresses whose talents for grittier-than-thou roles have ghettoized each as a sort of dramatic masochist. Instead, Lewis shifted her hunger for raw experience in another direction, starting to work shit out with a scrappy bandâbut not before taking a film role that, in a way, portends most promisingly her burgeoning rock career.
The Other Sister (1999)
Two decades after Rain Man, playing retarded has established itself as an actorâs rite of passage. Unfortunately, itâs a foolâs errand, with the once-shocking character workâpigeon toes, googly eyes, clappy handsânow so familiar that even the greatest retarded performances canât help smelling of shtick. Nevertheless, Juliette Lewis more than holds her own as The Other Sisterâs Carla, a developmentally disabled young woman who finds love with an also-retarded Giovanni Ribisi. More than any other of her films, The Other Sister suggests that Lewis is ready to make good on her rock ambitions. Like fronting a rock band, playing retarded is something that, even if itâs done brilliantly, could still end up making you look like an idiot. Then as now, Juliette Lewis doesnât give a shit, throwing herself wholeheartedly into the experience and dragging us along with her.