September 916, 1999
movie shorts
Stir of Echoes
by Cindy Fuchs
“Youre not supposed to mesmerize someone whos been drinking.” So warns Lisa (Illeana Douglas), when her brother-in-law Tom Witzky (Kevin Bacon) asks her to hypnotize him. Being hardheaded, a little bored with his working-class life, and full of beer at a neighborhood party, he doesnt heed the warning. This means that the film, written and directed by David Koepp and based on Richard Mathesons 1958 novel, can proceed.
Initially intriguing, this proceeding turns increasingly erratic and trite. A regular Joe with a supportive wife named Maggie (Kathryn Erbe, the terrifically manipulative death row inmate on Oz) and a bright kid named Jake (Zachary David Cope), Tom is feeling restless even before his hypnosis. While he assures Maggie that hes a “happy guy,” hes also not thrilled with being a lineman. “I never wanted to be famous,” he sighs. “I just didnt expect to be so ordinary.” Foreboding, dont you think?
Following his hypnosis, Tom begins to suffer all sorts of traumas, including incapacitating headaches and violently creepy visions. He sees his friend and neighbor (Kevin Dunn) looking guilty. He sees dead people or at least one of them, a young girl who disappeared without a trace several months ago.
This early part of the film is effectively taut and sketchy: The visions are hard to read, the soundtrack is evocative and Toms confusion seems reasonable. The film even calls up previous cinematic images of alienation and mayhem The Incredible Shrinking Man and Night of the Living Dead so as to underline its cleverness. Koepp doesnt give you much room between what Tom sees and what may or may not actually be there, suggesting that he might be going insane.
But of course, you know hes not. Now that his mind is “open,” he finds himself weighted with a keen sense of moral outrage and an awareness of masculine insensitivity (embodied by football players and malevolent watchers here). But as interesting as this male melodrama might have been, it soon grows tiresome. The ugly past haunting Toms neighborhood isnt so spectacularly nefarious as the one that screwed up Elm Street so many years ago, but Tom is plagued by the notion that its up to him to make things right. At first, this reluctant hero tries to escape the responsibility, storming back to Lisas apartment and demanding that she “unfuck” his mind. When that fails, he takes up his apparent mission with a vengeance.
Toms obsession with ghosts starts to wear on his already-precarious domestic harmony. Maggie doesnt know quite what to do about his stubborn refusal to leave the living room sofa, the spot where he first espies a ghost; determined to connect with his undead friend, Tom stops shaving, bathing and going to work. He starts gulping orange juice and fish-head blender shakes, and whispering late into the night with Jake, who, it turns out, also has been having undead sightings of late.
Uneasy with this intensely weird father-son bonding, Maggie determines to reclaim and protect her family. Or at least her son, as Tom is looking more and more raggedy, far removed from salvation (and the kid is awfully cute, not so scary as the boy in The Sixth Sense). At first she asks Tom whom hes seeing on the sofa, and he comes back at her, “Youre jealous of a ghost?!” Tom thinks shes not getting it, but really, this is the crux of Maggies dilemma: The ghost is sucking the air out of her relationships, her husband and her kid. So, she starts investigating on her own. One night she tracks down what looks like a self-help gathering of similarly afflicted people (they call themselves “receivers,” a term uttered only with spooky inflection). This conveniently timed adventure makes Maggie a believer in the ghosts and Tom and Jakes special powers. Shes left frustrated, without a practical solution (though, to be fair, shes not left screaming and stuck in some closet with a wire hanger as her only defense).
On one level, the gendered tension in the Witzky household makes predictable metaphorical sense: Tom is the films ostensible focus, but as he becomes more lunatic in behavior and appearance, the burden of maintaining audience sympathy shifts to Maggie. Maggies a traditional but also relatively cool mom and wife. She keeps one of those walkie-talkie sound monitors with her when she leaves young Jake asleep in his room; she wears tight jeans and a nifty black leather jacket when she goes out. In other words, shes both sensible and sexy, responsible and fun. But heres a predicament that exceeds her working-wife-and-mother capacities, and Stir of Echoes keeps her on the outside of the ghost-action, putting her in an awkward position, both understandable to and less informed than the viewers.
But this gendering is also annoyingly retro; while the menfolk go zooey, Maggies supposed to hold things together. The disruption of the household becomes literal when Tom starts digging up their basement floor with pick-axes and one of those big teeth-knocking pavement drills, in search of a murder victims body. Meanwhile, Maggie has to deal with her own dead people, when shes suddenly called to attend her grandmothers funeral. This specific plot development Tom and Maggies physical estrangement brings their paranormal crisis to its expected climax, but the movie never figures out how to negotiate or even contextualize their separate emotional situations.
For all Maggies seeming strength and charisma, the central plight and evolution are Toms. The point would seem to be his transformation from depressed to enlightened, from passive to self-assertive. In the films unimaginative terms, this change entails becoming a man. He does this, disturbingly, over a womans corpse. This makes it more than a little ironic that the female characters with more than two lines to speak Maggie and Lisa seem more compelling than he does (and thats not for lack of effort on Bacons part: Hes convincing enough as a guy unraveling). Self-doubting and self-critical, as many women are still trained to be, they dont know they have the power to fix things. Its only when the men fall apart entirely that they come to their senses, sixth and beyond.