Cary Grant’s inner life, including his experiments with LSD, is a ripe topic for a documentary, but this one trips along the surface.
Owen Gleiberman writes: “Becoming Cary Grant” is a catchy title for an inside Hollywood documentary. It suggests that the person who ultimately evolved into Cary Grant — he was born in 1904 and started off as Archie Leach, a dirt-poor kid from Bristol in the south of England — really did need to become him, for the same reason that anyone else would: namely, that Cary Grant wasn’t quite of this earth. David Thomson, the venerable film critic who speaks throughout the movie as an authority on Grant, suggests that the actor was neither British nor American, but a one-of-a-kind hybrid. Even his accent, so utterly distinctive, was unplaceable. On the surface, it had the clipped cadences of British cultivated elegance, but the music it carried had a harder America edge. The movie quotes Grant as saying, “Everybody wants to be Cary Grant. Even I want to be Cary Grant.” That tells you what a spectacular formulation “Cary Grant” really was. It’s also a nearly perfect evocation of the authentic yet stylized mystery of classical big-screen stardom.
Yet even with a subject as great as Cary Grant, and a take on him that appears to have all its metaphysical Old Hollywood signifiers in place, “Becoming Cary Grant” is a murky and rather disappointing biographical portrait. The director, Mark Kidel, sketches in a fair amount about Grant’s personal life that makes him seem melancholy and vulnerable and a bit lost. Back when he was still Archie Leach, he became an actor in British vaudeville, but his mother, Elsie, a seamstress who suffered from depression, was thrown (by his father) into a mental institution when he was 11, and he grew up never seeing her, assuming that she had passed on. It was only after Grant became a movie star that he learned his mother was still alive. He made a point of getting her out of the institution and going to visit her as often as possible, trying to plug the hole in his heart that she had left. It’s telling, however, that he still didn’t want her around cramping his Hollywood style.
The movie, drawing on an unpublished memoir by Grant, also dwells on his experiments with LSD in the 1950s. When you first hear that Cary Grant dropped acid, the fact stands in such dramatic contrast to his impeccable, posh, not-a-hair-on-his-inky-coif-out-of-place image that it suggests he had a wild side, or a secret side, that the debonair screen persona was merely a cover for. But Grant’s LSD experiences were part of a rigorously supervised experiment in cutting-edge Southern California psychotherapy. He would take a tab, once a week, in his therapist’s office, lie down on the couch with a cover over him, and hallucinate his way back into his subconscious self. He found the experience to be frightening, liberating, and healing. But this wasn’t about Grant tripping out by seeing Lucy in the sky with diamonds — it was more like psychoanalysis on earnest overdrive.
All of this is colors in — a bit — the person Cary Grant really was. Yet for a documentary that dares to plumb the inner life of a movie star whose peculiar magic is that he seemed to be the sum of his outward gestures — diction, manners, that habitually perturbed cocked-eyebrow reticence — “Becoming Cary Grant” leaves too many questions unanswered … (read more)