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Kill Your Darlings Has Enthralling Moments but Ultimately Fails

 garysolo“Rupture the pattern” and “break the law” are ideologies that animate the neophyte Beats — Lucien Carr (Dane DeHaan), Allen Ginsberg (Daniel Radcliffe), William S. Burroughs (Ben Foster), and Jack Kerouac (Jack Huston) — in the ambitious period drama Kill Your Darlings.

Director and co-writer John Krokidas certainly ruptures some patterns and breaks some rules telling this beguiling story set in the mid 1940s. Recounting the murder of David Kammerer (Michael C. Hall), the filmmaker uses contemporary music and film snippets played back in reverse. Apparently, Krokidas is more interested in creating mood than verisimilitude, even if Kill Your Darlings is based on a true story.

Audiences may be impressed by some of the film’s style and fanciful “dream” sequences, such as when Carr and Ginsberg visit a club and the action freezes temporarily, but this film, often trying too hard, has more wrong with it than it gets right. It’s amusing to see David Cross, who played Allen Ginsberg in I’m Not There, play Louis Ginsberg, Allen’s father, here, but Radcliffe seems miscast in the central role. The young actor is too slight and scared as the young poet, hiding behind his glasses, rather than looking through them at the big new world, drinking it in, and forming real thoughts about it like Ginsberg probably did. His Ginsberg transforms himself from meek to empowered over the course of the film, but Radcliffe’s performance never quite convinces.

Likewise, the character of Lucien Carr, who makes a naughty entrance at the Columbia University Library reciting aloud a Henry Miller line about a cock, is not a particularly seductive coconspirator. As DeHaan plays Carr, he comes across as less “outrageous” than bipolar.

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Daniel Radcliffe (right) as Allen Ginsberg and Dane DeHaan as Lucien Carr

Still, Ginsberg falls under Carr’s spell and follows his new friend down to “the land of the fairies” — as Greenwich Village is referred to by Ginsberg’s roommate — to break free of tradition and conformity. At a party hosted by Kammerer, Carr’s lover and college paper ghostwriter, Ginsberg meets William S. Burroughs, who is lying in a bathtub inhaling nitrous oxide. (Ben Foster gives an irresistibly droll performance as Burroughs.) The new friends soon make plans to kill off the old guard and create anew. This means staging a mock suicide and fueling their dreams with Benzedrine.

Kill Your Darlings gets the seed of the Beat movement right — the railing against convention — and there is a bit of life in the film when the characters must define themselves against prevailing expectations. When Ginsberg questions rhyme and meter, form and tradition in his Columbia poetry class, or reads a poem he wrote to Carr and Kerouac while sitting in a boat, the film does enthrall.

But then there is a leaden sequence of Ginsberg distracting a comely female librarian with the promise of sex so Carr and Burroughs can steal her keys in order to pull off a prank displaying censored material throughout the library. The scene’s narrative importance, that this is the characters’ rebellion against authority, is not lost, but the break-in doesn’t amount to much fun.

Nor is the romantic tension between Carr and Ginsberg especially sexy. A scene in which Ginsberg imagines Carr sucking on his finger is far more compelling than a kiss the two men share later in the film. When Ginsberg stares longingly at Carr as the librarian goes down on the future poet, there should be sparks between the two men. Instead it just looks
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Carr’s appeal is best expressed in his ability to motivate Ginsberg to develop a sense of his own self-worth and to challenge convention. But Krokidas too frequently insists on using a cudgel to make the point. Such unsubtle storytelling is most egregious in a montage that crosscuts among three forms of penetration: Kammerer being knifed by Carr, Burroughs injecting drugs, and Ginsberg having anal sex.

The murder of Kammerer could profitably have been given greater emphasis in the film. While his stalking behavior comes across as a nuisance to Carr — and by extension, Ginsberg — and the depth of Carr’s affection for him is very much in doubt, the suggestion that they do him in seems extreme. After Carr does kill Kammerer, the film wrestles briefly with Ginsberg’s quandary over whether to help him mount his “honor slaying” defense, where the sexual orientation of the victim and attacker are critical to the verdict, but the issue turns melodramatic when he takes up his qualms with his mother (Jennifer Jason Leigh), who is institutionalized.

All of which diminishes the climax of a film intended to help us understand young men eager to make their mark. In the end, the impression they leave is unsatisfying.

© 2013 Gary M. Kramer

Gary M. Kramer is the author of “Independent Queer Cinema: Reviews and Interviews,” and the co-editor of “Directory of World Cinema: Argentina.” You can follow him on Twitter @garymkramer.