Smoke Signals

As babies, Victor and Thomas survive a housefire that kill many others; their bond appears to be born of fire but years later they have drifted apart. They both still live on the reservation but Victor has become more of a jock and Thomas is the bespectacled geek that he has been since childhood. When Victor's absentee father dies, he plays to travel to the funeral but has not the resources to do so. Thomas offers to help pay for the trip on the proviso that he is allowed to come along with his friend. Victor accepts but prepares himself to be annoyed for the whole journey. However for every moment where their nonexistent friendship is stretched, they grow closer.

Although it is an independent film and produced entirely by an ethnic minority, the plot for this film is fairly straightforward and not anything that is worth hunting out just for that. However it is the delivery, writing and charm of the film that makes it worth seeing and makes it as enjoyable and engaging as it is. Never taking itself too seriously and even poking fun at the ethnic stereotypes we would expect to have found the film's charm relies heavily on its characters to bring it off. The natural writing helps and produces dialogue that flows convincingly even when the story isn't all you could have hoped for. The direction is equally as assured and aids the film by giving the whole thing an accessible and down to earth story.

The cast are a strange mix of people I've never seen and Indian actors who are in everything. Beach is impressive and natural and he makes his character more than just a jock sort of role. Likewise Adams is enjoyable even if he is a little annoying and he is more than just a geek. Bedard is as charming as the film itself and is gorgeous with it – she carries a lot of the emotional weight of the film and she does it well. Farmer is a presence as usual and does well in flashback while support from people like Skerritt adds something if not a lot.

Overall this is not a flawless film but it covers any problems by being charming and enjoyable. The cast take to the writing and deliver natural and likable characters who become the focal point of the film and carry the audience along. Sure it pushes all the "quirky independent film" buttons but it is no less enjoyable for it.

Despite Leonard Maltin's comment that Smoke Signals is "basically unexciting film-making," I found this movie deeply spiritual without being heavy-handed. The aspect of the film that captured my interest and has stayed with me is the story-telling of Thomas. The stories mingle simple, real-life recollections with fantasy, and the voice of Thomas subtly gives the movie a transcendent quality. Thomas is a modern-day medicine man, grounded in reality yet open to possibilities. He marvels at the beauty of the creation that surrounds him and dreams of what new wonders the future might bring. He is hope.

I intend to view this film many more times. It deals with tragedy without being tragic. It recognizes the sometimes brutal facts of reality without allowing brutality to define. It reveals sadness but not as an end in and of itself. It asks questions but leaves the answers to the viewer. And it affirms that there are answers and hope.

"Smoke Signals" was touted at Sundance as the first completely Native American written, produced, directed etc. film or some such.

I thought it was going to be a plot less road movie, but it turned out instead to be about family and had a very specific story and plot line that avoided clichés. In that way it reminded me of the New Zealand "Once Were Warriors" - with about 1% of that violence about aborigine families struggling to have dignity within the confines of a white-restricted world. Like that movie you virtually don't see whites at all.

I very much liked how the flash backs were handled (in the context of "the past is never dead, it's never even past" type evocation). The title is used for several layers of meanings about smoke and fire.

Dar Williams's road song was used in an ironic road way, but I think it was added on afterwards. The passenger is bopping along to the song on the radio saying over and over that it's her favorite song, which would be odd for an obscure song. But the joke is also that the car can only go in reverse.

John Trudell (he's the DJ at KREZ) and Elaine Miles ("Marilyn" from "Northern Exposure") have teeny parts. The music is appealing --though none by Trudell and very little traditional. The closing credits have a Walala (the trio with Rita Coolidge and sister) tune that I thought it would be cool if it got nominated for an Oscar, if it's not previously recorded, as I thought it would be something different at the Academy Awards. The other music mostly also comes ostensibly from KREZ and is by Native Americans but in the singer-songwriter mode (no Bill Miller used). Other than Ulali (I thought was Walela, but I was corrected) and Dar when I tried to read the credits as they quickly went by I didn't recognize any of the names.

I almost immediately caught "Powwow Highway" on cable and was surprised to see how much it must have influenced "Smoke Signals" as a Native American road movie.

(originally written 7/2/1998)

"Smoke Signals" is one of the most unique movies I have ever seen. From the combinations of stories, characters, and filmmaking. The acting in this movie was witty, funny, serious and heartbreaking all at the same time. Even though this is a movie about Native American culture, it is a movie that talks to everyone no matter what there ethnic background may be. I am of Italian heritage but this movie still got to me. It tackles issues of family, culture, and tradition as well as friendship. The acting is this movie is superb and the filmmaker's shots and different ways of filming scenes and how each one flowed into another was amazing. In school we had to read some stories by Sherman Alexie and then we watched the movie. If it weren't for my English teacher I may have missed watching one of the most brilliant independent films ever made.

I flew up to Seattle on the '98 July 4th weekend to see the matinee premier on the Friday. Sherman Alexie is a, of course, a well known poetry and prose writer in the Northwest, but this was his first step into cinema with a screenplay based on his short story, 'The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fist Fight in Heaven.'

The premiere was at an old, Egyptian-themed cinema in Seattle and the house was half full for the 4:30 matinee. The audience was predominately Native American.

On exit, Sherman stood on the sidewalk in the late afternoon Seattle light and waited nervously like a child, to see the reaction to the film (which had ended with unanimous applauds from the half house audience). A film crew was there for exit polling.

A diminutive Native American female elder slowly approached Sherman. She moved forward and extended her arms around him into a hug and spoke softly, "Thank you."

Sherman was mush.

Don't miss this film. He's not 'the Spike Lee of Native American film making' as the Time Magazine of that week put it. He's an independent, regional film maker, whose background is the 'Rez.'