Buried Treasures: The Ice Storm

Years before he hit big with “Brokeback Mountain,” Taiwanese-American director Ang Lee released what I consider to be an even better film, 1997’s “The Ice Storm.”

Kevin Kline and Joan Allen play Ben and Elena Hood, a seemingly happily-married suburban couple in 1973 Connecticut. Tobey Maguire and the still-teenage Christina Ricci play their children, Paul and Wendy. But alas, all is not as vanilla as it seems, for Ben is having an affair with a neighbor, Janey Carver, played by Sigourney Weaver, in her best (and most vulnerable) performance ever. Ironically, daughter Wendy is sexually experimenting with Janey’s son Sandy.

The Hoods and the Carvers both attend the same “key party,” a form of swinging in which the women draw the men’s car keys from a bowl, then sleep with the owner of the keys. Here, Janey’s husband, Jim (Jamey Sheridan) realizes his wife is having an affair with their neighbor. He and Elena spend the night together too, then return to find their teenage children in bed with one another.

Those of us too young to participate have a tendency to think of the sexual revolution as some kind of wild, ongoing swingers’ party, in which partners were traded and swapped like baseball cards, and those unfortunate enough to be married would certainly play along without feeling any repercussions to the traditional family structure. This is obviously an inaccurate description, and Lee brilliantly illuminates the anguish experienced by many families. I suppose the most distressful relationship of all is that of the sexually catechizing teenagers. Studies have shown children mimic their parents, and if their parents are sleeping together, well then …

The performances are all first-rate, especially Weaver, who was nominated for a Supporting Actress Golden Globe award. And it’s revealing to watch Ricci at 17 years old, in her first “adult” role. Her Wendy character carries herself with the poise of her mother, yet with the guilelessness of a child. James Schamus’ screenplay (a winner at the Cannes Film Festival that year) features some of the most candid and open dialogue I’ve ever witnessed. Lee smartly refrains from overdirecting — letting his star cast elucidate the material effectively. Kline and Weaver let us into the hearts and souls of their philandering characters, allowing us not so much to judge them, but to feel their pain, as it were. We not only bear witness to their struggles, but we develop a connection to their very souls.

Unfortunately, “The Ice Storm” was simply lost in the shuffle of all the great motion pictures of 1997 – the box office champ and critical success “Titanic,” Curtis Hanson’s “L.A. Confidential,” Paul Thomas Anderson’s first classic “Boogie Nights,” Matt Damon’s and Ben Affleck’s breakout film “Good Will Hunting,” and Dustin Hoffman in “Wag The Dog.” Plus Robert Duvall and Peter Fonda turned in the best performances of their long, successful careers with “The Apostle” and “Ulee’s Gold,” respectively. There simply wasn’t room for “The Ice Storm” in the conversation, although it certainly deserves its place on the mantle of the many virtuoso films of 1997. This was one of the finest films of one of the best years ever for motion pictures.