‘Joy’ Completes David O. Russell’s Dysfunctional-Nightmare-Family Trilogy

12.23.15 2 years ago
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It’s Joy Mangano’s wedding day, and she’s a vision in white. The indomitable inventor has just tied the knot to ruggedly sexy singer Tony and now sits at the head of a banquet table during the post-ceremony reception beside her newly betrothed and their families. That includes Rudy, Joy’s soulless bastard of a father, who takes the opportunity to make a toast hurling increasingly venomous insults at Joy’s mother until it culminates in a shrugging estimation that Joy and Tony stand about a 50/50 chance at staying together. As he continues to rail on, people start hollering, champagne spills, Joy screams with tears. Another pristine memory for the Mangano Family Photo Book.

What Joy (Jennifer Lawrence) can’t possibly realize is that her father (Robert De Niro) is not wrong, and his tirade of toxic invective will be good for her in the long run. She and Tony (Edgar Ramirez) work much more positively as close platonic companions than partners in marriage, and their eventual divorce puts them on better terms than they had ever enjoyed as husband and wife. The unending stream of casual emotional abuse Joy must tolerate from her father vulcanizes her, and in time, surviving it provides her with the strength she needs to survive in the cutthroat world of industry.

David O. Russell’s last three films all revolve around self-destructive, self-sustaining family units like this one. Silver Linings PlaybookAmerican Hustle, and Joy share more than onscreen appearances from Jennifer Lawrence, Bradley Cooper and Robert De Niro; they revolve around groups of people who more often than not hate one another, but are forcibly joined by a common objective and ultimately spur each other to success. In the films of David O. Russell, you can’t live with family, but you can’t live without ’em, either.

Though these films individually assume the guise of an offbeat rom-com, a Scorsesean caper, and a feel-good feminist biopic, they all essentially tell the same story. In each, an overarching goal — winning money by betting on a dance tournament, catching corrupt politicians accepting bribes, launching an independent company around an original idea — joins a collection of volatile personalities together and allows them to collide, threatening to break apart if it doesn’t power the larger enterprise to success. Even with the odds stacked against these various schemes, the greatest threat to their efficacy is tension from within.

Silver Linings Playbook and Joy tend to form a pair, with American Hustle as the odd bird. The prior two films feature literal families, while the latter assembles a figurative family of ethically murky law enforcers. De Niro portrays nearly identical characters in Playbook and Joy — cantankerous patriarchs unable to keep their most antagonistic inklings to themselves. As the degenerate gambler Pat Solitano and Joy’s irascible father Rudy Mangano, De Niro does intentionally and recreationally hurtful things. The catastrophic wedding toast is certainly the flashiest offense, but the most brutal moment of Joy comes when Jennifer Lawrence’s steely entrepreneur encounters a major setback and her pops claps her on the shoulder and tells her it was his fault for making her believe in herself in the first place. It is a profoundly damaging gesture, carefully designed to erode her self-esteem. Perversely enough, it’s Joy’s recognition of how dismal her situation with her family is — specifically her father — that compels her to scrape the tatters of her life together and make something of herself. Life with a ruthless family makes tough cookies of us all.

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