‘The Founder’ Is An Unsettlingly Neutral Portrait Of An Amoral Weasel

01.19.17 2 years ago 41 Comments

The Founder wants to be something perfectly reasonable: a neutral portrait of a singular businessman. Ray Kroc, played as an excitable, mildly unscrupulous weasel by Michael Keaton, was neither genius nor innovator. He didn’t invent the “Speedee Service System” that made McDonald’s a success, the golden arches that made it distinct, or the franchise model that made it ubiquitous. As The Founder tells it, Kroc succeeded mainly by being an incorrigible grasper and an unapologetic pest. He’s the unspoken parenthetical to Woody Allen’s “half of life is showing up” (even when everyone wishes you’d stop coming).

This is a challenge for the film, not because telling this story is an insane idea, but because it doesn’t fall into the many categories of biopic we’ve been conditioned to expect. Kroc is neither aspirational figure nor cautionary tale. There’s no teary moment where he makes good and no cathartic Rosebud moment where he realizes he’s wasted his life. The Founder isn’t preaching the gospel of innovation, the asshole-genius of the Steve Jobs/Thomas Edison mold, nor is Ray Kroc the underdog hero, the iconoclast challenging orthodoxy — although the film teases these interpretations at various times.

No, Keaton’s Kroc is more like Richard Nixon, an obsessively ambitious striver driven by envy for the Kennedies of the world, those carefree fools who lucked into wealth and effortless charm while the Nixons and Krocs sweat into cheap suits trying to sell enough elevator buttons to pay the rent. He’s an underdog you want to root for, until you realize his path to success is paved with ruthlessness, unapologetic backstabbing, and generally strangling any romantic notions you might have had about the world.

That’s the difficulty of The Founder. Should I be happy about this petty tyrant using his one last shot at redemption to screw over the principled, innovative, McDonald brothers (played charmingly by Nick Offerman and John Carroll Lynch)? Certainly, some people in the audience were, cheering when Kroc finally figured out how to cut the McDonalds out of their own company and take their name. And self-help types will almost certainly read Kroc’s ruthlessness (his mantra is that the world is full of idle geniuses and innovators but it’s persistence that wins the day) as a blueprint for their own success, no matter how inherently broken and ultimately unfulfilled he’s intended to be. But I can’t really hold that against the filmmakers here. There’s no wealth porn montage in The Founder, and very few scenes that a rational person would read as “this too can be yours for the small price of your soul!” If anything it stresses the emptiness of it even as Keaton remains oddly likable.

Ray Kroc loves his Canadian Club and eventually commits adultery, but he’s no Jordan Belfort. He doesn’t do much midget tossing, coke snorting, or Lamborghini crashing, which is the other tough thing about The Founder: It offers naked ambition, unadorned with debauchery. He’s not even particularly vindictive, the kind of guy who screws you over with a shrug. Nothing personal, old chap. Fortune favors the pitiless.

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