High Fidelity (2000)
IF YOU REALLY WANTED TO SCREW ME UP, YOU SHOULD’VE GOTTEN TO ME EARLIER.
by Erica Ulstrom
Rob Gordon is the reluctant owner of Championship Vinyl – a used and indie record shop – who lives with Laura, a willowy urbane lawyer who lends him money and whom we suppose from the start is too good for him. But Rob is smart and clever and the sort of fellow who arranges his industrial record collection chronologically, in order of the life events each one provided a soundtrack for, and so we nod and understand the attraction.
We blink into their narrow railroad apartment moments after the culmination of A Talk, one we sense did not end well for our protagonist. The movie opens with Rob listening to terrific, serious headphones and wondering too loudly which came first, “the music or the misery”: Did we listen to music because we were broken or did years of songs about “heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss” crush our collective hearts?
There is none of the trendy inadequacy of earbuds for Rob’s ilk, only the massive, ear-encompassing headphones you choose when you’re begging the music to invade and conquer you, to overwhelm and become you.
For the nights you need this song to drown out life entirely.
“You don’t have to leave this second,” Rob tells her Laura. “You can stay ‘til whenever.”
“No. We’ve done the hard part, now I might as well -“
“Just stay for tonight then.”
Just stay for the night. Haven’t we been there? Haven’t we? Even with your sights set on someone else, even when I think I don’t want you anymore, that doesn’t mean I want to sleep without you just yet.
High Fidelity is a movie about the fickleness and injuries of the human heart. Or maybe, High Fidelity is a movie about us not knowing what we want. Not knowing if we want too much or are fighting some noble battle against settling for too little.
For a long time, High Fidelity was an unshakable part of my relationship barometer. As Rob points out, maybe it’s not what you are like – maybe it’s what you like that matters. Though I didn’t need a man to just like this film or the book generically (though bonus points if you recognize Nick Hornby’s angsty genius) – I needed to know how he saw it. I needed you to be flawed and conflicted and hopeful enough to relate with a long sigh of recognition and maybe a little shame. Condemnation will get us nowhere; you have to get it even if you don’t admire it. Because if you can entirely dismiss Rob as a mopey, introspective, indulgent, immature, indecisive bastard, you’re going to be so disappointed to discover even the small swells and dips of my heart months down the road.
Lying alone in their street lamp lit flat after Laura has left him – for where, he forgets or is too self-pityingly preoccupied to ask – Rob beings one of his trademark monologues that run out through the grimier streets of Chicago and back into the coziness and snobbery of his record shop roundtable. The subject this round: Top Five Worst Break Ups of All Time.
Which eventually leads him to crawl out of his musical middle earth and track down four of the ex-girlfriends (the fifth, it turns out, was only a straw man meant to keep Laura from her rightful place on the list). Just to catch up, he assures us. Like a Springsteen song. But really, he admits, to discover why they left him.
One at a time, Rob takes us through the rubble and epiphanies of his romantic past and naturally drifts towards new distractions along the way. We begin to suspect that Laura left to avoid catching Rob’s chronic dissatisfaction with life. And we learn how he and Laura have failed each other as she confesses his sins to her best friend for the first time to justify her new affair with Ian from upstairs. Rob seduces a musician, Lisa Bonet in a dreamy caricature, and dreams of their private jokes she’ll include in her liner notes even as he admits that life with Laura was actually mostly good. Really good. There are all the conflicted late night phone calls of a breakup and the hours of imagining the epic sex your ex is having with some new nymph or Adonis. And as restless and dissatisfied as they were, in the bomb shelters of midnights and Sunday afternoons, they still think mostly of each other.
And it all nods to the universal truth that, in most relationships, no one is a martyr and no one is the devil. It’s all a matter of whether you’ll highlight the solidness and camaraderie, or the little betrayals and disappointments. It’s all a matter of what you decide is a deal breaker.
There’s room for a cubic ton of psychoanalysis in this movie. Are we afraid of getting left or are we afraid of getting stuck? Do we fuck things up because we’re terrified of staying and trusting? Or are we greedy philistines who will never be satiated with a good woman or a good man?
There’s this scene where Rob’s mother calls and begins the light-hearted banter about his good fortune in having Laura around to keep his head on straight. He breaks it to her that Laura is Gone – to the quick echo of his mother’s sobs of disappointment in him. Not for him. And really, isn’t this our worst fear materializing?
There are two camps you encounter after each next failed relationship: those who will celebrate your emergent freedom and those who will compile this as growing evidence that you are incapable of coupling well. And it seems each time we leave or are left, the camps grow closer together until you begin to suspect the doubters are recruiting the celebrators and they’re all starting to wonder if you are unable to accomplish the basest human duty. And even as Rob knows he could have kept Laura if he’d known for sure he wanted to – if he’d been willing to exert a modicum more of effort – doesn’t the paired world at some point begin to give up hope on us and our caveats anyway?
Rob is a man afraid of loss. But he’s also a man afraid of the loss of opportunity. And he embodies that terrible, liberating, weak moment in a relationship where you get just comfortable enough to stop clutching at it, to stop worrying all the time that it might dissipate overnight…and then if you’re a certain kind of person, that maybe we have each been at a point, you begin to scan the crowd for who you might become afraid to lose next.
Laura is both the quintessential Modern Female and the Saddest Product of American Dating. Another hopeful in love with a man’s potential. Another woman just the same as her man: eyeing the horizon and trying to figure out if she’s supposed to, allowed to, want more. If she’s a fool to love a man who disappoints her. Trying to figure out how long you heed the cosmopolitan lecture: Don’t settle, keep looking, hold out for better. Because no one told our generation when to stop.
And we’re all exhausted of looking over each other’s shoulders to see if a better version might be approaching. Aren’t we?
High Fidelity is our love letter to music as much as it is to the imperfection of love itself, to the songs and albums that carried us through the wilds of heartache and the ones that crested us back up and into the next season of infatuation and possibility. To the songs that gave us the mettle to stay or the guts to leave.
High Fidelity is the best of the human heart and the worst. It is faith and patience and endurance. It is dissatisfaction and ingratitude and greediness. It is fear and brokenness and love in your 30’s. It is cynical and it is hopeful – it is the revelation that we’ve so much to be grateful for…if we could ever just figure out how to know when we’ve found a place to anchor, when it’s the right time to turn the boat back from the sea.
It is us. And we understand. At the first viewing and the fiftieth, we understand. The complexities of the decisions and indecisions are what fascinate and comfort here, even as they taunt us in the real world.
Erica Ulstrom writes, works in non-profit development and plans travels from Minneapolis. She tumbls here.
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Purchased a Royal Portable Quiet Deluxe. The same typewriter used by Hemingway and I am pretty sure Steinbeck. I can not wait for it to be delivered. I need to buy a dictionary, some cleaning supplies, a metric shit-ton of coffee, a “Moveable Feast”, a Miles Davis record and some nice bourbon. Then I’ll be all set for the rest of the week.
Anyone have any knowledge of cleaning typewriters? I know there is a good chance of mold on this bad boy, and I feel like that is something I do not want. Any help?
zoee:
Begin with Infinite Jest…it will take a while to get into and looks quite daunting but when you are finished you’ll be glad.Today’s purchases. Not sure where to begin
So me and my roommates have accumulated a fair amount of wine bottles. We are looking for some ideas for art projects to do with the bottles (probably around 20 or so). Any suggestions?
if you can't sleep/work either, these are entire movies you could be watching right now (for free):
Okay, I’m adding to my previous list, because I’m bored, and I still can’t really believe how awesome this is.
via YouTube:
Breathless (A Bout de Souffle)
Band of Outsiders (Bande a part)
via YouTube:
Manhattan (Woody Allen, 1979)
Hannah and Her Sisters (Woody Allen, 1986)
Lars and the Real Girl (Ryan Gosling, Patricia Clarkson, 2007)
Vertigo (Hitchcock, 1959)
Spellbound (Hitchcock, 1945)
The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (James Stewart, John Wayne)
The Awful Truth (Cary Grant, Irene Dunne, 1937)
The Apartment (Billy Wilder, 1960)
His Girl Friday (Cary Grant, Rosalind Russell, 1940)
Double Indemnity (Billy Wilder, 1944)
Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure
I mean, seriously, how great is it to be alive in 2009 sometimes?!
Cup of coffee, two pieces of toast con nutella and Bob Dylan on the headphones.
If it wasn’t for this paper, I would have a great evening in front of me.
We The Living - Re: Stacks (Bon Iver cover)
I was a little skeptical going into it, but this is such a good cover… it will start to grow on you, and then before you know it, your heart will start to swell just like it did the first time you heard the original…. pleasssse listen to it in its entirety. I also figured it was about time I posted one of their songs since I’ve only been talking about them for over a week now.
also, if you like it, go to their website and sign up for their mailing list… you’ll get a free digital copy of the EP with this song on it….. and maaaaybe reblog this and pass on the word… they deserve the attention :D
ready? go.
I FINISHED Infinite Jest
It took a long time. But finally, I am done with this novel. And already I want to re-read it. I need to understand it better, and the only way is through rereading. But alas, I have more to read and can’t devote three more months of my life to rereading this work.
Amazing book, for anyone who is thinking of reading it or giving up on it. Stick with it, because in the end you will not be disappointed.
