Sam\u2019s rent is criminally overdue, and he\u2019s wondering what his neighbor\u2019s parrot is saying. \u201C\u2018Not a friend?\u2019\u201D guesses his unnamed casual sex partner, an actress (Riki Lindhome), who stopped by with lunch and the promise of a quick fuck on the way to an audition. \u201C\u2018Rotterdam?\u2019\u201D she tries a second time, but still no.
Again and again, Sam (Andrew Garfield)\u2014a messy-haired, disillusioned slacker who once had dreams of being someone who mattered\u2014returns to that bird and its garbled speech emanating from the apartment across from his. The space is occupied by a middle-aged bohemian woman with long grey hair that falls down her back like spider silk, who owns more than one avian pet and frequents her porch topless. Sometimes, her bird\u2014a Yellow-naped amazon\u2014will sound to be quite clearly saying the name \u201COliver,\u201D and sometimes it seems to be saying something else entirely; other times, it doesn\u2019t seem to be saying any real word at all.
In Sam\u2019s quest to uncover the endless questions posed by the codes and clues that proliferate his close-knit bubble in Silver Lake, Los Angeles, he\u2019s desperate to believe that this arbitrary creature holds some hidden nugget of truth. \u201COur world is filled with codes, pacts, user agreements, subliminal messages,\u201D explains the eccentric author (Patrick Fischler) behind the paranoid comic series Under the Silver Lake, who Sam reaches out to for help as he falls down a rabbit hole in his search for a missing woman. But perhaps, if he can just figure out what the bird is saying\u2014this bird\u2026 this ordinary, inconsequential animal\u2014everything will suddenly fall into place. If anything can be a clue, then everything is a clue. Coincidences are skeleton keys.
The vast conspiracy at the heart of David Robert Mitchell\u2019s Under the Silver Lake begins with a girl. Sarah (Riley Keough)\u2014Sam\u2019s manic pixie, golden-haired neighbor who gets high and pairs saltine crackers with orange juice\u2014disappears without a trace the day after the two young people finally meet and very nearly have sex. But when Sam returns the next day to consummate their relationship in response to Sarah\u2019s hasty invitation, her apartment is stunningly vacated\u2014save for one lonely box left in the closet, which carries Sarah\u2019s vibrator, three dolls fashioned into the likenesses of the three lead actresses from 1953\u2019s How to Marry a Millionaire, and a polaroid of Sarah.
Sam stashes the latter into his pocket as Sarah\u2019s friend (Zosia Mamet) stops by the abandoned room to pick up the box, this one lingering loose thread from Sarah\u2019s previous life. She closes the door on her way out to reveal a mysterious symbol: two giant diamonds plastered onto the wall and fashioned like an infinity sign. But what does it all mean? From here, Sam forgoes personal hygiene, his sanity, his rent, and any potential employment to keep him from going destitute over solving what happened to a beautiful woman he barely knows. But he soon realizes that she\u2019s embroiled in a wide-reaching cabal that simmers menacingly under the cool, rippling reservoir waters of Silver Lake\u2014uniting threads that one would never think to knot and sowing distrust and obsession in everything from the powers that be to a rising indie rock band.
After being thanklessly dumped on VOD in April 2019, following dual release date pushbacks and a polarizing critical response at Cannes in 2018, Under the Silver Lake found an ironically fitting home on Reddit. There, the same listless young people looking for meaning in a meaningless world\u2014embodied in the film\u2019s chain-smoking, chronically lustful paranoiac\u2014took to dissecting the very film that lampoons them. On r/underthesilverlake, the subreddit for \u201Call those who want to discover the secrets of the movie,\u201D Mitchell\u2019s third feature (succeeding 2010\u2019s The Myth of the American Sleepover and 2014\u2019s It Follows) found its fanbase and a burgeoning cult following.
Hundreds of threads and videos in the subreddit\u2014still going strong to this day\u2014are dedicated to breaking down the potential hidden meaning in the narrative: the character known as the Homeless King\u2019s cloak; the homicidal, humanoid cryptid dubbed the Owl\u2019s Kiss; Sarah\u2019s three Barbie dolls, and the songs by R.E.M. featured on the soundtrack. But Redditors do more than simply posit on the film\u2019s wealth of mysterious iconography and unanswered questions. Some propose that the film is actually a game\u2014that Sam is the Nintendo character Mario, who he does play as at one point in the film. Others connect Sam to Jesus Christ himself. One user shared a link to an article on the recent sexual misconduct allegations of an \u201CL.A. Goth nightclub known for rituals and secrecy.\u201D
Through its various homages and influences (Hitchcock, Lynch, Wilder, Pynchon), Easter eggs (including a scene where Garfield bats away an Amazing Spider-Man comic), and intentionally aimless subplots and puzzles, Under the Silver Lake invites the same feverishly gratuitous analyses that it satirizes\u2014those that were fostered in the pop culture landscape it chastises and, at the same time, wholeheartedly aesthetically embraces and pines for. Or, is this eagerness to search for answers less symptomatic of the film than of a culture at large trained like Pavlov\u2019s dog to hunt for clues in paint-by-numbers cinema? Or, perhaps, is it a bit of both? Thus, Under the Silver Lake can just as easily be associated with and examined through the lens of Reddit and QAnon as it can be the reference-indulgent state of current franchise films, which nurtures the production of airless entertainment under the guise of prestige art.
Among other contemptible things\u2014a direct pipeline to sell merchandise, a means to milk creatively finite narratives to a lucrative pulp, a path towards dominating entertainment until there\u2019s only one corporation controlling it\u2014modern blockbusters arguably function most efficiently as a way to curdle \u201Cart\u201D into unambiguous trivia games, engendering articles with headlines like \u201C20 Things You May Have Missed\u2026\u201D and YouTube videos that promise \u201CEndings Explained.\u201D Blockbuster films and pop culture spin-offs have become vessels to recognize past things and anticipate more of them; display cases of acquired IP. Our consumption of entertainment is littered with intentional hidden messages meant for both hungry audiences and the studio executives monitoring how voraciously we tear them apart.
Sam\u2019s sweet, soft features gifted to him by Andrew Garfield, penchant for flannels and cardigans, and mop of chestnut hair that begs to be tousled grant him an \u201Caw, shucks\u201D persona and believability as an empathetic and even desirable leading man, despite the fact that he\u2019s an odious louse. The women in the film are kept largely unnamed as Sam never bothers to ask who they are\u2014not even Sarah, whose name he only learns once she\u2019s beckoned by a roommate\u2014while his salacious appetites and desire to track Sarah down render women merely tools for lustful engagement, code-breaking, or both. Consequently, the often excessive male gaze of the camera is not emblematic of the filmmakers, but of the way our protagonist sees the world. He\u2019s prone to irrational aggression and sudden bursts of violence; he\u2019s voyeuristic, predatory, and cruel to those weaker or less fortunate than him.
Clues have led Reddit sleuths and film fans alike to suspect that he may be the serial dog killer who\u2019s been terrorizing dog owners and butchering innocent pets across Silver Lake. And yet, Sam sees himself as the oppressed hero of his story, trying to save a damsel in distress and take down a fearsome conspiracy. In this way, it\u2019s easy to link Sam to the brainwashed QAnon fanatics who believe that they, alongside former president Donald Trump, will save the world from pedophiles and child sex traffickers. But Sam also gleans roots from modern-day nerd culture, still tending to its persecution complex towards the mainstream media that once chastised it, even though these days the two are one and the same.
Sam is the very bully he seeks to destroy\u2014the same villain complicit in a toxic society that cultivated the existence of a (fictional) billionaire suicide cult that Sarah was lured into joining. Because of this, Sam navigates the path to her whereabouts with the ease of the handsome, kind-faced white man that he is; flitting effortlessly from exclusive rooftop party to underground club and one beautiful woman to the next because he looks like such a nice, innocuous guy.
But those who see through his disguise\u2014or do not go quite so willingly\u2014are manhandled and demeaned, Sam embodying not the standard vision of machismo, but the malicious, self-effacing \u201CNice Guy.\u201D A term defined by Urban Dictionary as someone (usually a man) who believes that \u201Cbecause he behaves in a certain way the world owes him for his actions,\u201D the Nice Guy typically sees basic kindness as currency for sex. Through his unreasonable acts of aggression, we understand that Sam feels he deserves the information he seeks. He not only is the hero, but should be\u2014lest we forget the root cause of his quest having been the missed opportunity to have sex with Sarah.
And, unlike in real life, the clues that Sam unearths bear steady fruit, no matter how unbelievable or contrived. Everyone Sam meets either knows each other, or knows Sarah, or both\u2014all of them inexplicably linked by an up-and-coming hipster rock band called Jesus and the Brides of Dracula. Upon being pushed further down the black hole of delusion by Fischler\u2019s comic author (an Easter egg itself linking the film to the similarly conspiratorial, Hollywood-set Mulholland Drive), Sam eventually decides to seek meaning in the band\u2019s hit single, \u201CTurning Teeth.\u201D Doing so unlocks a code that leads him to a chain of vacant, underground bunkers in Los Angeles, overseen by the aforementioned Homeless King. While exhibiting the kind of frenzied mania and paranoia that might nevertheless signify a mental illness lurking somewhere underneath, Sam is unfailingly correct in the connections and discoveries that ultimately lead him to an intricate scheme concocted by Hollywood\u2019s rich and famous\u2014one that QAnon devotees could only ever dream of bringing to light.
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