"Todd Solondz's film Happiness is disgusting, vile, grotesque. Horribly like life, in fact. The bastions of moral probity at the Daily Mail will revile it when it opens here next month, just as it has been attacked in the US, but it is a bleak, quirky, excruciatingly embarrassing movie that deserves to be seen"
All the characters in Happiness are screwed up: all searching for love, sex, workable relationships, comfort, psychological stability, happiness. You will probably recognize yourself somewhere in the picture. All are doomed not to find it; instead they learn to make do. There is a lot of masturbation, but not much sex; the prototypical gleaming American housewife claims to have it all but actually has nothing. Her perfect husband, Bill, who in this dysfunctional world is of course a shrink, lusts after their son Billy's 11-year-old playmates. Bill wants to play too, and does, drugging and sodomising one of them, and making an unspecified assault on another.
"Happiness" is a film that perplexes its viewers, even those who admire it, because it challenges the ways we attempt to respond to it. Is it a portrait of desperate human sadness? Then why are we laughing? Is it an ironic comedy? Then why its tenderness with these lonely people? Is it about depravity? Yes, but why does it make us suspect, uneasily, that the depraved are only seeking what we all seek, but with a lack of ordinary moral vision? In a film that looks into the abyss of human despair, there is the horrifying suggestion that these characters may not be grotesque exceptions, but may in fact be part of the mainstream of humanity.
It is not a film for most people. It is certainly for adults only.
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The Humanization of the Monstrous
The film’s most controversial element is its refusal to depict its "villains" (particularly Bill and Allen) as one-dimensional caricatures. Solondz presents them as pathetic, mundane, and frighteningly human, forcing the audience to grapple with empathy for characters who commit or desire unspeakable acts.
The Failure of Suburbia
Like many films of the late 90s (e.g., American Beauty), Happiness deconstructs the American Dream. However, while other films might focus on mid-life crises or rebellion, Happiness looks at the "existential void" and the perversions that fill it when true human connection is absent.
Loneliness and Inadequacy
Every character is plagued by a sense of being "not enough." Whether it is Helen feeling like a fraud, Joy feeling like a failure, or Allen feeling physically repulsive, the film suggests that the modern condition is defined by a fundamental inability to bridge the gap between ourselves and others.
Controversy and Reception
The NC-17 Rating: The film was originally given an NC-17 rating by the MPAA due to its explicit dialogue and themes (particularly the pedophilia subplot). October Films, the original distributor, was pressured by its parent company (Universal) to drop the film. It was eventually released unrated by Good Machine.
Critical Acclaim: Despite the subject matter, the film won the FIPRESCI Prize at the 1998 Cannes Film Festival. Critics praised the performances—particularly Dylan Baker’s chillingly calm portrayal—and Solondz’s razor-sharp script.
Legacy: Happiness is often cited as the peak of the "New Transgressive Cinema." It is not a film meant for entertainment in the traditional sense; rather, it is a provocation designed to test the limits of audience empathy and social comfort.
The Ending: "I Came"
The film concludes with one of the most debated final lines in cinema history. Bill's son, Billy, tells his grandfather that he "came" (achieved puberty/ejaculation), to which the grandfather congratulates him. This moment serves as a dark mirror to Bill’s own sexual deviancy, suggesting a cycle of behavior or a loss of innocence that is both mundane and tragic. It encapsulates Solondz's view of life: a series of awkward, biological, and often disappointing milestones.
Welcome to the Dollhouse (1995)
After the failure in 1989 of my debut Fear, Anxiety & Depression, an ill-conceived, ill-begotten project, I left the film business for several years and taught English to Russian immigrants. I was terrified of failing again, and irretrievably so – I don’t know that I would have survived. But I didn’t want that first movie to have the last word.
I started writing Welcome to the Dollhouse around the time of that first film. I couldn’t think of any American films that dealt in any serious way with childhood. Children in American films were either cute like a little doll or evil demons. The early drafts of Dollhouse were all darker and more depressing; it took time to find the right level of bleakness. My hope was the film would succeed well enough to let me make a living doing after-school specials [educational TV films for teenagers].You have to break rules to get a movie made on $800,000. We sometimes worked in the middle of the night, which wasn’t really legal in the US, certainly with child actors. Heather, who I’d chosen to play Dawn, was a feisty girl who always had the energy and desire to work beyond what was required. Her mother was on set every day; there was certainly visible in Heather a kind of rebelliousness to go to places beyond what her mother felt comfortable with. On the second day of shooting, she had to kiss her tormentor, Brandon (played by Brendan Sexton). Each successive take made her mother more and more uncomfortable. That was Heather’s first kiss.
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