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Why I love Robin Williams’ per­for­mance in The World Accord­ing to Garp

28 Jul 2022

Words by Richard Brownell

Man in green jacket and woman in beige coat standing in a forest.
Man in green jacket and woman in beige coat standing in a forest.
Forty years on, one of Robin Williams’ ear­li­est film roles still ranks among his best work.

Robin Williams dis­plays a remark­able emo­tion­al range with seem­ing­ly lit­tle effort as the lead char­ac­ter in George Roy Hill’s 1982 dram­e­dy The World Accord­ing to Garp. He doesn’t appear until the begin­ning of the sec­ond act, but he remains ground­ed at the cen­tre of the film for the dura­tion. While the uncon­ven­tion­al sto­ry unfolds and colour­ful char­ac­ters come and go at a quick and steady pace, Williams’ per­for­mance keeps the audi­ence engaged and on track.

TS Garp (Ter­ri­bly Sexy, Ter­ri­bly Shy, or Ter­ri­bly Sad depend­ing on the moment) is a writer liv­ing in the shad­ow of his fem­i­nist icon moth­er. Garp was Williams’ sec­ond star­ring role in a motion pic­ture – at the time, he was best known for the tele­vi­sion show Mork and Mindy, a sur­prise hit that derived its ener­gy from Williams’ unique brand of hyper-ener­getic impro­vi­sa­tion­al comedy.

In Garp, Hill reined in Williams, keep­ing him close­ly tied to the script and his impro­vi­sa­tions to a min­i­mum. Williams was the straight man, let­ting the odd incit­ing inci­dents of the film and the sharp, dead­pan dia­logue of oth­er actors draw the laughs. In so doing, Williams tapped into a deep­er lev­el of his tal­ent, draw­ing the view­er into the love and heartache, com­e­dy and tragedy of Garp’s life.

Garp’s moth­er, devot­ed nurse Jen­ny Fields (Glenn Close), looms large over him. Garp grows up with­out a father because his moth­er didn’t want a hus­band, only a man’s sperm so she could have a child. Dur­ing the war, she took advan­tage of a dying flier’s incur­able pri­apism to get her­self preg­nant. She rais­es Garp her­self, per­fect­ly com­fort­able in her deci­sion to be a sin­gle moth­er. She is hon­est with her son about his con­cep­tion and dis­plays lit­tle tol­er­ance or sym­pa­thy for his nat­ur­al curios­i­ty about his father.

Williams evokes all the shades of resent­ment and frus­tra­tion that come from grow­ing up in Jenny’s shad­ow. When her hasti­ly writ­ten mem­oir becomes a sen­sa­tion and cat­a­pults her to the fore­front of the fem­i­nist move­ment he wal­lows in resent­ment. He puts up a brave front, com­plete with a skin-deep smile and hunched shoul­ders, when he is recog­nised in pub­lic not for his own nov­el, but for being the bas­tard son of Jen­ny Fields.” The frus­tra­tion is under­stat­ed, but any­one who has ever felt unap­pre­ci­at­ed in life can see it quite clearly.

Garp’s dejec­tion becomes anger because no one is buy­ing his book, yet Jenny’s best sell­ing tome has been trans­lat­ed into Apache. He deject­ed­ly tells his wife Helen (Mary Beth Hurt) Not even Shake­speare or Dick­ens has been trans­lat­ed into Apache.” She soothes his mood when she reveals she is preg­nant. Preg­nan­cy rev­e­la­tions in film can eas­i­ly drift into cliché with their oblig­a­tory tears, joy, and surprise.

This one isn’t all that dif­fer­ent. How­ev­er, Williams plau­si­bly makes a wide arc in this scene from unquench­able jeal­ousy to pater­nal expec­ta­tion and pride. It makes Garp’s tran­si­tion into the hap­py house hus­band and fam­i­ly man believable.

Two people, a woman and a man, sitting on benches and appearing to be in a conversation. The woman has her hands up to her face, suggesting she may be upset or emotional. The man has his hand on her shoulder, comforting her.

Helen, aside from being Garp’s artis­tic cham­pi­on, is a col­lege lit­er­a­ture pro­fes­sor and the fam­i­ly bread­win­ner who makes his life pos­si­ble. Garp loves the arrange­ment – he enjoys tak­ing care of the house and prepar­ing fam­i­ly meals com­plete with food-stained aprons and mashed pota­toes. His joy is bare­ly con­tained as he excit­ed­ly shares adven­tures and plans with the boys. It’s a stark con­trast to Helen, who lis­tens qui­et­ly while tamp­ing down her lust for her hand­some but emp­ty-head­ed stu­dent Michael Mil­ton (Mark Soper).

The joy­ous fam­i­ly man per­sona evap­o­rates when Garp learns of Helen’s affair – his anger is pal­pa­ble and unpre­dictable. He leaves home with the boys, impa­tient­ly shov­ing them through din­ner and a movie. This is a Garp we have not seen, cer­tain­ly not the man who expe­ri­enced pro­found joy in sim­ply watch­ing his kids sleep. Despite the tragedy that ensues, hus­band and wife even­tu­al­ly rec­on­cile, bring­ing their sto­ry arc full circle.

Garp like­wise brings things full cir­cle with Jen­ny. As he matures and set­tles into his fam­i­ly life, Garp sheds his jeal­ousy of his mother’s suc­cess. Instead, he is jeal­ous for more of her time and wants to be her pro­tec­tor. Jenny’s life is absorbed in help­ing the com­mu­ni­ty of bro­ken souls that have amassed around her at the fam­i­ly com­pound, and Garp is open­ly con­cerned that all these new peo­ple are tak­ing advan­tage of his mother.

At heart, though, we get the sense in his med­i­ta­tive moments that Garp yearns for the nos­tal­gia of the qui­et home of his youth and for his mother’s undi­vid­ed atten­tion that he once felt smoth­ered by. In their last scene togeth­er, he tells her, I nev­er need­ed a father.”

Through­out the film, Williams ably com­mu­ni­cates Garp’s emo­tion­al pres­ence in phys­i­cal ways beyond dia­logue. When Garp’s trans­gen­der friend Rober­ta (John Lith­gow) casu­al­ly kiss­es him good­bye on the lips, Garp’s face reg­is­ters shock, con­fu­sion, and accep­tance all in rapid suc­ces­sion. The brief moment hap­pens in the back­ground of a shot that is focused on Helen and Jen­ny and is eas­i­ly missed on first viewing.

Anoth­er more direct moment near the film’s end finds Garp in sad reflec­tion, per­haps sens­ing that tragedy is approach­ing. When the phone rings with the news of his mother’s death, Garp’s agony ris­es to the sur­face. A life­time of sor­row over mis­placed resent­ments and missed oppor­tu­ni­ties for a stronger con­nec­tion become evi­dent in the pain on his face with­out a word being spoken.

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