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White Noise – first-look review

31 Aug 2022

Words by Hannah Strong

Two men sitting and conversing in a colourful, playful interior.
Two men sitting and conversing in a colourful, playful interior.
Adam Dri­ver and Gre­ta Ger­wig reunite as a cou­ple grap­pling with their fear of death in Noah Baumbach’s adap­ta­tion of Don DeLillo’s novel.

I love super­mar­kets. When­ev­er I’m in a new place, I like to scope out the ter­rain by vis­it­ing the near­est gro­cery shop. Tar­get, Mono­prix, Ede­ka, Coop – I treat these places with a rev­er­ence usu­al­ly reserved for gal­leries or muse­ums. You can learn so much about a cul­ture by brows­ing the aisles, peek­ing at the con­tents of oth­er peo­ples’ trol­leys, or not­ing which cere­als or sweets chil­dren are harangu­ing their par­ents about.

As such, I also love Don DeLillo’s White Noise’, a nov­el in which the super­mar­ket is the mod­ern cathe­dral, and its con­gre­ga­tion a sea of twitchy-nosed patrons armed with lists and coupons , all look­ing for sal­va­tion in a half-off sav­ing on soup.

Noah Baum­bach is – at least at first glance – a curi­ous choice to adapt DeLil­lo for the screen, as the author’s stylised, com­plex prose seems vast­ly dif­fer­ent from the real­ist dia­logue that the film­mak­er tends to favour in his por­traits of con­tem­po­rary Amer­i­can life, which tend cen­tre around the highs and lows of roman­tic and famil­ial relationships.

But the over­ar­ch­ing theme of White Noise – an anx­i­ety around one’s own mor­tal­i­ty and the loom­ing spec­tre of death – is famil­iar ter­ri­to­ry for Baum­bach, as is the psy­che of the mid­dle-aged mid­dle-class white pro­tag­o­nist. The suc­cess of Mar­riage Sto­ry has grant­ed him a hand­some bud­get care of Net­flix, and White Noise rep­re­sents his most ambi­tious project in both scale and prov­i­dence. DeLil­lo is con­sid­ered one of the great­est Amer­i­can nov­el­ists of all time and his idio­syn­crat­ic style doesn’t lend itself to the screen easily.

This does seem appar­ent in the open­ing of the film. After Don Cheadle’s cheer­ful aca­d­e­m­ic Mur­ray Siskind deliv­ers a mono­logue on the opti­mistic over­tones of the car crash in Amer­i­can cin­e­ma, we cut to pre­em­i­nent Hitler Stud­ies pro­fes­sor Jack Glad­ney (Adam Dri­ver) and his wife Babette (Gre­ta Ger­wig) in their kitchen, sur­round­ing by a gag­gle of pre­co­cious chil­dren. They move through the space with a chore­o­graphed flu­id­i­ty; they speak not so much like peo­ple, but like char­ac­ters in a play.

There is some­thing arti­fi­cial and odd about the tableaux, with its dense­ly sat­u­rat­ed colours and Gewig’s frizzy bouf­fant hair. But this jar­ring sen­sa­tion doesn’t last, much in the way a euphor­ic high after a bout of unbri­dled con­sumerism is only ever a fleet­ing reprieve from the impend­ing heat death of the uni­verse. The rhythms of the film soon set­tle, and it becomes an off­beat, but not unwel­come, change of pace for Baumbach.

Dri­ver and Ger­wig, while per­haps a lit­tle young for their roles, have a proven chem­istry and work togeth­er well. Their cen­tral rela­tion­ship, as well as the bond they cul­ti­vate with their wise, inquis­i­tive chil­dren, anchors the film, and their cen­tral anx­i­eties around the impend­ing pos­si­bil­i­ty of their demise are com­pelling, par­tic­u­lar­ly in the face of the Air­borne Tox­ic Event” which is brought for­ward in the nar­ra­tive, dis­rupt­ing the sub­ur­ban idyll that is Jack and Babette’s domes­tic life.

Baum­bach retains the anx­ious, wry spir­it of DeLillo’s nov­el with his screen­play, but trims down many of the side plots and asides which give White Noise’ such char­ac­ter. Purists might be offend­ed, but it works in the favour of keep­ing pace.

Five people, two men and three women, standing together in front of a brick wall. They are wearing various outfits from the 1980s era, including colourful clothing and accessories.

After the melo­dra­ma of Mar­riage Sto­ry, it’s refresh­ing to see Baum­bach tack­le some­thing a lit­tle more spir­it­ed. Yet even with hor­ror and com­e­dy ele­ments, White Noise is still at its core a dra­ma about famil­ial ten­sions and the anx­i­eties that come with get­ting old.

Shot dur­ing the sum­mer of 2021, it seems inevitable that com­par­isons will be drawn between the events of this film and the Covid-19 pan­dem­ic: onlook­ers the­o­rise about the caus­es and effects of the health cri­sis; masks are worn; and Jack and Babette find vast­ly dif­fer­ent ways through their anx­i­eties around death. But the strength of the source mate­r­i­al (and indeed Baumbach’s exe­cu­tion) make White Noise one of the bet­ter exam­ples of pan­dem­ic art’ to emerge from this per­ilous time in history.

As for the super­mar­ket – much has been writ­ten about the sig­nif­i­cance of these con­sumerist cathe­drals in DeLillo’s work. In Baumbach’s film, the super­mar­ket is like Dis­ney­land: a place where no one dies; a place where time doesn’t exist; a place where you can find your­self, or at least find the tooth­paste that best aligns with your lifestyle.

Dur­ing the pan­dem­ic, super­mar­kets were one of a hand­ful of places peo­ple were per­mit­ted to trav­el. The act of buy­ing a box of corn­flakes was ele­vat­ed to a grand event. The film’s superb end cred­its sequence (set to a brand new LCD Soundsys­tem bop) speaks to this pageantry, and the fleet­ing com­fort of our cap­i­tal­ist, con­sumerist soci­ety. Yet White Noise nev­er feels judgemental.

Rather, there’s sym­pa­thy here for how fucked up every­thing is. Baum­bach doesn’t pre­tend that he has the answers for what we do now, as we emerge blink­ing and yawn­ing into a world where we can’t afford to heat our homes and politi­cians might as well be danc­ing on the graves of the peo­ple whose deaths they per­mit­ted. Some­times death seems like a bet­ter option – a bypass­ing of the bull­shit, so to speak.

But there are brief glim­mers of a world worth stick­ing around for: the ten­der­ness of love; the plea­sures of par­ent­hood. White Noise is a sto­ry about cut­ting through the sta­t­ic and learn­ing to set­tle in silence.

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