Jason Schwartzman: The One Where He Tries to Solve the Puzzle of Life
In the new HBO series Bored to Death—an adaptation of author Jonathan Ames’ short story—Jason Schwartzman plays a New York scribe, also named Jonathan Ames, who’s struggling to write his second novel and win back his ex-girlfriend. He places an ad on Craigslist as an unlicensed private detective, looking for something to fill the now-girlfriendless time he spends avoiding writing. Throughout the bizarre adventures that follow, Ames confronts both his and others’ neuroses in the awkwardness of everyday interaction.
Before landing the lead role, Schwartzman was a little listless himself. “I felt a bit adrift, struggling to connect to something,” he says. A friend asked him what his dream role would be. “Private detective,” the 29-year-old actor/musician replied, having always loved François Truffaut’s Stolen Kisses and Robert Altman’s The Long Goodbye. “The archetype of the private detective, so cool … but also just a guy struggling with love and life, just being human—that kind of combination was just so sincere, funny and great.”
A month after expressing this desire, Schwartzman met with the real-life Ames to discuss a part in the movie adaptation of the author’s novel Wake Up, Sir! Despite Schwartzman’s own acclaim and success in Rushmore, The Darjeeling Limited and rock band Phantom Planet, he was nervous to meet his favorite living writer. “It’s a self-centered way to think, but it’s kinda like, ‘What if it goes badly? What if he doesn’t like me? What if I say the wrong thing?’” Instead, the pair made an instant connection, and coffee at a deli turned into a five-hour conversation that included Ames giving Schwartzman a book list, “a syllabus for my life.” The friendship evolved to the point where, earlier this year, Ames officiated Schwartzman’s marriage ceremony.
At the fateful deli meeting, Ames revealed that HBO had purchased the rights to “Bored to Death”—a short story he’d written for McSweeney’s—and that he’d been tapped to write and produce the show. As he described the premise of a modern detective series, Schwartzman started to feel like a “jealous lover”: there to discuss one role, now envious of another. After tracking down and reading the story, he aggressively pursued the part—“lots of jumping up and down like someone on a deserted island trying to get a helicopter’s attention.”
The actor related to the contradictions in the character—trying to be strong and tough but ending up “basically inactive” as he struggles to write. “When Jonathan told me that the show was,” Schwartzman says, “I really felt like—I don’t know, I felt crazy inside and ravenous. … It was so funny. I really connected with this material.”
We’re trained by decades of Woody Allen and his disciples to think of self-conscious, lovelorn, neurotic artist types as profoundly narcissistic, but Ames (the character) is a post-postmodern neurotic—struggling to find connection, to help others, to uncover meaning. He is as conscious of the lives of others as he is of his own inner turmoil. Beneath the nods to gumshoe detectives, the zany stories and the quirky characters with their uncomfortable interactions is a battle between postmodernism and Ames’ quest for something more.