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Beautiful Dreamer

An adopted transvestite searches for Mom but runs into everything else.


The gifted Irish novelist and filmmaker Neil Jordan (The Crying Game, Michael Collins) says that his overriding concern is "how individuals work with what they've been given." Case in point: Jordan's new feature, Breakfast on Pluto. This bittersweet, gender-bending drama takes a page from Candide -- its beleaguered hero, too, happily perseveres in the face of disastrous misadventure and bloodcurdling violence -- but in the end it's pure Jordan, which is to say a dramatic combination of explosive Irish politics and deeply personal crises that never forgets what a screeching farce life can be. For Jordan, this is a return to top form.

The protagonist here is a doe-eyed, rail-thin Irish-Catholic lad named Patrick Braden (Cillian Murphy, the survivor of doomsday in 28 Days Later), and what he's been given to work with is a bottomless font of optimism. He doesn't even need a Dr. Pangloss to tutor him: Patrick surges onward by the force of his own will. That he's a foundling who was left in a basket on a country doorstep is the first complication in his life. That he's a florid transvestite who calls himself "Saint Kitten" and worships the old Hollywood starlet Mitzi Gaynor is the second. That most of the world sees him as a freak and his foster family dismisses him as an embarrassment, is the third. Still, he carries on, surviving the 1960s and making his way into the disco era.

Voltaire cooked up obstacles aplenty for his hero; Jordan, working from a novel by his old mate Patrick McCabe, does no less for Kitten, who is anything but a mere victim. At home, the boy drives his foster mother to distraction with his carefully applied mascara and his selection of frocks. At school, he infuriates the priests with an essay stuffed with pornographic wish-fulfillment. He's thrown out of a Saturday-night dance for wearing a dress. On the road with a seedy rock band, Patrick takes to the stage dressed like Pocahontas and gets pelted with rotten vegetables. At an Irish Republican Army rally, he loudly demands pink sunglasses, then petulantly dumps a cache of IRA weapons into a fishing pond. All this before he even crosses the Irish Sea to swinging London, there to find real trouble in the great city's back alleys and fleshpots.

The cartoonish elements of Kitten Braden's odyssey -- the girlish posing, the campy bitching -- might attract the same huge audiences who couldn't resist Jordan's surprise hit The Crying Game, with its pivotal gender-switch shocker. Truth be told, though, Pluto actually bears more resemblance to the filmmaker's less heralded 1997 feature The Butcher Boy, in which another sort of emotionally unbalanced young man was driven to act out his murderous fantasies. Like Pluto, that film, too, was adapted from a novel by McCabe, who obviously shares Jordan's fascination with misfits and outsiders.

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