Certifiably Jonathan

Jonathan Winters deserves better than this supposedly droll mockumentary.

'Certifiably Jonathan'

Celebrities immersed in art don’t want to talk about anything else, as amply demonstrated by Steve Martin’s recent, much-reported public debacle in New York. But people who come to see comedians don’t want to hear them talk about art. Such is the dilemma confronting Jim Pasternak in making a film about Jonathan Winters, and his unfortunate solution in “Certifiably Jonathan” is to slap together a supposedly droll mockumentary about Winters’ paintings and drag in every gagmeister from Jim Carrey to Sarah Silverman to lend it currency. Winters deserves better.

The pic, which opens today after three years on the shelf, does provide a forum, however flawed, for an immense talent. Perhaps it should be taken as a cockeyed homage to that ungovernable talent that the film often feels like a documentary about its maker’s inability to control his material. Pasternak, whose appearances in “Certifiably Jonathan” clock in second only to Winters’, either lets his subject run wild (as Winters was ever wont to do) in inexpertly edited spurts or constrains him with an idiotically whimsical plot concerning a show at Gotham’s Museum of Modern Art and the theft of his sense of humor.

The celebrities roped into the story (the Arquettes for a family seance, Howie Mandel for a shopping-cart ride through Target) can do little more than testify to their respect and amity toward Winters by showing up here. Those standups who have inherited the most from Winters’ stream-of-unconsciousness legacy, like Carrey and Silverman, are given less to do. Even Robin Williams, a direct disciple before and after they embodied the counterintuitive father-and-son duo on “Mork and Mindy,” seems content to mildly improvise shtick around Winters’ art, their comfortable rapport substituting for any more substantially worked-out comedy.

Pasternak at times lets his film skate on the knife-edge of Winters’ borderline sanity, particularly when Winters, off his meds, free-falls through his imagination, the film hovering interestingly between fact and fiction. But these moments, like the too-infrequent kinescope clips, feel like fragments of roads not taken.

Apparently the film began as a straightforward documentary (or as linear as a docu on the bipolar wild man could be). But though Winters lets drop stray autobiographical tidbits in the course of his runaway monologues, he seems resistant to any form of structured narration, and Pasternak fails to impose his own order on Winters’ genius.

Curiously, Pasternak does better by the artwork Winters has created, variously likened to that of Magritte, Miro and Dali, presenting various key pieces solo and head-on, sometimes even animating the figures within the frame. And the clean lines of Winters’ flat compositions lend themselves surprisingly well to M. Frank Emanuel’s wry, minimalist cartooning style.

Certifiably Jonathan

  • Production: An Area 23a release of a Film Dada production. Produced by Richard Marshall. Executive producer, Matt Fortnow. Co-producer, Fortnow. Co-executive producers, Thomas Hines, Kathy Fields Lander, Corky Kessler. Directed by Jim Pasternak.
  • Crew: Camera (color, HD), Richard Marshall; editors, Marshall, Robert Pergament; music, Buddy Judge; sound, Fred Crichlow, Senator Mike Michael, Wendy Popadynetz; supervising sound editor, Ben Zarai; sound designer, Sean Gray; re-recording mixer, Zarai; animation, M. Frank Emanuel. Reviewed on DVD, New York, Feb. 7, 2011. Running time: 79 MIN.
  • With: With: Jonathan Winters, Robin Williams, Howie Mandel, Tim Conway, Sarah Silverman, Jim Carrey, Robert Klein, Jimmy Kimmel, Ryan Stiles, Jeffrey Tambor, Rosanna Arquette, Patricia Arquette, Nora Dunn, Dominic Keating, Nikita Ager.