
The Mysteries of Pittsburgh
1.5 stars
Directed by Rawson Marshall Thurber
Starring Jon Foster, Sienna Miller, Peter Sarsgaard, Mena Suvari, Nick Nolte
By Mina Hochberg
I haven’t read Michael Chabon’s first novel, “The Mysteries of Pittsburgh,” but I get the feeling this movie adaptation doesn’t do it justice.
On the heels of “Adventureland,” it’s another Pittsburgh-set, summer-after-college coming-of-age movie — only kinkier. In this case, the recent college grad is Art (Jon Foster), son of a big-time Pittsburgh gangster (Nick Nolte). Art, an econ major who’s appeasing his dad by going into finance, isn’t too happy with life. He hates being a gangster’s son (wah!), and he hates crunching numbers.
There’s no better cure for an inhibited 22-year-old than befriending a wild and crazy couple. After meeting a dulcet, carefree blond named Jane (Sienna Miller) at a party, Art gets inexplicably adopted by her and her boyfriend Cleveland (Peter Sarsgaard) as a mostly platonic third wheel. He joins them at crazy punk raves, loiters with them around crazy abandoned factories. His new friends make Art question his straitlaced life, living under the thumb of his grouchy thug dad.
“The Mysteries of Pittsburgh” has the feel of a story that’s been lost in translation from its original source. Art, Jane and Cleveland carry on in solipsistic bubbles, all quirky and angsty without an explanation of why. Their troubles, too vague to engage you emotionally, strike a phony note. Too bad, since it’s such a purdy cast.