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The Tao of Steve / Daniel Carlson

Underappreciated Gems | November 5, 2008 | Comments (41)


The Tao of Steve is one of those films that fell victim to bad timing, poor advertising, and the generally tough luck of the marketplace. It opened in August 2000, doomed to lose its way among the crowd of X-Men and The Patriot, and it doesn’t help that what’s at heart a sweet and completely genuine romantic comedy was marketed with awful posters making it seem like a National Lampoon sex romp. But The Tao of Steve isn’t one of those films whose fall through the cracks of public awareness is ultimately for the better: This is a smart, well-written, honestly funny indie comedy that examines modern relationships without coming off as preachy or recycled. It also belongs to that blurry edged sub-genre of films in which a man who’s successful at meeting women comes to realize the emptiness of his ways and develops a desire for genuine emotional intimacy. This is a pretty sturdy story concept — Swingers did the same thing only extrapolated the characteristics into two separate protagonists — and director and co-writer Jenniphr Goodman gets a lot of mileage out of it. The film is small, but it never feels cheap; it’s light, but never feels insubstantial. It’s just a good little movie that more people need to discover.

Dex (Donal Logue) is an armchair philosopher and part-time kindergarten teacher in New Mexico who smokes pot, eats like a Viking, and has more sex than even he can brag about. He’s a total schlub, but as the movie opens he’s calmly screwing a married woman in the library stacks at a college reunion, which illustrates both his ability to stroll happily through moral gray zones and the devotion he gives to what he considers to be his life’s master work: mastering the art of getting laid on his own terms. He dogs around, flirts with the coed bartender, and even discusses some of his vague spiritual leanings with a friend who’s become a priest, but his attitude makes it perfectly clear that he’s all about one thing. Goodman has to play this stuff heavy early on because the film isn’t about this guy chasing women; it’s about him coming to the sobering thought that he’s tired of doing it. This makes for a dynamically more interesting comedy, certainly more so than if Dex either never had a change of heart or just recanted in the final scene. Basically, as the movie progresses and Dex imparts more of his worldview to a friend looking for tips on how to get laid, he starts to crumble even as his rules are driven home to the viewer.

But I’m getting way ahead of myself. Hanging out with the guys, Dex spells out for them the difference between being a Steve — a quintessentially cool guy in the vein of Steve McQueen or Steve Austin — and a loveless Stu. Dave (Kimo Willis) is particularly taken with what Dex terms the Tao of Steve, which is basically three rules Dex preaches that are guaranteed to get a guy lucky as well as invert the way he looks at women and pursues them in the first place. Without wasting way too much space getting into the details, the rules are: (1) purge yourself of sexual desire, (2) do something impressive in a woman’s presence, and (3) back away and wait for her curiosity to get the better of her. Again, the point of Dex’s scheming isn’t the question of will he be able to hook up with a woman, but what he sees himself becoming in the long run. Because even as he’s progressively imparting his wit and wisdom to Dave and anyone else who will listen, Dex is spending more time with Syd, played Greer Goodman, sister of director Jenniphr and co-writer of the screenplay. Syd and Dex reconnected at the reunion, but she’s only in town for a short while on business, and her bullshit detector is way to good to fall for any of Dex’s lines. Their interactions are the film’s best, conversations that range from playful to antagonistic to flirting to honest. For lack of a better word, it’s just good cute banter. Like the scene where Dex wakes up in the morning and reaches for his bong:

Syd: Would you describe this as a typical morning for you?
Dex: Hell no. Usually I spend this time cross-training.
Syd: So you smoke pot for breakfast, you work part time, you —
Dex: Have limited potential.

It’s the dialogue that saves the film and keeps it from being just another indie with decent production values and wobbly line readings from struggling actors. The script takes a sharp look at a certain male lifestyle, and Logue delivers big time on the charm required for the role and the emotional nuance required of a character who forces himself to go through some genuine, if not exactly gut-wrenching, self-examination in order to determine what he wants. (There’s a reason the film earned him the best actor award at the Sundance Film Festival that year.)

Additionally, it’s got one of the more listenable pop soundtracks around, the kind that serves almost as a pleasant surprise that accompanies the film. (It’s not unlike watching Clay Pigeons and hearing tracks by Old 97’s and Whiskeytown inside of 15 minutes; sometimes things just work out.) The Tao of Steve is anchored by the bittersweet songwriting of Eytan Mirsky, who churns out completely infectious guitar pop with titles like “All the Things to Do When She Says No” and “When Good Girls Go Bad.” He contributes a song based on the film’s title as well as a cut called “(I Just Wanna Be) Your Steve McQueen,” and they’re the perfect sonic match for the film: Light, snappy, and lovelorn.

The rest of the film follows some pretty predictable paths on the way to the inevitable conclusion, but there’s a genuine ease about the movie, a sense of confidence in its story and pleasure in its words that’s hard to come by. What makes it an adult comedy is that it’s not just about getting women; it’s about the things we do to ourselves, and them, in the process.

Daniel Carlson is the managing editor of Pajiba and a low-level employee at a Hollywood industry magazine. You can visit his blog, Slowly Going Bald.









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Comments

I saw this movie so long ago...actually when it first came out. I thought it was pretty good actually. Ha...! I think I even went to the theatres to see it too...crazy!

Posted by: ph at November 5, 2008 2:08 PM

The Tao of Steve has to be one of my top five movies of all time.

Posted by: Pookie at November 5, 2008 2:24 PM

Great show. This reminds me that my friend exchanged my copy with a girl he was dating and then broke up with before he got it back. So now I have the Bourne Identity. I lose.

Posted by: Eep at November 5, 2008 2:27 PM

Oh, Donal Logue, what has happened to you?! You had such promise in this, and then... and then...

I mean, I enjoyed your turn in Blade, but I wouldn't call it good.

Posted by: TK at November 5, 2008 2:38 PM

I never knew I had been a follower of the Tao of Steve but all those rules are brilliant. I've always agreed with the aloof and awesome approach. I am intrigued to put them to the test this weekend.

Posted by: Optimus Rhyme at November 5, 2008 2:41 PM

Optimus not long ago I wrote in one of my treatise that was published here at pajiba concerning certain rules to picking up bitches...er...ladies. The technique which you refer to is called the "Venus flytrap." The more aloof you act with a bitch, the more she will want you because women in general want to be noticed. And when you ignore a lady she will begin to question herself, she'll think it's something wrong with her ass. That's when you step in and assure her that the problem is not her it's you, then you go in for the kill by mentioning you've been hurt in pervious relationships and you're just looking for a friend at this point in time. After you play the "I don't want no pussy game" for a while she'll be begging for the dick. For christ sake, are all the men here in pajiba homos? None of you guys here don't no shit about women. Optimus I thought I explained all this shit to you before?

Posted by: Pookie at November 5, 2008 3:11 PM

Oh, how I love this movie. About a year ago, it was the movie of the month on IFC and I watched it every time it came on. Of course, it doesn't hurt that I think Donal Logue is so, so hot.

Posted by: elsie at November 5, 2008 3:44 PM

Also, that scene of Dex and Syd together and he doesn't want to take off his shirt... That scene breaks my heart. Donal Logue can be a truly great actor in the right role. Guest starring turns as a baby-suckling dad on ER,/i>, not so much.

Posted by: elsie at November 5, 2008 3:51 PM

Thank you, Pookie for helping create the Pajiba Softball League.

Posted by: anikitty at November 5, 2008 3:52 PM

Thank you. I always liked this movie. Glad to see others did as well.

TK - I believe Donal is currently playing one of the bosses in "Life" on NBC. I think it moves to Wednesday's tonight

Posted by: Brian at November 5, 2008 3:52 PM

stupid tags... Are we ever going to have the ability to edit comments?

Posted by: elsie at November 5, 2008 3:53 PM

I was wondering when you'd get around to reviewing this one. Nicely done, Mr. Carlson.

Posted by: sleepygaby at November 5, 2008 3:53 PM

I love this movie. I just watched it again on cable a couple weeks ago. I even own a framed poster of that movie that I had up in my bachelor pad before BettyRubble44 hit the scene. Before the film even came out, some friends of mine saw the postcard for the film (back when that was a viable way to advertise) at a bar. Well, I look like Dex, although about 50 pounds less. But in the right light, with the right amount of alcohol in a woman, she would think it was me. Or, if you watch the film with a woman, it would creep into the subconscious that it would be cool to sleep with someone who looks like that. So yes, the movie got me a little nookie once or twice.

Besides that, it was just a solid film. With good pieces of advice that guys can follow. Like the post from a couple days ago from the Pajibettes, this can help a guy with his battles with the opposite sex. Logue blows the other actors off the screen, but his charisma is enough to win the day.

Above all....don't be a Stu, not now not ever.

Posted by: Rubble44 at November 5, 2008 4:15 PM

To clarify, i had the blue poster with just him in a tshirt and jeans, not the weird one with the woman who was never in the movie in a bikini. I never saw that until today....and if i saw that poster, i may not have watched the film. Looks like a frat comedy.

Posted by: Rubble44 at November 5, 2008 4:17 PM

Everytime I see him on "Life," I think of this movie and wonder how he lost so much weight.

Posted by: Captain Cliche at November 5, 2008 4:18 PM

Before I even read the review, gotta say I loved this movie. Has one of my favorite ever lines (from memory, so may not be exact): "Doing stuff is overrated. Hitler did stuff, but don't we all wish he'd just stayed home and gotten stoned?"

Posted by: Slash at November 5, 2008 4:25 PM

I know Pookie, the guys around here seem to want to do faggy things like talk and joke with a girl until they develop a rapport based on mutual admiration, appreciation and respect. For some reason they seem to want to sleep with girls they actually know and like on a personal level. Don't they know that its much better to have dirty drunk sex with a stranger that you're tricking into sleeping with you?

Posted by: becks at November 5, 2008 4:37 PM

becks trust me, the only thing a guy want to have a rapport with is a girl's pussy. And exactly what is the problem with having dirty drunk sex with a stranger?

Posted by: Pookie at November 5, 2008 5:09 PM

No, the only thing you want have a rapport with is a girl's pussy.

Its never as good as when its with someone you like. There's no real anticipation. There's no 'Oh God, its finally happening' moment. Plus you need to do it with someone a few times before they learn how to do the little things you really like.

Posted by: becks at November 5, 2008 5:31 PM

I'm into pee. Just thought I'd throw it out there...

Posted by: Skitz at November 5, 2008 5:37 PM

God damnit Skitt! Stop making me laugh!

Posted by: Julie at November 5, 2008 5:42 PM

Wow, it might be a good idea to just bang Skitz the one time so you never have to find out the little things he really likes.

Posted by: becks at November 5, 2008 5:50 PM

Becks I think we're having two different conversations, you're talking about having a deep meaningful relationship and I'm talking about pussy. Skitz I used to date this girl in college who loved getting drunk, all I can say is that you haven't lived until you've tasted beer pee.

Posted by: Pookie at November 5, 2008 5:58 PM

No, I'm just talking about good sex. I didn't say you had to love the person, just know them and like them.

Pookie, I'd like to think someday we'll meet and fall in love and you'll denounce all your devious dating practices and we'll have the kind of sex that makes you stop referring to women in the collective form as bitches. By the way, you could not have picked a better handle to compliment your opinions. I have a true appreciation for it.

Posted by: becks at November 5, 2008 6:04 PM

One time's all it takes. One time and the following items:

• Two hours of free time.
• Burn salve.
• A ladle (metal, not plastic).
• A tire gauge.
• A high tolerance for pain.
• Fifteen bucks.

Posted by: Skitz at November 5, 2008 6:17 PM

The tire gauge sounds romantic. Skitz, I just read your name's origin and the time line puts you under 30. I pictured you like 10 years older. I still like you though.

Posted by: becks at November 5, 2008 6:22 PM

Che Grovera will be my new older gentleman caller now.

Posted by: becks at November 5, 2008 6:24 PM

The tire gauge is key to everything going smoothly... I'm over thirty, under forty, filthy mouthed and one time at a carnival? I threw a cheese curd at a carnie... I'm more than dangerous, I'm a liability to you and all you hold dear. I'm a live wire. A loose cannon. An enchilada of madness drizzled in... in that, uh... that enchilada sauce stuff. It's like orange-ish and it's pretty hot. Not too hot, though - hot enough to get a touch sweaty, but not ruin the flavor - except I spell it flavah - 'cause I'm funky fresh... Enchiladas... yeah... I'm rambling now, aren't I? Everyone's bitching about Malorie not making the list and I'm just... sigh.

[...cue lights, slowly fade in Nick Drake's Cello Song, spotlight on lonely clown holding a dead bird...]

Posted by: Skitz at November 5, 2008 6:44 PM

"...all I can say is that you haven't lived until you've tasted beer pee."

I've had the honor of passing out in the shrubs alongside a Frat House on a Friday evening. I didn't think it was all that great...

Posted by: Skitz at November 5, 2008 6:46 PM

Alright Skitz, if you're over 30 you're back in as my older gentleman crush. Sorry Grovera, you're back to the minors, you looked promising though.

(I'm saying it as though he's reading this thread which he clearly is not)

Posted by: becks at November 5, 2008 6:50 PM

"'Im over thirty, under forty..."

Oops! That should read "I'm fourteen and although my voice hasn't dropped just yet, my mom says it will when God's good and ready to make it happen!"

Sorry for any confusion...

Posted by: Skitz at November 5, 2008 7:02 PM

Well that would make me about as much of a pedophile as Rowles with his semi-creepy girl-child lists. That list is almost as boring as that stupid Halloween candy list I suggested earlier this week. What was I thinking? If you get comment of the week for that one I think I should get an assist though because you must already have a t-shirt.

Posted by: becks at November 5, 2008 7:09 PM

Oh man, I just read Grovera's name origin and its pretty hot. I don't know if you can really compete, he specifically mentions a middle-aged paunch that resembles Grover. My heart is torn.

Posted by: becks at November 5, 2008 7:15 PM

"If you get comment of the week for that one I think I should get an assist though because you must already have a t-shirt."

Lady, I drew the damned things - I've got a t-shirt, a mousepad, a hoodie, a pair or regular panties, a pair of crotchless panties, a mug, a decanter, a Foreman Grill, and a diaphragm with both the MurderTank, Godtopus, Taco-Scrabble and WBNS! screenprinted on 'em. The comment of the week disqualification thing blows ass, but should Julie be reading, I still haven't won a Golden Pajiba, a Screen Commenter's Pajiba, or a Chili Cook-Off Pajiba...

C'mon, Jules... the pee thing made you laugh, didn't it? Stunning photo of you & Nicole by the way... did I mention I have gift certificates at the ready? I'm an organ donor... JUST GIVE ME WHAT'S MINE DAMMIT!

Posted by: Skitz at November 5, 2008 7:53 PM

"JUST GIVE ME WHAT'S MINE DAMMIT!"

Oops! That should read "JUST GIVE ME WHAT'S MINE GODDAMMIT!"...

Posted by: Skitz at November 5, 2008 7:58 PM

Pookie, I do take your words to heart. And, If anyone has been wondering about my girl troubles, I dropped that girl like she was a hot potato. Well, actually we talked about it and I kinda told her I wasn't ready and had issues with women. She has a real boyfriend now, which kinda makes me wonder if I could move in and try to take her back, just for the challenge.

In the meantime, I have been getting strange amounts of Strange. Honestly, I can make a phone call and have a different girl a night every weekend. I've become almost a big game hunter, looking for more exotic prey now.
Beyond sorority girls. I want to see what secrets that Asian exchange student knows. And that virginal former Catholic Schoolgirl that lives next door? Just like the Golden Hind. Nigh untouchable but think of the reward!
Pookie I am in the prime of my life right now. So much power but it is raw and unrefined. I was uncharacteristically close to a threesome last weekend. I feel like I am on the cusp of greatness. I just need the training to break through to the next level. Teach me.

Posted by: Optimus Rhyme at November 5, 2008 9:06 PM

Listen my young padwan, to become like me you must first cleanse your heart of all of that syrupy love. To reach my level of proficiency with the ladies your heart must become cold and dark. After this process is completed then and only then can you begin the transformation ritual. But I must warn you, should you travel down this path there is no going back. Optimus do not waste my time, I get a thousand request a day and I only pick one student to teach at a time.

Posted by: Pookie at November 5, 2008 10:07 PM

I loved this movie too. Especially the soundtrack: "It's everything I hate, it's so 1988"

Truly an underappreciated gem!

Posted by: angelhair at November 6, 2008 2:17 AM

An entire arm of my family (my brother's) thought the character from this film was exactly like me.

So I saw it, and I couldn't for the life of me see where they got that idea, aside from my also being pretty fat of course.

Then I realized that each time his family had come east to visit, I happened to have had a new girlfriend. I somehow got the reputation for being a irresistably charming chubby casanova due to this.

I would have told him that it was purely accidental that he never saw the endless months between girlfriends where I couldn't get a female to give me the time of day, but I figured that it amused him to think of his brother living the wild single life. If he gets a vicarious thrill out of it, why not let him?

Posted by: imk at November 6, 2008 10:18 AM

My heart is black as midnight and bitter as Starbucks brew. I am at the point where I just can't see myself in a rr... rrr... *gag* relation... *cough*ship. I want to use women. It is the only way to make myself more of a man. To find that precious scrap of self-esteem when she is moaning beneath you. *Shudder* Lord Pookie. I kneel before your teachings.

Posted by: Optimus Rhyme at November 6, 2008 10:27 AM

Thanks to all the philosophy-theology references, this movie meant that I got to go see a good movie back when I was being all drunk with knowledge and holier-than-thou. What a waste of my early twenties, eh?

Posted by: jkate at November 6, 2008 5:23 PM



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