Published Oct 12, 2007King of California is a fable, a rose-coloured look at mental illness that responds to the soulless nature of contemporary culture. The bi-polar Charlie (Michael Douglas) gets released from a stint at a mental institution into the care of his teenage daughter Miranda, who in his absence has dropped out of school to work at McDonalds.
Charlie is obsessed with finding a stash of Spanish gold abandoned by a failed conquistador during the 17th century. Miranda, despite her cynicism and a lifetime of disappointment at the hands of her father, gets roped into helping with his quest. Their prospecting takes them through the heart of corporate suburbia to their final excavation site in the middle of a Costco.
This is Michael Douglas at his wacky best, more Wonder Boys than Wall Street. His large performance overshadows Evan Rachel Wood, who underwhelms a bit as Miranda, delivering a flat voiceover narration and not completely selling the characters struggle with her difficult father. The films journey is endearingly eccentric, showing one mans refusal to believe or accept the change in the landscape and culture that America has endured in a generation.
The highlight of the film though has little to do with these grand themes but rather is the tender parental moment when Charlie has to warn Miranda about the danger of swingers. (Maple)