Being There 2011

In Washington, D.C., a middle-aged man named Chance, who is simple-minded yet undeniably gentle, lives a sheltered life as the gardener in a wealthy old man’s townhouse. He shares the space with the man’s African-American maid Louise, who treats him with unexpected kindness. Chance’s world is tiny and shaped almost entirely by what he sees on television, his knowledge gleaned from screens rather than experience. When the elderly owner dies, his estate lawyers set him on a path toward eviction, forcing Chance to venture beyond the familiar walls for the first time.

A chance encounter on the street shifts his fate. A local youth threatens him with a knife, and Chance can only respond with a clumsy, ineffective gesture—trying to dismiss the danger with a clumsy click of a TV remote. A shop window reflects him on camera, drawing him closer to the outside world. It’s also where he is accidentally struck by a limousine, knocking into Eve Rand, the glamorous, much younger wife of a dying magnate, Ben Rand. When she asks his name, she mishears “Chance, the gardener” as “Chauncey Gardiner,” and the misinterpretation becomes a life-changing misrecognition.

Eve drags Chauncey into a world of wealth and visibility. She brings him to the Rand estate so that Dr. Allenby can examine him and determine whether he might be useful to the ailing Ben. After a casual inspection, the doctor decides Chauncey can stay, partly because his unassuming manner suits the dying Ben, who is quietly fascinated by him. Ben mistakes Chauncey for a polished, educated man of standing, impressed by his calm, direct manner and the way he seems to see simple truths. This mistaken impression becomes a doorway into Chauncey’s ascent—one that will pull Chauncey into the center of power.

From the moment Chauncey encounters power, politics begins to blur with poetry. Ben, who acts as a kind of mentor to the President, introduces Chauncey into high circles. In a discussion about the economy, Chauncey’s garden metaphor is heard as a straightforward, hopeful blueprint for growth, and the President himself quotes Chauncey in a public address. What begins as chance soon becomes a case of mistaken identity: Chauncey is seen as a wise adviser with a rare, almost prophetic clarity about change and renewal.

Chauncey’s rise astonishes the political world. He moves from private rooms to national attention, attends pivotal events, and strikes up a notable rapport with the Soviet ambassador. He even appears on a television talk show, where his earnest talk about gardening is misconstrued as strategic commentary on presidential policy. The widening media glare and Chauncey’s unearned aura spark a sharp, uneasy tension among those around him. Louise, watching on TV, rails at the white establishment’s shortcuts, and the President’s private life becomes a cautionary backdrop to Chauncey’s public ascent.

Life is a state of mind.

Behind the scenes, Allenby grows increasingly suspicious. He suspects that Chauncey’s background is not what it seems and ponders whether to reveal the mundane truth. Yet he cannot bear to shatter the happiness that Chauncey brings Ben in his final days, so he keeps silent. As Ben’s condition worsens, Eve’s attraction to Chauncey intensifies, and a complicated, ambiguous bond forms between them. Chauncey, who has no real knowledge of sex, mimics a kiss from a film they’re watching, and when asked what he likes, he mutters, “I like to watch”—a line that baffles Eve but also exposes the gulf between Chauncey’s literal simplicity and the adult world around him. She, misreading his stillness, discovers a troubling moment of sexual curiosity that reveals how little Chauncey understands of passion.

Ben dies with Chauncey by his side, and a moment of stark clarity arrives. When questioned by Allenby, Chauncey confesses a genuine affection for Eve and insists that he is simply a gardener. The doctor mutters to himself that he understands, recognizing the strange but undeniable bond that has formed in the dying man’s house.

At Ben’s funeral, the political chessboard reveals its true game. The pallbearers whisper among themselves about who might succeed the President, and they converge on Chauncey as the likely successor, a silent acknowledgment of the uncanny transformation that has taken place. Chauncey wanders away from the ceremony, stepping onto the wintry landscape with a calm, almost serene detachment. He straightens a pine sapling crushed by a fallen branch, then glides across a frozen surface, umbrella dipping into the water but not hindering his path. The world keeps quoting Ben’s words as the final portrait of Chauncey’s ascent—an ascent that seems to hinge on perception, not on any real political skill.

This is a story of perception, restraint, and the fragile line between innocence and influence. It threads Chance’s gentle, literal interpretations of life into a broader American theater, where a man who never sought power becomes its most unlikely focal point, and where the closing image—of walking on water and a President’s hopeful cadence—leaves the question of reality forever open.