This last week has been a film-infusion. There were actually seven movies, but I won't mention the seventh, I don't think.
If one wanted a "snapshot" of my viewing style, this week is perfect.
Rather than choose one or two of these films to write about, I'll try something new. I'll take you through all the movies I saw over the week, and you'll get an idea of my landscape of film experiences, a more accurate picture than if I were selective.
First, there was "
Helena from the Wedding," which was a disappointment, but queued me up for film-viewing for the rest of the week. The main character, Alex, is an attractive man but clueless, recently married, to an enchanting but too-young-for-him-seeming sweet lady named Alice. Alice is a nonentity. It's all about her husband, who watches her thoughtfully.
The movie opens with the two of them driving to their country cabin, silently, snowy landscapes behind. I loved the opening: a little dialogue, but not much. Simple scene: unloading the groceries, 'welcome into our little world.' It promised to be one of those quiet movies. Soon, though, you realize that Alex is unsatisfied by his wife. She acts like a little girl, seems basically asexual. Then the plot devolves, because a really sexy woman shows up for their New Year's party, (Helena, of course) -- along with a few other clowns. It becomes one of those couples-getting-away-together themes. They have conversations about life-stage things like marriage, divorce, career, changes from their past, etcetera. A worn-out plot, that no one has ever done as well as "
The Big Chill," but you keep watching because the main character is such a
nerd. (Obviously, his staring at Helena will not lead to anything, because his neediness is transparent.) I've seen
this actor in better roles, more fitting for him, such as
Rolling Stone "Reporter," a geek who did ride-alongs with marines in the Iraq invasion, in "
Generation Kill."
The stars this time are the friends:
Jessica Hecht as Lynn, drama queen drunkard who keeps asking her husband to fetch and carry; and
Paul Fitzgerald as Nick, a man who's already done the midlife crisis thing, been abandoned by his too-young mistress, is wiser than his friend Alex and now pretty much shameless. You see the story through the eyes of Alex, but you keep watching because of everybody else. And, in another classic "how not to end" conclusion, Alex has a 'moment' by the river, with friend Nick beside him, and you're more interested in what Nick says than whatever internal insights Alex might be having.
I was then in movie-thinking mode, though, which was perfect for watching "
The Romantics," an unapologetically
romantic film in all senses of the word. We are talking CHEESY. But I have to confess that I still love to watch
Katie Holmes, even though she and Tom Cruise were on the pages of the tabloids for years, and even though I know she's
not a good actor. She does certain things very well. She does the gaga lines, the moody eyes, the moonlight walks, very well -- and in this film she even has scenes where she's walking in nylon stockings across a grassy knoll, under the aforementioned moonlight, heels in hand, searching for her lost love.
Yes! And she recites poetry, and she leans against an oak tree when he leans in to kiss her. So, you can more or less see the movie now in your head, right? Do you also LOVE this kind of thing? ...Bonus:
Anna Paquin as rival, the best friend who stole the man away. Anna Paquin isn't bitchy, though; she is likeable. Especially when she's wearing a green face mask and sneaking cigarettes the night before her wedding. Without saying anything, her nervousness just radiates through the screen. (Anna Paquin
is a good actor.) So I give this movie five stars. Most people would say it's terrible. In my opinion it hit the right notes. It did what it set out to do. Also, the ending is nice. It's romantic. :)
"
As Good as it Gets" was a repeat for me. I had seen it before, long ago, once upon a time, when I was a kid. Whenever that was, when it came out. Yeah. (I was 21.) Here's the interesting thing: I didn't understand it back then. I remember my reaction: my brain felt blurred. I didn't get it. I didn't know why Jack Nicholson was not just repulsive. I didn't know why Helen Hunt was at dinner with him, when he was so clearly weird; I didn't buy them as a romantic couple. I don't think I even registered the gay artist neighbor as one of the important characters, what with the silly dog and all. (Not to mention my not appreciating
Greg Kinnear until ten years later when I saw "
Feast of Love," which I now want to watch again... He's terrific.) Anyway, I knew other people loved this movie but I myself had been too immature to understand. So, bring it on again, I thought. Maybe this time it will be good. And, sure enough, I am now capable of getting it. Especially the OCD part, which it occurs to me that my 21-year-old self had no knowledge of. (As in, did I even know what that was about? Was it recognizable to me? I'm not sure.) Also, though, the desperation of
Helen Hunt's character, Carol the Waitress -- which this time made me cry. When she breaks down to her mother and says she didn't realize how far in the wrong direction things had gone... Oh boy. It's an adult movie, folks. Why did I even watch it at age 21?
More on
Jack Nicholson in a little bit.
So far, so good. A nice movie-watching week. But then things ramped up, on into the glorious: the next three movies were actually mood-shakers, make-you-think-ers. Sigh.... This is what I love about watching a lot of film. You get on a roll.
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Jeff Who Lives at Home" has a dumb title, and I wish I could give it a better one. Suggestions? Jeff is a lot like a lot of guys in my generation; he's like guys I've known in real life, one of whom was actually named Jeff, too. He's a pothead, lives with his mom, can't seem to figure himself out, spends too much time in his head. Maybe it should be called, "Jeff Like a Lot of Guys." In the beginning, he has a great
meditative monologue about another movie, which is a nice writerly nod to "
Signs," and/or to film lovers as an audience. (We know how Jeff feels right away; we relate to him right away; it makes this movie a movie for those who love movies.)
I don't know
Jason Segel as well as I should, considering he's part of the Judd Apatow gang. All I can say about him right now, acting-wise, is that he's very familiar, and probably benefits from that. I liked his performance in "Jeff Who Lives at Home" mostly because I felt like I knew him. (Side note: This familiarity-thing is true of a lot of actors, many of whom have carried a career on it, like Jeff Bridges and Philip Seymour Hoffman and Jeff Daniels and others, and not a strike against them; it simply means they capture a moment in history better than the next guy. They 'fit the bill.')
But it wasn't the acting that made this movie great. In this case, it was the writing. The writing is original -- the plot (the story) is unexpected, and surprises you over and over; so too the dialogue, which is quirky and emotional at the same time. Jeff wanders about town, in a freewheeling kind of way, hopping on the backs of trucks, etcetera, following his nose (and a boy named Kevin). You just never know what will happen to him next. He encounters his own brother, Pat -- more than once -- and assists in a sloppy spy operation on Pat's wife, who may or may not be having an affair. Each of the brothers has issues, we learn; even though Pat's the one who has a job and marriage, he lacks insight into himself and could stand to benefit from his brother's contemplative path. In some ways, the story reminded me of "
The Big Lebowski," only not so over-the-top like the Coen bros. do -- this is quieter, more familial; but it does have that theme of 'pothead goes on wild ride and winds up being the smartest person he meets.' There's a bit of substance here though, in the brothers opening up and learning from each other, as well as in a surprising twist at the end of the movie that is downright profound. It plays out like a classic piece of drama, and I really can't give anything away about it here. You have to see it.
A few days later I watched "
Morning Glory," which was a bit of fluff, but I ended up thinking a lot about it, so it had an effect that makes it worth writing about. The premise of "Morning Glory" is simple.
Rachel McAdams plays a driven career woman, Becky, whose life is dedicated to her work 100% (she gets up at 1:30 a.m. for a 4:00 start time producing a morning talk show). Her dream is to be a producer on "The Today Show." She has no relationships, no other interests, and so on. At the beginning of the movie, she's fired from her job managing the New Jersey
local morning broadcast and gets a lot of flak from her mother and other people. What are the chances you'll ever go national; you can only go down from here. She's told to give up on this dream. But she persists, calling everyone she can think of, sometimes applying twice for the same job, until something comes through in New York City. A national network. Of course, it's a total loser situation; she gets a morning show that's tanking. It's absurdly bad, with horrible staff, no money, building falling apart, doorknobs falling off and the whole nine yards. She's immediately told about past producer turnover and how little time she has to bring the ratings up.
Pretty simple. And the plotline is simple, too. You know from the beginning that Becky's going to succeed, because she's so cute and passionate, so it's only a matter of watching it unfold. How will she manage it? This is meant to be a fun, silly comedy. And it is. She has to get her two primary anchors to work together (
Harrison Ford and
Diane Keaton), despite their differences (Harrison Ford plays a former news journalist, dour and depressed by the necessity of lowering himself in this capacity; and Keaton plays a bubbly, somewhat desperate, somewhat typical television 'personality' -- eager to please, sometimes too eager). The staff of the show must agree to do ridiculous things to get the ratings up, like in one case, ride a roller coaster live on camera, or in another, face off with a sumo wrestler (Diane Keaton, by the way, fell and injured her head during the filming of this scene, and some New Yorkers living in a nearby skyscraper recorded it, so you can
see the whole thing happen -- thanks YouTube).
The movie's kind of funny, but it succeeds in going beyond what it should have been (a bit of fluff). The true
joy is Rachel McAdams, herself, as you see her running around in heels and suits, bounding across sidewalks, dodging taxis, impossibly energized, cheerful, pulling you into her corner, an unstoppable force of nature -- even in the face of the gloomy, aging Harrison Ford character and his negative appraisal of the morning show
phenomenon, which is not 'real news' (a point of view that reflects your own, by the way). Becky is our heroine: she takes it on, accepts the challenge, and makes you believe. And, it is actually inspiring!
I said I thought a lot about the movie. And I did. Why? It was such a failure at the box office, and arguably an embarrassment for actors of this caliber, to participate in a total fluff product. However, I can see the work that went into it, and the heart that went into it. Into every bit of it. Even
Patrick Wilson (most gorgeous man alive) plays it up as Becky's love interest, and though his part is minimal and could have been withdrawn from the story, he makes it sweet, he makes it dear; he shines a flattering light on the soul of our heroine. Through him we see just how deeply invested she is (who would forego a night with Patrick Wilson to spend hours trying to motivate an aging newsman?). The character of Becky, by sheer will, makes the impossible possible. She turns the whole story and all the characters around. With the support of some talented actors, but little else, Rachel McAdams turns the whole movie around, energizes it and makes it good. That's a lot of work, and in my opinion worth reflecting on.
It was a supposedly dumb movie I'd love to see again.
So, finally, for my last film of the week, I come to "
Heartburn." This is -- and I wouldn't lie -- a hidden treasure. Who ever heard of it? I discovered this film entirely by chance, while perusing a list of Jeff Daniels titles. Jeff Daniels has a teeny-tiny role here. The main characters are Rachel and Mark, played by Meryl Streep and Jack Nicholson. The writer is
Nora Ephron and the director,
Mike Nichols. Yikes!!! Can you stack it up better?
It's a story about marriage, and it's just beautiful. In the beginning, the unlikely couple meet at a wedding. There are no bells ringing. Their encounter looks like it has all the potential of a one-night stand. Soon enough, though, they are so charmed by each other they are getting married themselves. This all happens very quickly, so you know it's not about how they fell in love. It's about what happened after. In my head I kept comparing it to "Another Year," a film that has a dreamy but mysterious marriage in it -- an unrealistic ideal. These are the two films I've seen that really make you think about what marriage is. In "Heartburn," there are lots of beautiful details, and they feel real. The couple buys a house that needs repairs -- lots of repairs. They have trouble with their contractor, of course. There are small arguments and there's dust. (The house will never be fully renovated, in fact. They will live with unfinished walls for years.) Then, there's the first pregnancy, and singing. Rachel and Mark spend an entire evening singing every song they can think of that has the word 'baby' in it.
Eventually, there's trouble, and it's a little foreseeable, especially by the way Rachel keeps saying, "I'm so happy!" ...But it happens nice and slowly, and not in any way you could predict. It takes a long while for the couple to realize they can't stay together, and along the way there are plenty of moments when you, like they, think it might work out after all.
Meryl Streep is so different here, so subtle and perfumed, so fragile and strong. She's beautiful, of course. And young. She's delicately laughing at dinner parties. But then later ... she's curled up on top of her bedspread with her rice pudding. She's grocery shopping with a vengeance. She's at the hairdresser having a revelation, her eyes opening slowly in the mirror, while a bimbo teases her bangs. She's cooing with her little girl on an airplane, her hands forming the itsy-bitsy spider. She is, in fact, a
real woman. She is so good at this that you can forget all the 1,000 other movies you have seen with the famous "Meryl Streep" starring in them. This is mind-blowing, folks. You can watch her and actually forget who she is.
I am tempted to credit Mike Nichols for that fact, because he is a genius, and those scenes are his creation. And I partially credit the age of the film (Meryl did this
before she did so many of those other things -- she was new unto herself, even). But I do think this performance was outstanding, and kind of magical.
Which brings me to Jack Nicholson. Not as much was required of him; his character was one-dimensional. Perhaps the film's only weak point was that Mark's point of view is hidden from us. Nevertheless, I thought about old Jack and how diverse he is. Sure, this was a simple role for him. Play the husband who is too good-looking for his wife to see through. You don't think he's good-looking? He can be good-looking. He can do anything.
I most often tend to think of him as "
Chinatown." (Snarky, jerky, quick-minded, sharp-edged.) For a lot of people he's "
The Shining." (Demented, exaggerated, scary.) There are performances where he's
stunned me, like "
About Schmidt." Or those where he's repulsive, as mentioned above, in "As Good as it Gets." I've seen him play a retired astronaut and The Joker. In "
The Departed," he pulled off being violent, not to mention Irish -- which should have been unbelievable. When you give it a little thought, it's an amazing body of work.
It's tempting to say we've seen too much of Jack and Meryl. But I picked up this little movie this week, and by accident got to discover them both anew, seeing their talent as if for the first time. So, I guess I will close with a grand statement. After years of uncertainty, I am ready to admit that Jack is the best actor of his generation. And I'm ready to say the same for Meryl. Watching them act together is a damn fine way to spend an evening.