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'Goodbye Lover' Isn't Just About Making Fun Of People-It's Also About Making Fun Of Religion And Other Things.
By James DiGiovanna
(Note: Reviewers and pundits like to make much of the age difference
between actors involved in on-screen romances. To aid you in outrage
and/or awe, I've included the birthdays of all the major stars
in this film.)
PATRICIA ARQUETTE (April 8, 1968) stars in Goodbye Lover,
a new noir comedy that has received positive reviews for its sense
of humor and twisty plot, and some negative reviews on its ethics.
Probably a lot of the trouble stems from the film's disdain for
Christianity, the religion that brought us the Crusades and living
cookies.
While Goodbye Lover's steamy sex scenes get their kick
without revealing any part of the body normally covered by a bathing
suit, their setting and accouterment could be a problem for the
ethically minded critic. The first scene d'amour takes
place in a Christian church, where the organist gives new meaning
to his job title by getting a little action while playing Bach.
This caused my movie companion, who wished to remain nameless,
to mincingly spout, "Deliciously wicked!"
Later in the film a Mormon police officer is mercilessly teased
by his cynical lesbian partner. Played to a tee by Ellen Degeneres
(January 26, 1958), who's much funnier in her last two movie appearances
than she was in her TV series, Sgt. Rita Pompano gets most of
the best lines in the film. Asked by her innocent partner why
she's so negative, she pauses thoughtfully and replies, "Because
somebody killed Bambi's mom." Wondering why anyone with such
a general disdain for humanity would take a job whose motto is
"Serve and Protect," the partner asks Sgt. Pompano what
reasons she could have for being a police officer. Ellen nails
the comeback line, "Because every once in a while I get to
shoot somebody," getting bonus laughs with her newly perfected
sense of comic timing and intonation.
The story isn't just about making fun of people who believe that
virgins give birth to fleshy little gods, though. There's also
some nice jabs at Tony Robbins, the self-help, other-hurt guru
with the advanced case of monsterism who preaches the virtues
of selfishness. Robbins is the unwilling narrator of this film-noir
comedy, as Arquette's character Sandra Dunmore recites along with
tapes of Robbins espousing his "go for it" philosophy.
Sandra's version of "going for it" apparently involves
having an affair with her husband's wealthy older brother, played
by Don Johnson (December 15, 1949). She tells Johnson's character,
Ben Dunmore, that he's an awesome lover, would he like some olives
with his Nazi leather sex, and isn't it time to kill his brother
so the two of them can live happily ever after?
Ben Dunmore isn't too keen on killing his brother, or, as it
turns out, on olive-coated Nazi leather sex, so he dumps Sandra
and hooks up with his hyper-innocent assistant, Peggy Blaine,
played by Mary-Louise Parker (August 2, 1964). This seems to enrage
Sandra, who expresses anger by stripping down to her lace-top
thigh-highs and hiding out in Ben's car.
Ben's brother Jake is played by Dermot Mulroney (October 31,
1963), who, in real life, is married to Catherine Keener (whose
date of birth is listed only as "circa 1959"), one of
the best screen actresses of all time. She's not in the movie,
but I thought I should include her rough birth date for purpose
of comparison. Anyway, younger brother Jake calls Ben, tells him
he knows about the affair and is going to kill himself, and Ben
comes running, only to find that things are not as they seemed.
At this point the plot gets as complicated and dangerous as a
Tucson suicide lane at 4:01 p.m. Soon, bodies are piling up and
double-indemnity insurance clauses are kicking in. Investigating
the murders (it's best I not ruin the 14 plot twists by saying
who gets murdered by whom), Degeneres' Sgt. Pompano arrives to
add some official, police-based sleaziness to the amateur, civilian
sleaziness provided by Arquette and company. In this vein, Pompano
has to tie up Arquette into a variety of aesthetically pleasing
bondage poses while questioning her.
When she's not hog-tied on her back, Arquette's character responds
to the deaths of those around her with an increased interest in
Martha Stewart, who we just know would find the perfect swan-shaped
cocktail bowls for the funeral buffet.
As Arquette's Martha Stewart/Tony Robbins world keeps her moving
forward, Degeneres' cynicism helps her close in, and the two provide
neatly antithetical views of contemporary womanhood coming into
deadly conflict. Well, not really, but they are amusing together.
There's also some nice sub-plot stuff about Don Johnson's public
relations firm, where he's considered "the six-headed Vishnu
of P.R.," and a scandal wherein a senator has to suck up
to the religious vote because another man was caught sucking up
to him. Layers of sleaze like this push the plot forward, but
the real force of the film is Degeneres' humor, without which
this would be just a mediocre Double Indemnity ripoff.
While Goodbye Lover is certainly not Oscar material, it'll
at least keep you reasonably entertained for two of the 672 hours
remaining until Star Wars--Episode 1: The Phantom Menace opens
in theaters everywhere.
Goodbye Lover is playing at Century Gateway (792-9000),
Century Park (620-0750) and Foothills (742-6174)
cinemas.
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