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Fair Game. It's the Beautiful versus the Ugly as Cindy
Crawford gets chased by a band of renegade Russian agents with
bad skin. Crawford plays a mini-skirted lawyer who is maybe-sort-of
about to stumble upon a band of high-tech Russian bank robbers;
the robbers, in turn, become inexplicably fixated on blowing her
up. William Baldwin plays the good cop trying to protect the girl
and kill two dozen bad guys all by himself. The entire plot seems
to be an excuse to get Crawford in and out of wet T-shirts, which
is certainly more engrossing than watching her "act."
Baldwin, by the way, also shows us places his bathing suit normally
covers. All this builds to an ending with a complexity that rivals
almost any episode of Scooby Doo. Almost.
FAITHFUL. Chazz Palminteri and Cher star in this comedy
about a hit man having a job-related mid-life crisis. Cher plays
a housewife with a Rolls Royce and a fancy house--she has everything
except the love of her husband (Ryan O'Neal), who has apparently
sent a hit man to whack her on their twentieth anniversary so
he can run off with his secretary. His plan gets complicated though
when the wife and the hit man strike up a friendship. The screenplay,
based on a play by Palminteri, doesn't have quite enough twists
to carry the story off, and events never turn as complex as it
seems they should. But Palminteri and Cher have a nice chemistry
between them and the movie has a decent number of satisfying moments.
I just wish the actors didn't keep saying the word "faithful"
over and over, with an unsettling emphasis.
A Family Thing. It goes like this: A white man discovers
he's actually the son of a black woman and that he has a brother
(black) in the big city. He goes to the city to meet his brother.
Against insurmountable odds (you know, race) they strike up a
warm relationship. Because we're all just people inside! As
dumb, implausible and potentially offensive as this plot sounds,
it ends up being a kind of charming little tale of friendship
between the two brothers, due mostly to the skill and warmth of
Robert Duvall and James Earl Jones. I'm convinced Duvall is one
of our most talented living film actors--early in this movie,
before the plot chugs into absurdity, he's just amazing. It's
a little exhausting though, the way Hollywood movies have reduced
the questions of class and race in America to a simple plot device.
Oh well, what did we expect?
Fargo. A wonderfully deadpan thriller/comedy about a couple
of mediocre psychokillers being chased by a mediocre cop. Frances
McDormand is terrific as Marge Gunderson, a patient, pregnant
chief of police plodding along after Jerry Lundergaard (William
H. Macy), a financially insolvent car dealer who has his wife
kidnapped so that he can scam the ransom money for himself. Of
course, the plan goes awry, and half the fun of this movie is
watching the perky, have-a-nice-day citizens of the northern Midwest
getting caught in the cogs of gruesome crime. Only the Coen brothers
could pull off such a effortless blend of humor and gore.
FATHER OF THE BRIDE PART II. A squeaky-clean peek at the
stress of fatherhood, with Steve Martin doing double-duty as the
expectant father and the expectant grandfather. Something about
Steve Martin is just so damn likable; even watching him run through
idiotic gags barely worthy of a sitcom is mildly pleasant. Still,
his performance here is awfully safe. In fact, everything about
this movie reeks of safety and suburbia, from the family's nice
middle-class house to the nice middle-class plot. Father of
the Bride Part II is a remake of the 1951 film Father's
Little Dividend, and retains traces of a stereotyped, 1950s'
kind of birth anxiety. Remember when fathers fainted in the waiting
room? Haven't we grown up just a little bit since then?
Feast of July. The cinematic equivalent of the alibi offered
by the man on trial for necrophilia: "Your Honor, I didn't
know she was dead; I just thought she was British." Well-acted
but painfully sloooow, Feast of July tells the tale of
a young woman (Embeth Davidtz) who is impregnated and abandoned
by a smooth-talker at some unspecified time in the past in rural
England. She travels by foot to another village in search of the
man, suffering a miscarriage along the way. Once there, she's
taken in by a kind family with three sons, all of whom fall for
her in varying degrees. Pretty much through attrition, she settles
on one before the smooth talker re-enters her life, leading to
sudden tragedy. The Merchant Ivory-film isn't bad; there's just
not much there. It's the absolute softest "R" rated
movie of all time. No nudity, no bad language and just a very
brief scene of violence.
FIRST KNIGHT. A round table, a love triangle, a square
movie. Sean Connery plays King Arthur with his usual regal gravity,
Richard Gere reinvents Sir Lancelot as a manic-depressive (but
mostly manic) derring-doer, and Julia Ormond is Guinevere, the
doe-eyed, perpetually confused object of their love. The film
vacillates between blustery action sequences and moments of cheesy
romantic tension, including a rather pornographic scene in which
Gere channels rainwater into Guinevere's mouth via a big leaf.
Flirting With Disaster. David O. Russell, director of Spanking
the Monkey, continues his investigation of the zany problem
of instability in one's parents in Flirting With Disaster,
the story of an adopted guy (Ben Stiller) who goes to look for
his birth parents. He takes along his wife (Patricia Arquette)
and a sexy adoption counselor (Tea Leone), who keeps matching
him up with the wrong set of parents. This movie is funny but
ultimately quite predictable, with a theme borrowed from the Wizard
of Oz and a final ascension of family values. Comedy/insight/entertainment-wise,
it's about at the level of Seinfeld, only longer. Check
out the wickedly funny performance by Mary Tyler Moore.
Flower Of My Secret. Famed Spanish director Pedro Almodovar
takes a stab at melodrama in his most earnest work to date. The
film is dotted with delightful high points and disappointing lows
as Leo, a middle-aged romance writer, negotiates the loss of the
love of her husband. Almodovar is best known for his comedies,
and sometimes it's hard to tell if this movie is satirical. The
illogical script is also sometimes annoying, but when things are
working in this movie, it has the quality of life being portrayed
as it really is, instead of all chewed up and processed like in
Hollywood movies.
FLUKE. A businessman (Matthew Modine) dies in a car accident,
comes back to life as a cute dog, and remembers enough of his
past to track down his wife (Nancy Travis) and son and try to
love them again. This misguided children's movie has enough heartwarming
doggy scenes to fill a dozen Disney flicks, but underneath all
the fur lies a very adult story of karmic redemption that few
kids are likely to appreciate. What starts off as a children's
mystery gives way to a rather painful tale of lost human ideals,
with oddly perverse scenes where the protagonist whimpers while
watching his wife go to bed with his best friend. It's an unwittingly
subversive little picture, curiously inappropriate but strangely
effective.
FORGET PARIS. Director-actor Billy Crystal has created
a new, rather bland concoction: Woody Allen Lite. In this all-too-formulaic
tale of the ups and downs of a relationship, Crystal tries, with
occasional success, to turn the banal disappointments of marriage
into comic fodder. Co-starring with Debra Winger (who comes across
as attractive but oddly unsympathetic), Crystal's livelier gags
soon give way to masturbation jokes and mediocre, forced melodrama.
It's sort of like When Harry Almost Divorced Sally. And
oooh, somebody turn down that saccharine lite-jazz score.
FORREST GUMP. Tom Hanks jogs into Being There territory
with this absorbing, innocent-eyed tour through recent American
history. Hanks is endearing as the title character, a simpleton
with a heart of gold whose integrity allows him to succeed through
decades of adversity. The movie's affirmation of American underdog
ideals is probably the key to its popularity, but it's more enjoyable
as a cultural sight-and-sound show than as anything meaningful.
Director Robert Zemeckis' fantastic integration of state-of-the-art
special effects lends itself well to the movie's aura of magical
realism, but upon post-movie reflection you may discover that
you've succumbed to a cinematically-enhanced placebo effect.
FRENCH KISS. Meg
Ryan's shtick as a naive, pouty, perky
romantic lead has officially worn out its welcome. In what amounts
to When Pierre Met Sally, Ryan and co-star Kevin Kline
undergo a long friendship/courtship while Ryan sneaks around France
plotting to win back her fiance (Timothy Hutton), who has fallen for a Parisian barbie-doll type. Kline rises to the occasion as
an impotent, heavily accented jewel thief, but for once, Ryan's
wide-eyed mannerisms fail her. Wet-duck-fuzz hair aside, Ryan
is beginning to look like the Doris Day of the '90s. The slapstick
script, which includes scenes of our heroine vomiting due to lactose
intolerance and toppling backwards over a dessert cart, doesn't
help.
French Twist. A zippy French sex farce about a husband,
a wife and the wife's butch girlfriend that generously expands
the notion of what it means to be a family. Loli (Victoria Abril)
is married to Laurent (Alain Chabat), a handsome and charming
philanderer. One day while he's out carousing with his mistress,
Marijo (Josiane Balasko) has car trouble and stops by to use Loli's
phone, and I think we all know what that means. The story
occasionally leans too heavily on the apparently exotic fact that
the wife is having an affair with a woman, but the story is so
good-natured that it manages to overcome its fascination with
its own "daringness."
The Frighteners. Peter Jackson's follow-up after the critically
acclaimed Heavenly Creatures is a surprisingly unambitious,
B-style horror movie. Michael J. Fox stars as Frank Bannister,
a "psychic investigator" who uses his genuine ability
to commune with the dead to swindle the bereaved into using his
services. Then a real, totally malevolent ghost shows up and begins
knocking off townspeople left and right, and Bannister must finally
use his powers for good. Part horror movie, part comedy, The
Frighteners tries to play both ends against the middle and
ends up not being consistently funny or consistently scary. The
special effects are great though, and you can't beat that campy,
seventies, B-movie feeling.
From Dusk Till Dawn. If you still can't get enough of vampires,
this movie should help you reach your quota. George Clooney and
Quentin Tarantino play bad-boy brothers who hijack a nice, upstanding
minister (Harvey Keitel) and his family and force them to drive
their big, American RV to Mexico. There, they go to a sleazy bar
where, suddenly, everyone turns into vampires! Not quite camp,
not quite a straight adventure movie, From Dusk Till Dawn
inhabits a twilight region between the two where you don't know
if the next twist of the plot is going to be funny or frightening.
For those of us raised in front of TV sets, the buckets of blood
and media references seem like a silly joke. Those less bewitched
by the tube will probably be sickened.
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