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THE SHOWBUZZDAILY REVIEW: "The Vow"



THE VOW:  Not Even For Free - Forget About It

This year has brought us a far-fetched, but ultimately moving and deeply romantic story about a couple who have finally gotten together and married after a great deal of turmoil and who then face their greatest challenge of all:  a fluke accident deprives the wife of any memory of her beloved, and when, despite all his desperate efforts, he's unable to make her remember their past, he sets out, with equal parts tenderness and determination, to make her fall in love with him all over again.

I speak, of course, of the final season of Chuck.

As it happens, the new movie THE VOW tells much the same story, only without the chase scenes and machine gun battles.  Unfortunately the filmmakers also left out the emotional depth and snappy dialogue that Chuck provided.  In their stead, we get much sappiness and almost nothing that's convincing.  


In The Vow's version, Paige (Rachel McAdams) and Leo (Channing Tatum) are 4 years married, and share a marital bliss that only movie couples about to suffer tragedy are permitted.  She's a sculptor and he owns a struggling recording studio; their combined incomes allow them to own a house and studio roughly the size of a city block.  One night a truck rear-ends their car, and Paige is propelled through the windshield in slow-motion (miraculously without shedding a drop of blood).  When she comes out of her coma, she's fine... except that she's entirely forgotten the events of the last 5 years, which includes her entire relationship with Leo.  As much as he lovingly leads her through their things and prompts her with memories, he remains a complete stranger to her.

The people she does remember are those from earlier in her life, and conveniently for the movie's sake, it turns out that this was just about the time she completely changed everything in her lifestyle, leaving law school, the suburbs, her parents (Sam Neill and Jessica Lange) and her then-fiancee Jeremy (Scott Speedman) for reasons that aren't revealed until the end of the story.  Since she doesn't remember the reason she left them, those are the people she now feels comfortable with, and she goes back to her former pre-marriage life.

This is where The Vow almost threatens to become interesting, because the old Paige was very nearly a Mean Girl, a rich, closed-off law student whose friends might as well be named Muffy and Heather.  A movie about a free spirit who retreats to the world of snobbery and creature comforts might have something on its mind, but this isn't that movie.  The script, credited to the team of Abby Kohn & Marc Silverstein (responsible for He's Just Not That Into You and Valentine's Day) and shockingly to the great Jason Katims, of Friday Night Lights and Parenthood (one would like to think his contribution was limited to Leo's recording studio, since it echoes a plotline on Parenthood), makes Paige's parents cartoons of well-off arrogance, and the ex-fiancee is of course an insensitive villain who ultimately has to be punched by Leo.  So Paige's desire to re-enter their clearly inferior world just makes her seem like an idiot, and the explanation of why she moved away in the first place is a silly plot revelation.

Tatum and McAdams are both likable, charismatic performers, and they're all The Vow has going for it (aside from one decent scene for Jessica Lange in the last reel), but they don't have the tools to create characters that aren't on the page.  Tatum mostly looks doggedly puppydogish (taking off his shirt at every opportunity), while McAdams alternates between "puzzled" and "troubled".

The direction of Michael Sucsy, who made the HBO Grey Gardens, is slick and completely lacking in personality, as are the technical credits.  You know a romantic movie is in trouble when the central couple temporarily break up and you find yourself thinking that maybe they really are better off apart; The Vow accomplishes the truly difficult feat of making Nicholas Sparks adaptations look nuanced and convincing.



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"MIDNIGHT IN PARIS" : Ah, Paree!


Worth A Ticket; A tasty croissant from Woody Allen.

Woody Allen interrupts the opening credits of his new comedy MIDNIGHT IN PARIS to insert a montage of lovely Paris locations.  I mention this because after more than 40 years and as many films, the rules of Woody-land seem as fixed and immutable as the laws of physics, starting with his white-on-black credits.  This time, though, Allen has relaxed his grip, turned on the charm, and the result is something we haven't seen from him in a remarkably long time: a genuine comedy.  You can't really call it counter-programming to Pirates of the Caribbean 4 when one is in 4000+ theatres and the other is in 6, but for those lucky enough to live in one of the cities where it's playing, there's no comparison.



For fans of Woody Allen, it's almost impossible to view any new film he directs without immediately assigning it a place in his repertory.  So to answer the immediate questions:  no, Midnight In Paris isn't a return to the glory days of his astounding string of masterworks that ran, more or less, from Sleeper in 1973 through Crimes and Misdemeanors in 1989 .  (It wasn't an unbroken string--personally I'm a fan of Interiors and Stardust Memories, can't really defend A Midsummer Night's Sex Comedy or September--but still.)  It's not quite as great as his finest recent film, Vicky Cristina Barcelona.  But you'd have to go back to Small Time Crooks in 2000, maybe even Bullets Over Broadway in 1994, to find a more more sheerly enjoyable work by the master.

The problem with saying much about Midnight is that it's the first Allen film since, maybe, ever, that could use a spoiler alert--the movie's twist is its entire plot.  So stop reading after this paragraph if you don't want to know more than the basic premise, which is that Gil (Owen Wilson), a disaffected screenwriter working on a novel, has come with his fiancee Inez (Rachel McAdams) for a trip to Paris, where Gil indulges his passion for the history of the city (specifically the 1920s generation of Hemingway and Fitzgerald). while Inez shops with her parents (Kurt Fuller and Mimi Kennedy) and makes the acquaintance again of her old professor Paul (Michael Sheen).   Gil starts to wander the city at night, and...  

Here's the Spoiler Alert:  read on at your own risk.

At midnight, an antique auto pulls up where Gil is standing, and he's invited for a ride.  The passengers, it turns out, are none other than F Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald.  Somehow, he's been transported to the days of The Lost Generation.  The Fitzgeralds bring Gil to a party, and soon he's hob-nobbing with the likes of Hemingway, Picasso, Gertrude Stein and Salvador Dali.  Gil is intoxicated by life among the artists he's always revered, and soon enough he meets the lovely Adriana (Marion Cotillard), a designer and muse to many of the local geniuses.  He's smitten by her, and her period of life, and he finds himself needing to decide how--and when--he wants to live.

These themes aren't new to Allen:  just listen to the soundtrack to any of his films and you know his own affinity with the jazz era.  One of his most celebrated short stories is "The Kugelmass Episode," in which a modern-day professor finds himself in the world of "Madame Bovary," and any list of his greatest films would have to include The Purple Rose of Cairo, in which Mia Farrow's miserable housewife gets to interact with the movie characters she loves.  Midnight doesn't cut nearly as deep as Cairo--Gil's conflicts are relatively minor, and his "real" world exists in Allen's default, somewhat lazy millieu of well-off, erudite cardboard--and that makes it clearly the lesser film.  

Nevertheless, the movie gives great pleasure.  Owen Wilson is, somewhat surprisingly, the most engaging hero Allen's had in a long time, not only speaking the tricky dialogue without falling into Allen-imitation, but bringing heart to the role.  McAdams has the unenviable duty of playing the superficial, insensitive fiancee, but she underplays the bitchiness enough so at least you can believe she and Wilson as a couple.  It would have been nice if Cotillard's character had been written as more nuanced; nonetheless, she provides the dream-girl beauty the part requires.  Adrien Brody, as one of the 1920s celebrities, comes as close as anyone could to stealing the movie in just one scene, and Allison Pill and Kathy Bates are also marvelous as people of the time, as is Lea Seydoux as a sympathetic salesgirl Gil meets in the present.  Cinematographer Darius Khondji, encouraged to make Paris look as gorgeous as possible, has given Allen spectacular visuals, and Alisa Lepselter's editing keeps the movie moving smoothly.

Midnight In Paris touches on some heavy themes, like living in the present and (as ever with Allen) the use of art to hold back the uncertainty of a chaotic universe, but oh so gently.  It seems the movie, and its maker, mostly wanted to give us all a lovely holiday in a glamorous place, and that's what he's delivered.

(MIDNIGHT IN PARIS - Sony Pictures Classics - PG 13 - 94 minutes - Director/Script:  Woody Allen - Cast:  Owen Wilson, Rachel McAdams, Marion Cotillard, Lea Seydoux, Kurt Fuller, Mimi Kennedy, Tom Hilddleston, Allison Pill, Kathy Bates, Adrien Brody - 6 Theatres)

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ARCHIVE REVIEW: "Morning Glory"



On Homevideo and VOD:  At Home In Your Home

Morning Glory didn't make Rachel McAdams into the new Julia Roberts/Katherine Heigl/Sandra Bullock (it grossed around $53M worldwide), despite the strong pedigree of having been written by Aline Brosh McKenna (The Devil Wears Prada), and directed by Roger Michell (Notting Hill). It's not really a romantic comedy at all, nor was it intended to be--Becky Fuller (McAdams) meets Adam Bennett (Patrick Wilson) early on, and there's not much in the way of them being together. The picture is actually more of a Broadcast News-lite, with Becky coming to the dying newsroom of a network morning show, and bringing it back to life. Reflecting the media world's new reality, this time around there's little handwringing about the fact that Becky succeeds by dumbing down the show and making it tabloid and You Tube-friendly; that's just taken for granted (which pretty much tears the guts out of any hope for a smart commentary on those themes). Instead, the film comes to center on the virtual father-daughter relationship that develops between Becky and Mike Pomeroy (Harrison Ford), the bristly and arrogant old-school anchor whose journalistic principles are mostly equated here with ego. McAdams and Ford have charisma to spare and act off each other marvelously, the strong supporting cast includes Diane Keaton, John Pankow, and Jeff Goldblum, and the Michell/McKenna team keeps things moving and amusing. It all makes for a perfectly pleasant couple of hours that has arrived in its true home on the small screen.


--Mitch Salem

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