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Bringing Up the Rearing: "Life as We Know It," "It's Kind of a Funny Story," "My Soul to Take," and "Secretariat" PDF Print E-mail
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Written by Mike Schulz   
Sunday, 10 October 2010 17:52

Katherine Heigl, Josh Duhamel, and Alexis, Brooke, or Brynn Clagett in Life as We Know ItLIFE AS WE KNOW IT

For whatever else it is, the romantic comedy Life as We Know It is certainly the year’s most inaptly titled movie, since it doesn’t present a version of life as anyone would know it.  

Forget, if you can, the wholly implausible plot, in which control freak Katherine Heigl and love-’em-and-leave-’em lothario Josh Duhamel are, to their comic horror, named caretakers to their best friends’ one-year-old after the child’s folks die in a car crash. (These sensible, responsible parents never discussed this arrangement with their pals?) And forget, too, the crushingly predictable series of happenstances that leads the eternally bickering Heigl and Duhamel to fall slowly but madly in love. Would three or more days really pass, as the film indicates, before the pair first had to change the tot’s diaper? Would the level-headed agent from social services really let slide Heigl’s obvious drunkenness? Would Duhamel’s assistant director for televised NBA games really receive a promotion so soon after his hideous botch of a live-TV debut? Would any young couple not related to Gates or Zuckerberg really be able to afford such an upscale Atlanta dwelling? (The film’s final overhead shot reveals that, unbeknownst to us, our squabbling leads have been living in Tara this whole time.)

Still, I’ve seen worse Katherine Heigl rom-coms than Life as We Know It – hell, thanks to Killers, I’ve seen worse Katherine Heigl rom-coms in the past six months – and am grateful for its numerous small pleasures. Josh Lucas makes for an endearing, courtly romantic rival, Melissa McCarthy is hilarious as a lightly condescending Southern belle, and while no movie should be so stupid as to kill off Mad Men’s Christina Hendricks in the opening reel, a few minutes with Hendricks are better than none at all. Events may – surprise! – climax with a frenzied rush to an airport, but at least the payoff is surprising; rather than the leads, it’s that social worker, played by a wonderfully sharp Sarah Burns, who ends up in tears. And while Heigl is Heigl, which is mostly irritating, and Duhamel is Duhamel, which is mostly innocuous, that baby – or rather, the trio of babies that portray that baby – is amazing, with an adorable habit of cocking her head(s) and smiling at her new guardians with a crinkly squint that suggests, “You have no clue what you’re doing, do you?” You may not believe a minute of director Greg Berlanti’s (baby-)formula outing, but you still might, against your better judgment, have a not-bad time. That’s Hollywood as we know it.

 

Keir Gilchrist and Zach Galifianakis in It's Kind of a Funny StoryIT’S KIND OF A FUNNY STORY

Based on the well-regarded novel by Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story tells the tale of the clinically depressed, potentially suicidal 16-year-old Craig (Keir Gilchrist), who learns to live, laugh, and love during a five-day stint in a New York mental hospital. Yet before you shout, “Check, please!”, know that this dramatic comedy written and directed by Sugar’s Ryan Fleck and Anna Boden is nowhere near as treacly and insufferable as that description indicates. To be sure, you can’t miss its somewhat awkward, Cuckoo’s-Nest-meets-Breakfast-Club vibe; in one scene that finds Craig and his damaged love interest (Emma Roberts) racing through the ward while avoiding the doctors’ and guards’ notice, several shots are even lifted directly from John Hughes’ classic. And there’s no getting around the occasionally sticky sentimentality, the distractingly tame fantasy sequences (the “Under Pressure” routine is particularly timid), Roberts’ beauty amounting to little more than a convenient plot device, and too many of the film’s unbalanced characters – such as Craig’s middle-aged, bed-ridden, Egyptian roommate (Bernard White) – used for cheap poignancy and cheaper laughs. Yet the movie still emerges as a smart, completely engaging exploration of a self-flagellating over-achiever, filmed with enormous empathy for all of its troubled characters, and chock-full of beautifully thoughtful and emotionally incisive moments. (Against all expectation – and certainly against the tenor of the film’s trailers – most of them are provided by a marvelously subtle, haunted Zach Galifianakis.) Gilchrist, who’s wonderful as Toni Colette’s son on United States of Tara, may never possess the presence of a true film star, but he's ideally cast as our gawky and confused hero, and the movie is wise to surround him by an ensemble loaded with talents, none better than the miraculously fine and relaxedly forceful Viola Davis. (Lost’s Jeremy Davies also shows up, and in a minor casting miracle, portrays one of the film’s least twitchy figures.) Like Gilchrist’s Craig, It’s Kind of a Funny Story has legitimate problems. Also like Craig, it manages – through a happy and rather inspiring turn of events – to overcome them.

 

John Magaro, Max Thieriot, and Denzel Whitaker in My Soul to TakeMY SOUL TO TAKE

I truly can’t describe the shock I felt in the first 10 minutes of My Soul to Take. The prelude wasn’t particularly frightening, but I was staggered to realize its demonically possessed psychopath was being played by one of my theatre idols, Broadway-legend-in-the-making Raúl Esparza. And I just about swallowed my gum when his appearance was followed by the arrivals of equally formidable New York stage actors Harris Yulin and Jessica Hecht; if I hadn’t known it was a Wes Craven picture, I would’ve presumed that My Soul to Take was directed, from beyond the grave, by Joseph Papp himself. As a whole, writer/director Craven’s movie – which concerns a septet of high schoolers attempting to survive the anniversary of Esparza’s (presumed) demise, with one of them perhaps the demon’s new host – is nothing more than a moderately clever, surprisingly not-sucky horror trifle. Yet it boasts some astonishing scenes of tension, spectacularly hostile verbal assaults (particularly between Hecht and Emily Mead), and major narrative jolts; as in Scream and its first sequel, Craven kills off characters you don’t necessarily want to see killed, and almost never in the order you expect. The 3D presentation is an underwhelming, completely arbitrary addition to the proceedings, but considering how spiky and enjoyable My Soul to Take actually is, suddenly the prospect of next year’s Scream 4 is no longer cause for dread.

 

Diane Lane in SecretariatSECRETARIAT

Thanks to the good folks at radio station 104.9 FM, Disney, and Rave Motion Pictures Davenport 53, I was able to catch a sneak preview of director Randall Wallace’s Secretariat two days before its official opening. And I’m awfully glad I did, because the extra 48 hours has allowed me to calm down enough to not tear the film to shreds the way I otherwise might’ve. My immediate, active loathing of this shamelessly and relentlessly calculated heart-tugger – a movie that doesn’t feature even one believable interaction, spontaneous-seeming moment, or imaginative performance (John Malkovich, here, is Malkovich for people who don’t like Malkovich) – has dulled to a profound yet resigned dislike. Lots of viewers, among them those who whistled and applauded at my screening, will no doubt love the film. For my part, I’m just proud that I opted not to lead this week’s reviews with the well-photographed but offensively fraudulent Secretariat, because the only-somewhat-jokey headline “Horse Shit” may have been too tempting to pass up.

LIFE AS WE KNOW IT

For whatever else it is, the romantic comedy Life as We Know It is certainly the year’s most inaptly titled movie, since it doesn’t present a version of life as anyone would know it.

Forget, if you can, the wholly implausible plot, in which control freak Katherine Heigl and love-’em-and-leave-’em lothario Josh Duhamel are, to their comic horror, named caretakers to their best friends’ one-year-old after the child’s folks die in a car crash. (These sensible, responsible parents never discussed this arrangement with their pals?) And forget, too, the crushingly predictable series of happenstances that leads the eternally bickering Heigl and Duhamel to fall slowly but madly in love. Would three or more days really pass, as the film indicates, before the pair first had to change the tot’s diaper? Would the level-headed agent from social services really let slide Heigl’s obvious drunkenness? Would Duhamel’s assistant director for televised NBA games really receive a promotion so soon after his hideous botch of a live-TV debut? Would any young couple not related to Gates or Zuckerberg really be able to afford such an upscale Atlanta dwelling? (The film’s final overhead shot reveals that, unbeknownst to us, our squabbling leads have been living in Tara this whole time.)

Still, I’ve seen worse Katherine Heigl rom-coms than Life as We Know It – hell, thanks to Killers, I’ve seen worse Katherine Heigl rom-coms in the past six months – and am grateful for its numerous small pleasures. Josh Lucas makes for an endearing, courtly romantic rival, Melissa McCarthy is hilarious as a lightly condescending Southern belle, and while no movie should be so stupid as to kill off Mad Men’s Christina Hendricks in the opening reel, a few minutes with Hendricks are better than none at all. Events may – surprise! – climax with a frenzied rush to an airport, but at least the payoff is surprising; rather than the leads, it’s that social worker, played by a wonderfully sharp Sarah Burns, who ends up in tears. And while Heigl is Heigl, which is mostly irritating, and Duhamel is Duhamel, which is mostly innocuous, that baby – or rather, the trio of babies that portray that baby – is amazing, with an adorable habit of cocking her head(s) and smiling at her new guardians with a crinkly squint that suggests, “You have no clue what you’re doing, do you?” You may not believe a minute of director Greg Berlanti’s (baby-)formula outing, but you still might, against your better judgment, have a not-bad time. That’s Hollywood as we know it.


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