Alex
and Emma
Directed by: Rob Reiner
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Wither
Reiner? Or what hath Rob wrought?
Though
I certainly cannot claim to be an avid advocate of the films of Rob
Reiner, there was dependability to his work that extended from This
is Spinal Tap to A Few Good Men with notable stops for Stand
by Me, The Princess Bride and Misery. It's therefore
tough to explain such recent misguided, banal efforts as North,
The Story of Us and now Alex & Emma.
The
basic idea of his new film is so trivial one can scarcely believe anyone
would deem it commercial, even if it had been cast with Tom Cruise
and Julia Roberts in the title roles. Moreover, it's one tough
sell to imagine the project a labor of love or a "film that had to be
made."
Briefly,
here's the set up. Alex Sheldon (Luke Wilson) is blocked at page
one of his second novel. He's already received and gambled away the
sizeable advance from his publisher. In fact, he lost more than he had
and the Cuban gangsters that hold his marker have given him 30 days
to pay up or die.
With
the gun literally and figuratively at his head, he bears down on the
book. However, he realizes he's facing a gargantuan task that cannot
physically be accomplished unless he dictates it to a stenographer.
Enter Emma Dinsmore (Kate Hudson), a working girl who appears
grounded and sensible, yet accepts Alex's assignment with full knowledge
she will only be paid upon completion and submission of the text.
The
next 90 minutes are largely consumed with the two characters locked
up in Alex's crummy apartment with him relating his period romance and
the steno periodically making astute observations. In the book within
the film as presumably envisioned in the author's head, Alex is the
protagonist, an old flame is the objet d'amour and Emma plays
a series of irritating servants.
In
case you haven't guessed, this is the genre of romantic comedy in which
the leading characters start out fighting like cats and dogs and as
the action proceeds realize they are really madly in love. However,
the nature of romance has changed considerably since this scenario was
popularized in It Happened One Night, Bringing Up Baby,
The Palm Beach Story and scads of others in the 1930s and '40s.
The precious nature of the material then as now requires actors possessing
considerable charm, chemistry and pinpoint comic timing.
Ignoring
for the moment that Jeremy Leven's screenplay is awkwardly constructed,
rife with cornball clichés and virtually devoid of anything vaguely
resembling human behavior, the teaming of Hudson and Wilson is singularly
devoid of spark. I've yet to see either Wilson brother convince as a
romantic leading man - both have an objective, ironic style that belies
such a notion. And while Hudson has all the qualities in spades to be
the contemporary Carole Lombard or Myrna Loy, she is truly
defeated here by material that insists her character be a little too
dim to be embraced.
If
Reiner was indeed striving to fashion a contemporary screwball comedy,
he truly misjudged the qualities he has as a filmmaker. Reiner's humor
is grounded in reality, observational and droll. It is not madcap, dangerous
or teetering on the edge.
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