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Sunday, May 1, 2016

REVIEW 387: MOTHER’S DAY


Release date:
April 29, 2016
Director:
Garry Marshall
Cast:





Language:
Jennifer Aniston, Julia Roberts, Kate Hudson, Jason Sudeikis, Timothy Olyphant, Shay Mitchell, Britt Robertson, Jack Whitehall, Sarah Chalke, Margo Martindale, Hector Elizondo, Aasif Mandvi, Robert Pine
English


The things star power can persuade us to do. This weekend, the combined allure of Julia Roberts, Jennifer Aniston and Kate Hudson drew me to a theatre on a maniacally busy, I-don’t-have-time-to-breathe sort of day to watch Garry Marshall’s Mother’s Day.

It is not that the film held out the promise of being another Pretty Woman, Marshall’s career-defining 1990 film that made Roberts a household name. It did not. Mother’s Day is in the same league as the director’s Valentine’s Day (2010) and New Year’s Eve (2011), with an all-star ensemble cast and multi-strand format.

With three female leads, one male lead and a couple at the centre of the action, Mother’s Day is less crowded than those other two films. The quality, however, is many steps down, which says a lot considering that V-Day and NYE were just timepass fare. Hopefully this brings to a close the director’s fixation on festival-related relationship sagas. God, please make him stop at a trilogy. A quartet will be beyond endurance.

Aniston here plays interior designer Sandy, a middle-aged, divorced mother of two young boys, who gets along well with her ex-husband Henry (Timothy Olyphant). Her travails in the film revolve around Henry’s unexpected announcement that he has married the young-enough-to-be-his-daughter Tina (Shay Mitchell from TV’s Pretty Little Liars).

Sandy’s friend Jesse (Hudson) and her sister Gabi (Sarah Chalke, familiar again to Indian viewers primarily from TV’s Scrubs) are having relationship troubles of their own. Both are keeping crucial secrets from their overbearing, prejudiced parents.

Meanwhile, Sandy bumps into a fitness trainer called Bradley (Jason Sudeikis). He is a widower with two daughters and is still pining for his wife (Jennifer Garner) who passed away an entire year back, so you know from 10 miles away where that thread is headed.

On the professional front, Sandy is sought out for a design project by Lance Wallace (Hector Elizondo), agent of the hugely successful writer-entrepreneur Miranda (Roberts).

Elsewhere in the same town, as Mother’s Day approaches, Jesse’s friend Kristin (Britt Robertson) is hesitant to marry the father of her baby, her comedian boyfriend Zack (Jack Whitehall), for reasons yet undisclosed, although she is very much in love with him.

Mother’s Day is clearly intended as a light-hearted yet emotional look at womanhood, motherhood and parenthood in general as the day commemorating maternity approaches. Its Achilles heel is its other obvious intention: to manipulate us by any means available.

To be fair, the film is harmless fun in the first half even when it is not being particularly original. Besides, Aniston, Hudson, Roberts and Sudeikis are so likeable that it is near-impossible not to succumb to their appeal, even if Roberts is given surprisingly little to do in comparison with the others and her body looks impossibly padded up to make her look older for reasons that will become evident when you see the film.

But as the second half rolls along, Mother’s Day gets mushier and progressively more emotionally calculated, till it feels as though Marshall is not aiming at even an iota of depth. Perhaps he feels secure in the knowledge that audiences are easily pleased when so much charisma and beauty are on display. Perhaps, like generations of Hindi filmmakers, he feels the mere mention of Maaaaa is enough to reduce us to messy puddles of tears.

He is right up to a point (I confess). But even a schmaltzy-pretty combine can go only so far when the writing is so lazy and so transparent in its effort to pull at the heartstrings.

The bottom-of the-barrel moment of maudlin manipulativeness comes towards the end when Zack goes on stage with his baby in his arms during a comedy contest, delivers just one funny line in his entire routine, yet wins, no doubt on the strength of the kid’s cuteness alone. Apparently, his audience is as easily pleased as the one Marshall is targeting with Mother’s Day.

The shameless mushiness leads to an unintentionally amusing moment at one point when the baby’s Mummy, Kristin, confides in Jesse that she was given up for adoption by her birth mother. “I have abandonment issues,” she says in a weepy voice that is unwittingly hilarious.

While parts of the film are purportedly liberal, Roberts’ character Miranda uses the word “career” as if it means “that thing women do to fill up an emotional void” or “the thing that leaves women with no time to have romantic relationships and children”. She says it twice in a tone that suggests these implications are obvious.

Mother’s Day is silly. It is a measure of the cast’s collective charm that the film is not entirely unbearable.

Rating (out of five): *1/2

CBFC Rating (India):
U/A
Running time:
MPAA Rating (US):
119 minutes 
PG-13 (for language and some suggestive material)
Release date in US:
April 29, 2016

  

Monday, December 1, 2014

REVIEW 306: HORRIBLE BOSSES 2

Release date (India):
November 28, 2014
Director:
Sean Anders
Cast:




Language:
Jason Bateman, Charlie Day, Jason Sudeikis, Jennifer Aniston, Chris Pine, Kevin Spacey, Christoph Waltz, Jamie Foxx
English


This review is not against sex comedies.

Now that we’ve clarified that right at the start, let’s point out the real issue with Horrible Bosses 2: lazy writing and tired ‘jokes’. Take for example that early scene with two men in a shower cubicle made of translucent material. One is on his knees fixing bathroom equipment, but what we see outside in silhouette is the appearance of him performing fellatio on the other guy. It’s a device as old as the Himalayas, like shadow play between two characters suggesting intercourse of some sort when in fact the persons involved are doing something thoroughly mundane. C’mon, even Indra Kumar’s Grand Masti delivered a similar cliché last year!

For the most part, Horrible Bosses 2 feels like it’s written by a particularly immature, unoriginal pre-teen. Arrested Development would have been a good title for the story of that writer, except that that name is already taken by the TV show starring Jason Bateman who is one of two primary reasons why I opted to see this film in the first place. The other: Jennifer Aniston.

Bateman played a loveable – and extremely sweet-looking – teenager in the 1980s American teleserial The Hogan Family. He stood out back then too for his nice-guy charm. Three decades later, that aura is still intact, and to be fair, his character in this film gets the least of the crass lines mouthed by the lead cast.

Jen Aniston, of course, is Jen Aniston. She’s so charismatic and adorable that I even watched the very drab Meet The Millers in 2013, because she who played Rachel in Friends was that film’s heroine. It is tragic then to see her helming possibly the most low-brow conversation of HB2’s many low-brow conversations, involving a detailed, anatomically precise description of her sexual fantasies about men. If she doesn’t watch out, she will soon become another Cameron Diaz, wasting her talent, beauty and screen presence on ordinary or cheap comedies that don’t deserve her. And why oh why is she getting her face stretched and pulled to be so unnaturally unlined? Oh Rache, your loveliness lies in how that smile travels from your lips to your eyes. You are risking losing that because some idiots out there equate beauty with smooth skin.

The story of HB2, for what it’s worth, is about the three friends from HB1 – Nick (Bateman), Kurt (Jason Sudeikis) and Dale (Charlie Day) – who decide to start a new business. When millionaire Burt Hanson (Christoph Waltz) tries to cheat them out of their venture, they plan to get back at him and simultaneously save their new enterprise by kidnapping his son (Chris Pine).

The sad part of this film is that it had potential. First, when the writing by Sean Anders and John Morris is not being slothfully unimaginative, it’s funny in places. For instance, when the lead trio try to ensure that they don’t lose the police who are chasing their car, the result is a hilarious stretch which owes its hilarity not to abuse or distasteful cracks about adult and child rape that we get elsewhere in the film, but to the effective interspersing of stillness and frenzy. Second, just count the formidable number of Oscar, Golden Globe, SAG, Emmy, BAFTA and Cannes awards on the bookshelves of this cast! Why oh why did they agree to do this low-IQ film?

I know, I know, the answer lies in the box-office potential of comedies of every variety, and the success of Part 1. I confess I didn’t watch the first film – in spite of Bateman and Aniston being in the cast – because of its listless title. However, it got relatively good reviews and this time I thought: how bad can a poorly-named film possibly be if it stars these two? As it turns out, very bad indeed. The addition of the killingly talented Christoph Waltz to the acting rolls only adds to the heartache in watching this bland, mindless, ordinary film.

Rating (out of five): *

CBFC Rating (India):
A
Running time:
MPAA Rating (US):
108 minutes
R (for strong crude sexual content and language throughout)
Release date in France:
November 26, 2014