ROVIN' AND RAVIN' WITH MIKE

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Dear Hearts and Gentle Codgers

 

Return to Me Where the Money Is Where the Heart Is

Although I’ve been roving to the megaplex as regularly as usual, I haven’t been raving as much. So, this time, I want to catch you up with three gentle little films that have eased into the theaters lately: Return to Me, Where the Money Is, and Where the Heart Is.  I don’t think there is anything here that you’ll hear about at the awards ceremonies or anything that will make much of an impression on you.

If you want a film that you don’t have to fight with or think about too much—except, gee, why don’t they make more films like this anymore?—you’ll find something worth your hard-earned dollars here. These films may not have a long run, since they are short on sex, violence, and bad language, and the actors and actresses wear too many clothes. 

Return To Me  

 

     You’ve probably heard the basic story of this film already (although the previews don’t give it all away): Elizabeth (Joely Richardson) and Bob (David Duchovny) are very happily married. As Grace (Minnie Driver) is dying of heart disease, Elizabeth dies in an accident, and Elizabeth’s heart is transplanted into Grace. About a year later, Bob and Grace meet, and…. Actually, that rather gruesome melodrama is not what this film is all about. This film is very much about, you should pardon the expression, heart. The film’s own heart keeps beating steadily, keeping the level of interest up for its almost two hour run.

     A lot of that heart comes from Driver, no surprise there, and Duchovny, who is quite different from the cold fish or Fox that he plays on The X Files.  They have chemistry to spare, and they make us genuinely like the couple. More heart comes from the scenes in the Italian/Irish restaurant. Nope, you don’t get corned beef pasta, but it wouldn’t be a surprise. Robert Loggia, Carroll O’Connor and their good old boys of various ethnicities add a generous portion of ham to the menu as well. Rounding out Grace’s very well-rounded world, perhaps the fourth chamber of this heart, is the relationship of Grace’s friends, Joe (James Belushi) and Megan (Bonnie Hunt).

     There is a sweetness, a gentleness, an outright innocence about this film that is a pleasant surprise. Grace is blessed with supportive circles of friends and family, of neighborhood and familiar places and faces, and we just don’t see much friendship on film anymore. Although I imagine that it will not fare well with many critics, it is a comfortable, almost cozy film that I am not very excited about, but which I did enjoy, with a noble thought or two for my heart. 

Where the Money Is  

     Well, my money is on this gentle little film’s box office failure, unfortunately. It is, like Return to Me, a distinctly old-fashioned film. Paul Newman and Linda Fiorentino click like so many of the great romantic couples in comedies of the past, but fortunately, there is no transgenerational hanky-panky here. In fact, it recalls the kind of friendship, pal-ship, that was a standard in the days before the freedom to depict sexual scenes became a requirement to have folks jumping into bed together instead of shaking hands.

     Like Return to Me, again, there is a certain bit of story we have to get out of the way, and I’m not giving anything away here. Bank robber Henry Manning is in prison, where he suffers a stroke. He is transferred to a nursing home, where he appears to be in a vegetative state until nursing attendant Carol Ann McKay suspects that he is not in the condition he appears to be. Soon, she persuades him to pull off one more, one last robbery.

     It’s far-fetched, but again as in Return to Me, the richness of the performances and the complex give-and-take of interpersonal chemistry fill out any holes that the script may have. Even at less than an hour and a half, there are some holes and even some moments that drag, but Where the Money Is is a film, ultimately, that works and works well, and I’m so glad it does. It’s one of those films that I find myself wanting to succeed.

 

 

Where the Heart Is

Like the others in this film-ucopia, Where the Heart Is starts with a rather contrived story that gives the main character a chance to develop. In the case of Novalee Nation (Natalie Portman), pregnant teenager abandoned in a Wal-Mart parking lot, it is a chance not only to develop but also to grow up. Lacking Grace’s circles of support, she discovers those circles. She lives in the Wal-Mart, keeping tabs on what she uses, and gives birth to "the Wal-Mart" baby, becoming an instant celebrity herself. We’ve all been promised fifteen minutes of fame; how we attain it is up to us, I suppose.

Like the other films reviewed here, this one depends upon a powerful performance, that of Natalie Portman, who grows up right before our eyes. The dialogue is generally on target, although the character and words of Sister Husband (Stockard Channing) eventually become tiresome. There is a large cast, most of whom I am not listing, because it is not an ensemble cast so much as a supporting cast, giving Portman herself the support that her character receives.

All three of these films continue the recent spate of feel-good films, providing a showcase for women. But this film is too crowded. There are too many bit parts that seem like rejects from a Flannery O’Connor tale, and there is no consistency in tone, rhythm, or emotion. I’ve been looking at links among these three films, but this one could have taken some pointers from the other two, with their spare, clean lines. I’m not as taken with this film as with the others.

Keep your feet dry, and your heart full of noble thoughts.  Keep yourself open for the simple pleasures of simple films.  Just make sure you know where your heart ends up.

 

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