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DVD review: Robert De Niro wants you to know that “Everybody’s Fine”

Robert De Niro stars in Everybody’s Fine, a remake of a 1990 Italian film starring Marcello Mastroianni. You can feel the sentimental influence from the earlier film all over this remake, out today on DVD; it drips from every frame of the movie. It’s not necessarily what one expects from De Niro, the star of Raging Bull, Cape Fear and Heat, but after a lifetime of portrayals of brutal men on film like the ones he’s made with Martin Scorsese, if a master of acting like De Niro wants to make a film that pulls the heartstrings like Everybody’s Fine, he doesn’t have to answer to anyone.

De Niro plays Frank, a retired widower with health problems. As the film opens, his four children renege on a family get together at his house. Instead of wallowing in self pity, Frank decides road trip it, surprising each of his adult children with a visit. First up is David, an artist who lives in New York City. Arriving by train, Frank spends hours outside his son’s apartment only to leave never seeing his son. This will become an important subplot in the film, one that I’m not going to reveal. Frank then travels to see his successful daughter, Amy (Kate Beckinsale). Her reasons for backing out of the visit to her father’s were that her son was ill. As Frank quickly realizes, this was a lie; the first of many lies told to the father throughout the movie.

After an awkward night at Amy’s, Frank decides to leave. He heads to Denver to see his son, Robert (Sam Rockwell), a percussionist in the Denver Orchestra. It turns out that Frank has been fed a lie that Robert is conducting the orchestra when in fact he’s “just” a percussionist. The film plays this notion as if landing a prestigious gig of playing in a major metropolitan orchestra is a job you might pick up a temp agency. That bugged me. Robert and Frank just one afternoon together (in one location) before Frank is off to see his last child, Rosie (Drew Barrymore), a dancer in Vegas who lives in a luxurious apartment that over looks the city. Needless to say, Rosie has bee keeping things from her dad, too.

One by one, the children have been keeping details of their lives from Frank. Most importantly, they are hiding the truth about the whereabouts of David. However, the viewer is quite aware of where David is as there are numerous voiceovers between the children that give us details about David’s life and what has happened to him. I had a major issue with Everybody’s Fine when it came to the storyline involving David and exactly why everyone is keeping things from Frank. They claim that they don’t want him to worry; yet in this particular situation, a father has the right to know what’s going on. Furthermore, when it’s finally revealed to Frank what has happened to his missing son, not one of the siblings displayed the proper emotion the scene calls for.

While the plot regarding David and the “big” secrets kept from Frank by his children were a letdown, Everybody’s Fine is an otherwise enjoyable, with beautiful cinematography, a poignant soundtrack and some outstanding acting by everyone (even the bit roles are well done, including a swell cameo by the great Melissa Leo)/ Moreover, it’s always a pleasure to see De Niro returning to sentimental drama; it suits him well, especially now that he has a lifetime of experiences to draw from. I can only name a handful of films in which he’s attempted sentiment; Falling in Love, Stanley and Iris, and Awakenings are the only ones that come to mind in his storied career. With nuance and some humor, he makes Everybody’s Fine worth seeing, even though the script lets him down.

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Random Play: “Irreconcilable Differences”

What exactly is a “guilty pleasure”? I know it’s supposed to be a movie, TV show, or band that one really enjoys in spite of its dubious value. For whatever reason, even if the thing itself is lame, poorly conceived, or utterly wretched, there’s something about it that pleases or satisfies us, even as it’s eating away at our souls. I have a few such pleasures — the Meg Ryan alcoholism weepie When a Man Loves a Woman (1994), for example, which has been shown approximately 10,000 times on basic cable — but for the most part, I don’t feel guilty about the movies I love, even when no one else seems to appreciate them or even remember that they exist. Case in point: the 1984 Hollywood divorce classic Irreconcilable Differences. Yes, I called it a classic, and here’s why:

idlobby1. Drew Barrymore. Just a year and a half after becoming the breakout star of E.T. (um, Henry Thomas, anyone?), nine-year-old Drew was in demand. In her other film that came out in ‘84, Firestarter, she plays a creepy Carrie White Jr. who’s on the run from evil government agents. Irreconcilable Differences finds her playing a role that was, no doubt, all too familiar to her: a child whose life is ruined by her self-absorbed showbiz parents. A scene in which her character, left unattended at a New Year’s Eve party, chugs a glass of champagne and enjoys it just a tad too much is uncomfortably — and deliciously — prescient. Indeed, this movie may have actually saved Barrymore’s life: it taught her the definition of “emancipated minor,” which she herself became at age 15. (more…)

Dw. Dunphy On… Fake Deux!

No time for love, Dr. Jones. The fakes await! As I mentioned last week, this post is devoted to the cinematic musical alter egos (and some non-cinematic ones as well) and as Jon Cummings mentioned last week, he did it first. Undaunted, I’m sending my posse over to his abode to knock ‘im into shape. Yes, my posse consists of a penguin, a rabbit and a cat that has used up one too many lives.

So Opus, Bill and all the rest never made it to the movies, but they should have, and considering how bankrupt Hollywood is for ideas, they may yet get there someday. In the meantime, we have volumes of Berke Breathed’s Bloom County comic strips and a flexi-disc with two of Billy and the Boingers’ (formerly Deathtongue) “hits.” “I’m a Boinger” is rather hard on the ears, the kind of sledgehammer comedy fans used to send to the Dr. Demento show after listening to too much “Weird Al” Yankovic.  “U Stink But I Love U,” on the other hand, is obnoxious, but was performed by the very real hardcore band Mucky Pup. They even got the tuba in, so big points for that.

Last week, I gave credit to Bill Nighy for singing his parts in the film Still Crazy. This week, I’m doing the same for Hugh Grant. What an insane world we live in. Having never seen the film Music and Lyrics (2007), all I knew about it was that Grant played a former pop star from a band (loosely modeled on Wham!) called PoP! His forte was the music, but now as a writer for hire, he’s contracted to create a hit tune for rising pop music starlet and he’s in need of a lyricist. Enter Drew Barrymore, a lyricist on the rise. The rest is rom-com history. Now, there was no need for Grant to sing on the soundtrack, as I think an audience would have given him that latitude. I mean, it’s Hugh Grant. He’s not a singer and nobody really expects anything at all from him. To my shock, “PoP Goes My Heart” is a rather faithful approximation of ’80s synth-pop and I have to offer my apologies. What I will not apologize for is a Wiki blurb indicating David Hasselhoff covered the song and had a hit in Germany with it. I’m calling Bravo Sierra on that one… (more…)