No Reservations (4/10)
by Tony Medley
It’s hard to believe that a
movie in which the gorgeous Catherine Zeta-Jones appears in almost every
scene would be such an ordeal to sit through. But director Scott Hicks
and screenwriter Carol Fuchs have produced just such a film. Despite the
promotion of this film as a comedy, call me crazy, but I like to laugh
when I see a comedy.
The sister of Head-chef
Kate (Zeta-Jones) is killed in an automobile wreck, so Kate inherits her
9-year-old niece, Zoe (Abigail Breslin), to come live with her. Because
of her added parental responsibilities, in order to help her in the
kitchen, Kate's boss, Paula (Patricial Clarkson), who owns her own
restaurant at 22 Bleecker Street in New York City, hires sous-chef Nick
(Aaron Eckhart), much to Kate’s annoyance.
The intent here is
apparently to recreate some Hepburn-Tracy or Hepburn-Grant comedic
chemistry. The difference is that Tracy-Hepburn-Grant had funny scripts
with which to work. There is little or no humor in Fuchs’ script or
Hicks’ direction.
Breslin does a stupendous
job as the grieving little girl trying to fit into a brand new life
without her mother. She is responsible for many of the tear-jerking
scenes.
One of the unfortunate
setups of the film is that Zoe is an illegitimate daughter who doesn’t
know who her father is. In fact, her mother was apparently had such a
low moral tone that she didn’t know who Zoe's father was. I’m not sure
why the film was constructed this way, unless it was to further
emphasize that in today’s Hollywood a father is no longer a necessary
part of child-rearing. They could just as easily have had the father
become deceased in Zoe’s infancy for some reason. But that apparently
didn’t fit into the agenda of Hicks and Fuchs. It looks more and more
that no movie can be made in Hollywood today without some sort of
secular agenda.
One of the few things I did
like was the music, that includes everything from Opera (lots of
excerpts) to folk (The Lion Sleeps Tonight). I also liked the
cast. In addition to Zeta-Jones, Eckhart, and Breslin, Bob Balaban makes
a nice turn as Kate’s therapist, although the scenes are so poorly
written and developed that there isn’t the slightest hint of humor in
them or any reason for Balaban even being in the film.
I didn’t see the
inspiration for this film, 2001’s European feature Bella Martha,
so can’t compare, but’s a pretty reliable rule in filmmaking
that if a movie doesn’t have a premise, it doesn’t have a story worth
seeing. This is a film without even a hint of a premise. Need I say
more?
In case your answer is yes,
there is simply not enough story here to justify a feature length film.
The total absence of wit and humor doesn’t help the meager romance.
July 26, 2007
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