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This was exactly
what I was expecting it to be, and I was not disappointed. I loved the story, the characters, and the
relationships, even though it wasn’t anywhere near as “real” as a movie like As Good as It Gets. I mean, we’ve seen these kinds of plots and
characters many times before, haven’t we?
We have the old guy who is having difficulty with growing old, the
daughter who has issues but is carrying on just fine, and in each case, the
father and the daughter, there are other people trying to cut in on what they
do best. In the end, they prove
themselves in a way that is very audience pleasing, and the girl gets the
charming guy, a rather amiable Justin Timberlake. Once again it's conventional movie making, but that doesn’t really make it a bad movie… just
a little predictable, but never less than enjoyable. Along with JT, I enjoyed Amy Adams and Clint
Eastwood, of course, and liked the performances of many character actors who
really know their craft, from Bob Gunton and Robert Patrick to John Goodman and
Matthew Lillard. Additionally, Joe
Massingill was appropriately smarmy as the stuck up “Baseball Golden Boy” Bo
Gentery, and I liked Jay Galloway as the humble Rigo Sanchez, the one who truly
deserved the attention. Again, these
characters were crafted to eventually please the audience by what eventually
happens to each of them as the story unfolds, and even if it was rather conservative,
it was still very gratifying. This was
another good movie, and might I also add that it’s always a pleasure to see Shaggy,
the Liquid Terminator and Fred Flintstone do a scene together in a Clint
Eastwood baseball movie!
I didn’t really think I was going to like this movie, about competing a
cappella groups. Do I feel ashamed that I actually
liked it? Yes. But I still liked it.
The plot was predictable and much of the
humor was sophomoric, as I expected, but I liked all of the music and
some of the characters were appealing, most notably Brittany Snow as the
put-upon Chloe, Skylar Astin as the neglected boyfriend Jesse, Rebel Wilson as
Fat Amy, and while Adam Devine seemed to be channeling Jack Black as the cocky
leader of a rival group, the appealingly goofy Ben Platt (in, so far, his only
acting credit) seemed to be channeling Michael Cera. Funny how I didn’t care much for
the lead characters – either of them. Anna Camp’s character Aubrey was, of course,
supposed to be a bitchy control freak, but I didn’t understand why her entire
team just allowed it (and that scene where she puked and the quiet Asian girl
fell in it and started making a “vomit angel” was disgusting, not funny!).
I found it interesting that the main
character of Beca, played by Anna Kendrick, was so arrogantly non-conformist
from the start, looking down her nose at people who might like to sing in
these college a cappella groups, not making friends and wearing it like a badge
of honor, and then treating the cute guy who was interested in her like so much
flotsam. Of course, as one would expect
of a teen romance film, it all works out in the end and they come
together. Interestingly enough, the main
character Beca tells Jesse at one point she doesn’t like movies because they
are so predictable and she loses interest by the end. It’s sort of ironic, then, that this particular character is the lead in this particular movie.
There
are a lot of movies that celebrate writing and the writer, or the stories they
tell, and the power and magic of words.
Keeping in mind that there are more of these type of film than you would
think, and I can’t quite limit this already pared-down list to ten, my absolute
favorites over the years have been Bullets
Over Broadway, Big Fish, Dead Poets Society, Finding Neverland, Martian Child,
Midnight in Paris, Misery, Secret Window, Shakespeare in Love, Stranger Than
Fiction, and The World According to
Garp (and yes, I did notice that Woody Allen, Stephen King, John Cusack,
and Robin Williams are each involved with two movies on this short list). The question is, does The Words compare with them favorably?
Well, I don’t think I’ll be adding
it to my list of favorites anytime soon.
The film understood the power of words, and the fascination of story,
but unfortunately, like many films of this type (meaning “independent”), [SPOILER
ALERT] the ending was left up to the audience, which probably wasn’t the best
way to write an ending for a story that was all about words and stories – with
a beginning and middle, but not much of an end.
Bradley Cooper plays Rory Jansen, a rather untalented writer who
stumbles across another man’s transcendent story and then sells it as his own. Lo and behold, after becoming famous, he’s
able to sell his other books that aren’t quite as good. Then the real author shows up, superbly
played by Jeremy Irons, talking about the real emotions and pain that went into
that heart-wrenching story and those poignant words when he lost his baby girl
and it drove he and his wife apart, especially after she read his brilliant manuscript
and then promptly lost it. It all sends
Rory into a guilt-ridden tailspin, and ends up severing his relationship with
his wife Dora, played by Zoe Saldana, who cannot deal with what her husband has
done, and it eventually causes him to fall into the same sort of existence as
the old man. Yet another story
encompasses the entire movie, featuring Dennis Quaid and Olivia Wilde, to set
up this parallel (though poor Wilde’s character is never quite fleshed
out). In the end, unlike the other films
about writers, writing, and storytelling I mentioned above, this one was not so
satisfying a story after all.
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