|The Upside of Anger (2005).
||[May. 9th, 2005|11:52 am]
We finished up the Week of Heidi Birthday with dinner and a movie on Friday night.
We planned to go to the Adult. concert, but my back was killing me, and I was really really hungry. Heidi didn't seem thrilled to go, since we've experienced them in the past. They're a hell of a good group. I really wished 3 hours of sitting in uncomfy chairs wouldn't have been as unappealing as it seemed.
Heidi read the local Freep review of The Upside of Anger and thought of the films reviewed that it would be a good comedic chick-flick that she'd enjoy.
I'd rather choose Rotten Tomatoes to get a better idea.
In this case, both are not reliable.
The critics shilled this one for some reason. Everyone loves Joan Allen's Wolfmeyer, and it's true . . . like Jack Nicholson's mean cock in The Crossing Guard, it's worth it just to see her play one hell of a good mean-spirited bitch.
I can say this: Great acting . . . film looks great too. Usually, both are enough to make me satisfied.
The story is total shit.
Binder does not know how to write. Plain and simple.
We never see the husband or the assumed tart receptionist that ran home to Sweden. Wolfmeyer never really calls Sweden to see what happened to her missing husband. She doesn't bother for three years.
They dangle a funeral of . . . someone in the beginning, but we don't know who until the end. Binder plays with this one, choosing to dangle possible people, like the ballerina daughter, or the boyfriend of "Popeye." In the end, it's just . . . not worth the time.
The hubby's the main source of conflict, plain and simple. Also, Wolfmeyer doesn't really transform until the end of the film . . . by the ending, of course, which is rather weak.
She does, however, shovel shit on her daughters at every turn. They, in turn, learn to toss it back at her. The sum of Anger remains very unproductive as a story. It felt as if the story was told as it happened as opposed to any formula worth its salt in screenplay.
What would have been better . . . a murder mystery.
No flashback . . . Costner, an ex-baseball star, lives next door to Wolfmeyer, a drunk and amusing woman. Hubby's absent, she says. She's angry. He's horny. He hangs out with the family and enjoys most of the weird shit.
Early in the film . . . hubby turns up dead.
Whodunit . . . Baseball, Mrs. Wolfmeyer, or one of the kids . . .
It's okay . . . Binder, I want my eighteen dollars back . . . if I ever see you, have it waiting for me.