It’s Not All That Complicated
Sunday, February 14th, 2010It’s Complicated was sold to audiences as a fun sex comedy, with a resurgent Alec Baldwin on top of his game having discovered his comedic chops with 30 Rock; and Meryl Streep, whom I am obliged to describe as ‘radiant’ (read still physically attractive despite her age – it’s a euphemism that makes my stomach feel queasy).
Turns out though it’s a movie about divorced baby boomers, perplexed by the thought that their lives haven’t amounted to much. What’s most troubling about the scenario is that these characters enjoy lives of such privilege it is hard to sympathise with their outpourings of remorse. This is par for the course for writer/director Nancy Meyers, who seems to specialise in stories about neurotic rich people enduring mild discomfort (The Holiday, Something’s Gotta Give, Father of the Bride). So the picture is not sexy or funny. Instead it’s overlong, dull in parts and disturbingly insulated from reality. Fifty-something characters act and speak like teenagers. The dialogue often feels forced and when Baldwin is off-screen the oxygen is sucked out of the film. This is not the fault of Steve Martin and Meryl Streep, both fine performers, but the material they are forced to work with.
Strangely I found the main storyline, whether Meryl Streep’s divorced patissier will choose ex-huband Alec Baldwin over nice guy architect Steve Martin, is a front. The distressing heart of the film is a needy empty-nester refusing to allow her children to grow up and live their own lives. Streep and Baldwin’s parents have three children who are each introduced to us as moving on to better things, much to their mother’s discomfort. The eldest daughter is getting married to that guy from The Office, the middle child spends more time chatting to virtual friends online than anyone in her immediate vicinity and the youngest son has graduated from university. The resolution to the movie is not Streep’s character Jane making a decision which lover she wants, but the complete infantilization of her children, left blubbering in a bed when the affair is revealed, all traces of independent living expunged from their characters. It’s a horrible moment and I really don’t know what Meyer is trying to say about the effect of divorce on the family unit with this film.
My other concern is that Baldwin, so winningly manic on 30 Rock has been reduced to this by-the-numbers staid fare, the pater familias of Stepfords engaged in an illicit affair that isn’t all that illicit. Having largely abandoned his film career for television, it’s sad that the capital he has gained as the hilarious Jack Donaghy does not translate to similarly well-written roles on film.
I’m worried that Tina Fey might have the same problem with upcoming film Date Night. Blurg!