The Magnificent Meyersons (2021, Evan Oppenheimer)

Despite some occasionally annoying visual techniques (which I'll enumerate later), director Oppenheimer always shows enthusiasm for the directing of The Magnificent Meyersons. He loves directing New York City walk and talks, whether on the street or in a park. Most of Meyersons takes place either in a park or on the street. Sometimes seemingly the same street, just different sides of it. The dialogue pacing is usually good enough an occasional goof doesn't matter. There's a tranquil, meandering sense to it all. But it's unclear whether or not it's supposed to meander quite so much.

Meyersons takes place either all in one day, but since Oppenheimer's drone shots of the city are all from the same time of day and don't change with the sun's position, or match the location of the characters, maybe it's two. It seems more like one, though. If it's not supposed to be one day, there's another continuity problem in the script, which is a substantial pile.

The film opens introducing the Meyersons of the title. There's Ian Kahn as the intolerant robber baron who turns out to be the hero. He loves his daughter, Talia Oppenheimer (who's terrible; I hadn't realized she presumably got the job because her dad made the movie, maybe it plays better knowing), and worries about her getting cancer. He doesn't seem to care about any other little kid on the face of the planet but whatever. We don't find out until the third act he's supposed to be the hero when he's a dick to someone else, and it turns out Oppenheimer wanted us rooting for Kahn. Who's always an intolerant robber baron. His contribution to the first two acts of the movie is solely him being a loud-mouth dick. Turns out since he's rich, he's right.

Anyway.

Then there's Jackie Burns. She's got the best arc in the movie, even though it's done in the first act. It involves her husband, Greg Keller, who's kind of a tool. They're good together—and it's believably they're married, which shouldn't be a big deal, but when all the kids eventually get together, you don't think they've ever even met before shooting that day. She's having a kind of crisis, and it gets some resolution. Since nothing else in the movie intentionally avoids closure, she kind of gets the only full arc. And it's thanks to Keller, who doesn't get to hang with the fam later. She's in publishing; it doesn't matter.

Daniel Eric Gold is the younger brother and the rebel. He's in rabbinical school, his best friend is a priest (Neal Huff), and he meets his congregants in a park. One such congregant, Lilli Stein, visits him multiple times—so in one day—to tease him about being a future rabbi. Gold's the likable one. Or so you'd think. The movie keeps setting him up for a big arc, and it's never a thing. Not during the first twist, not during the last twist. Oppenheimer needs to gin up a twist every twenty-five minutes to keep the movie going, which is a bummer because when it's sort of lyrical navel-gazing, the film is at its best. Even with tedious transition shots–editor Evan Wood slows down the drone footage, making it more obvious that it's the same place as before and none of the characters are at that location.

The last kid is daughter Shoshannah Stern. She's a cutthroat realtor who no one's going to suspect because she's deaf, and people make a big deal out of her being capable when she's not around, which also means it's okay she's cutthroat. The cutthroat arc goes nowhere. In fact, it fails when you look at the movie's timeline because Stern makes an appointment then spends the entire second act having coffee with girlfriend Lauren Ridloff. Stern and Ridloff are good together. It helps a lot. Ridloff also doesn't get to go to the fam get-together, but probably should have; if Kahn's not a dick to his sister's Black girlfriend, he at least isn't a dick to his sister's Black girlfriend.

Mom is Kate Mulgrew. She's a pediatric cancer doctor who's miserable with her life because, well, she tells little kids they're going to die. Mulgrew's excellent. Either best or second-best performance. Barbara Barrie plays her mom, and they have a big scene walking around a park and talking before Mulgrew has to inspect Talia Oppenheimer for cancer (in the park). Melissa Errico plays the daughter-in-law (it's hard to imagine her and Kahn being married but sure). Errico doesn't have a part other than to take the kid to the park to tie into Mulgrew's plot, except people giving her shit for being Italian. Including her kid. Then again, maybe Kahn does make sense as the spouse.

The movie revolves around this typical day becoming fantastic a couple times, with flashbacks to Richard Kind abandoning the family twenty years before being thrown in to justify their current unhappiness. Kind's uneven, though the video filters Oppenheimer uses on the flashback sequences don't help any. Only Mulgrew's flashback shows any imagination (because they weren't willing to de-age her), with most of the kid actors playing the regular cast in flashback indistinct. Except for Anna Dale Robinson, who's got an essential part and is bad. Though Kind's blowing it too, because Oppenheimer fails at the single scene he needs to write well. The rest of the movie, even the contrived stuff, can get away with the nonsense platitudes. But if you're going to do it epical, you need to be able to deliver.

The whole thing seems like it just needs another ten or fifteen minutes, depending on whether or not they get rid of the drone footage. Good-looking digital video—with mostly strong photography from Derek McKane—helps. Daniel McCormick's repetitive score is satisfactory in the first act, tedious (like the drone shots it accompanies) by the end.

Meyersons is a middling, indie streets of New York City comedy. Far from the worst thing. And there's terrific acting from Mulgrew and Barrie.

Private Benjamin (1980, Howard Zieff)

Quite a bit works in Private Benjamin, which makes all the creaky parts stick out more. Even though the film runs 109 minutes, a lot seems cut out. Characters just fade away, especially as the film rushes in the second half. But even lead Goldie Hawn just ends up staring in various montages–happy and sad ones–with her character development (the whole point of the movie) on pause.

Hawn’s nearly excellent–she would be with a better than director than Zieff–but still quite good as Benjamin. The first act sets Hawn up as a sympathetic, blissfully unaware Jewish-American princess caricature… though Nancy Meyers, Charles Shyers, and Harvey Miller’s script doesn’t really want to do too much commentary on that aspect. There’s one direct joke slash plot twist later, but the film’s initially just doing it to show Hawn’s screwed up life. Her father (Sam Wanamaker) is an indifferent, dismissive jerk. Mother Barbara Barrie is supportive, but in a limited way. Hawn’s love life is unfulfilling and gross. It’s depressing, not funny.

So when tragedy and contrivance land Hawn in the army, Benjamin all of a sudden finds lightness. Because as recruiting officer Harry Dean Stanton (in a gentle Harry Dean performance) puts it, it’s not like the ladies get the become killing machines in this man’s army. So it’s all sort of fun. Hawn slapsticking it through boot camp, for example. It has a number of solid laughs. It also builds up the supporting cast. There’s Eileen Brennan as Hawn’s commanding officer and nemesis. It should be a great role for Brennan. Instead, it’s a weak, often inexplicable one. The film goes out of its way to avoid giving Brennan her own material after a couple significant setups. It’s a waste of a performance.

Hawn has a pretty solid set of sidekicks in Mary Kay Place, Toni Kalem, Damita Jo Freeman, and Alston Ahern. P.J. Soles should be a sub-nemesis, instead she’s a pointless supporting player and it makes Soles grating. Hal Williams is fun as the drill sergeant.

In the second act, when Benjamin starts to be about Hawn’s character forcibly developing herself, the film hits its stride. Zieff either gets he shouldn’t dwell on it or he just doesn’t get it; his hands off approach leads to some of Hawn’s best acting in the film.

The second act also has Robert Webber as this wacky colonel with dumb nicknames (based off his own name) for everything. It’s silly and great, because Webber is straight-facing it all. Though the film ends up wasting him too.

Because eventually Hawn meets Armand Assante. And Assante is a rich, French gynecologist who speaks perfect English. He’s also Jewish. As an object of Hawn’s desire, Assante’s great. As her love interest, well, even with numerous montages, he wears out his welcome. He’s got a desperately thin part and ends up being the segue into the film rushing to bring back all its worst parts. And none of the good ones. It even scoffs at the idea of bringing back the good ones.

There’s also the weak music from Bill Conti. He plays up the military aspect, which is completely against what Sheldon Kahn’s editing is doing. The lack of rhythm drags down a lot of scenes. It’s like no one knows what anyone else wants to do with the picture.

Private Benjamin is solid situation comedy–sadly all Zieff can direct–with whiffs at greater ambitions. And Hawn’s a great lead.

Breaking Away (1979, Peter Yates)

For a “traditional” underdog story, Breaking Away is exceeding complex. It opens with Dennis Christopher, Dennis Quaid, Daniel Stern and Jackie Earle Haley; neither Steve Tesich’s script nor Yates’s direction emphasizes any over another. Actually, Quaid’s loudmouth gets the most emphasis.

Then the film introduces Barbara Barrie and Paul Dooley as Christopher’s parents and it becomes clear Away will be focused around him. Besides Christopher, only Haley gets any time away from the group (though the group occasionally appears independent of Christopher). I haven’t gotten to how Tesich introduces both major challenges in the film well into its second act.

Meanwhile, there’s Yates’s direction, which is focused on the friendship but also the quietness of the town they live in. Cynthia Scheider’s editing and the sound design are major stars in the picture, especially once the bicycle racing gets more important.

But wait, I forgot to mention Dooley and Barrie have a story independent of Christopher. They orbit him and his friends’s arc, occasionally popping in, but Away is more like seven stories in one. Yates and Tesich show glimpses of the secondary ones; if they’d given them all emphasis, it’d probably run seven hours.

All the acting is outstanding, though Stern has the least to do of the primaries. Quaid and Haley have the hardest jobs; Haley’s the better of the two, but both excel. Christopher’s fantastic.

Dooley and Barrie are wonderful.

Hart Bochner’s good. Robyn Douglass’s amazing in a subtly intricate role.

It’s an outstanding film all around.

4/4★★★★

CREDITS

Produced and directed by Peter Yates; written by Steve Tesich; director of photography, Matthew F. Leonetti; edited by Cynthia Scheider; released by 20th Century Fox.

Starring Dennis Christopher (Dave Stoller), Dennis Quaid (Mike), Daniel Stern (Cyril), Jackie Earle Haley (Moocher), Barbara Barrie (Evelyn Stoller), Paul Dooley (Ray Stoller), Robyn Douglass (Katherine), Hart Bochner (Rod), Amy Wright (Nancy) and John Ashton (Mike’s Brother).


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