My Best Friend's Wedding
- Rated - TEPID
There's a scene in My Best Friend's Wedding which involves an ice
sculpture of Michaelangelo's David. I thought this movie was a lot like
an ice sculpture - decorative, initially impressive, but after a
while... nothing at all. I thought I'd better write this review
straight away or I'd forget the movie before I got my impressions down.
My impressions: well, first and foremost: teeth. Acres and acres of
perfect teeth. Julia Roberts' teeth are as awesome as ever (even though
she smokes a bit in the film - the horror!). Then we have the
incredibly perfect-looking Cameron Diaz as the bride-to-be. Her teeth
are, of course, perfect, and just like pearls. The groom-to-be is
played by Dermot Mulroney, who also has excellent teeth. Rachel
Griffiths, the Australian actress who starred in Muriel's Wedding has a
supporting role here. I seem to remember she has interestingly crooked
(but nice) teeth. But now her teeth are perfect. And even Rupert
Everett gives the impression that he has great teeth too - but that
couldn't be true, because he's English.
I could go on in this vein about lips as well (this is a Julia Roberts
movie - and Dermot Mulroney has the cutest scar on his upper lip), but
you get the idea. The director, Australian PJ Hogan, seems to be
absolutely in love with his very attractive cast - his camera is almost
always down their throats.
It's strange - the things that I remember most about this film are the
cosmetic things - the clothes, the makeup, the wedding decorations, the
funny seafood-theme restaurant trappings, and the extras. There are
lots of extras in this film, because there are lots of crowd scenes:
airports, restaurants, a train station and wedding parties. And even
though the extras come in all shapes, sizes, colours and ages, they all
look like extras. They are all clean, well groomed, and well
distributed through all demographic groups. But they are extras, not
people.
Now you might think I'm being really picky, but my point is this: I
didn't really believe anything in this film. I don't just mean I wasn't
convinced that things would turn out OK - I never thought any of (I
Love) Lucy's harebrained schemes would work out either. But I believed
in Lucy. I knew she wasn't being mean or vindictive each week, when she
did all the nutty and dishonest and hopelessly doomed things she did in
order to achieve some ludicrous result, without Ricky finding out. I
knew it would all come tumbling down around her. And I knew that things
would turn out all right in the end. But with Julia, things just don't
ring true. You don't ever....well, let's just say that Julia's no
Lucille Ball.
But that Cameron Diaz...now she could very well be the new Lucy. I
believed everything she said and did. And she seemed always to be on
the verge of hysteria at the same time as being in complete control -
much like Lucy really. I Love Cameron!
Rupert Everett is very funny too, giving comic support that rivals even
Vivian Vance and William Frawley. He does some outrageous mugging, and
he gets to deliver one of the greatest closing lines of recent
cinematic memory. . But PJ Hogan spoils the effect by allowing Julia to
finish with two or three full-on grins which are completely gratuitous.
Yuk!
So there's lots of fun, but there are problems too. Major ones, like
throwing away many of the visual jokes, and quite a few of the joke
lines too because of poor comic timing. In the (very full) cinema I was
in, many of the best jokes met with near silence. This is a real
problem in a comedy! The Dionne Warwick songs are fun, but the rest of
the film's score (by the increasingly-ubiquitous James Newton Howard)
is irritating and predictable.
In summary, My Best Friend's Wedding is not a failure, but it's not a
success either, by my standards. Still, see it anyway: we must support
Australian directors.