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Life
or Something Like It Directed
by Stephen Herek,
*1/2 out of 4 Stars |
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Released April 26, 2002 Running time: 103 minutes *1/2 by Kevin Lang I'm speaking specifically about Angelina Jolie in this case, who plays newswoman Lanie Kerigan in the film. Don't get me wrong, Angelina Jolie's tantalizingly puffy lips and caricatured face aren't bad to look at, but it seems that a little too much effort was put into making her stand out instead of the movie. Her character, whose face dons the film's poster, looked like a cross between an overly tan Marylin Monroe and an airbrushed model from a Cosmopolitan ad. Maybe she wasn't overly tan, but rather her hair was bleached to such an extreme shade of blond (a.k.a. white) that it eclipsed everything else, including this movie. The film's plot developed
in a contrived manner. Near the beginning, a homeless man known as Prophet
Jack (Tony Shalhoub) told Lanie that she only had several days to live.
The story unfolded in the obvious direction. Lanie began to question the
life that she was living, asking herself if she was truly happy. She struggled
to recognize what was most important to her, and this provided the only
real, yet obvious conflict in the movie. "Life or Something
Like It" never seemed to find its own voice. It contained recycled
humor that wasn't very funny, and a story that tried to be too relaxed
and comical to be taken seriously. The movie and its characters were always
one step ahead of the audience. Pete materialized as Lanie's cameraman,
and we were expected to accept him immediately without knowing anything
about him. It was only later in the movie, after it was already traveling
at its own speed, that we learned that Pete was a single parent with a
son whom he cared about a lot. Why not show him with his son first to
help build his character and our respect for him, before we get to know
him when he is with Lanie? We never got to know Lanie's friends either,
which would have helped to round her character. Even her father we only
saw sitting lazily in his recliner, appearing more as a constructed character,
rather than an actual parent. I wish that I had
the ability to make predictions like Tony Shalhoub's Prophet Jack did
in this movie. It might have saved me from the stale popcorn and watered
down drink that I had. Even better, I could have saved myself the two
hours it took to watch the movie, and instead I could have rented a classic
romantic comedy that I would have watched while enjoying a bag of microwave
popcorn and a cool glass of iced tea. I did find curiosity in discovering
if Angelina Jolie's character would in fact die at the end of the film.
It's just that I didn't find the road to discovery as enjoyable as I'd
wished it had been. Review written
April 20, 2002, CTF.
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