We Deserve Better Crap
Morning Glory is on Netflix Instant, in case you’re in the mood for the most maudlin, insulting (to all intelligent people, but particularly women), bizarrely stupid joke you’ve ever played on your own eyes. The nosebleed I got while watching it (due to a mishap involving an especially sharp “boog”) was more enjoyable. When you make Patrick Wilson and Diane Keaton unwatchable, you’ve achieved something few could even imagine and none would care to try. I’m sure Rachel McAdams read the script and thought, “If I don’t get the part of this cliched, career-obsessed, ‘hopeless with men,’ flippy-banged marionette, I will force Eternal Sunshine-away all my Ryan Gosling memories,” because WHAT AN EXCITING PART FOR A MODERN ACTRESS!!!!! Why make a woman confident when she can be a ridiculous pseudo-mess whose “difference” (ACTUAL QUOTE FROM PATRICK WILSON: “I like you. You’re different.” WAIT, REALLY?? How so? Seriously, how so?) is charming and endearing rather than characteristic of a broadly painted stereotype of neurotic rom-com heroines just waiting to be silenced by ONE HOT DUDE FINGER TO THEIR LIPS? So, so cool when Patrick Wilson takes Rachel McAdams’ incessantly ringing Blackberry and puts it in…the fridge. “YO ‘NOTEBOOK,’ YER ASS JUST GOT FRIDGED!!! Love a man’s body HARD and live your truest life!!!!” But then the movie isn’t even a rom-com, it’s just about how Harrison Ford is a curmudgeon? It makes no sense. Whatever. This movie ate my lunch like 14 times over, and, make no mistake, it WILL eat yours.
If you’re not convinced, know that the climax involves a DRAMATIC COOKING OF A FRITTATA THE END. -A.O. Scott
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