Review by Dustin Putman
1½ stars out of 4
With a high-powered, A-list cast that features no less than Julia Roberts,
John Cusack, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Billy Crystal, and Christopher Walken, the
chance that "America's Sweethearts," a satirical view of Hollywood with a
little romance thrown in for good measure, would be a failure seemed slim to
none. Thanks to director Joe Roth's aimless direction, and Billy Crystal and
Peter Tolan's unimpressive, personality-deprived screenplay, the unthinkable
has happened. "America's Sweethearts" is a dull-witted, utterly slight comedy
that, dare I say, is boring from one end to the other.
Set over one weekend at a Las Vegas desert-set press junket, big-screen
actors and married couple Eddie Thomas (John Cusack) and Gwen Harrison
(Catherine Zeta-Jones) have come to promote their eighth picture together,
entitled "Time Over Time." With Gwen's last two Eddie-less films bombing in
the states, a lot is riding on the success of "Time Over Time" to boost both
of their careers. Only one problem stands in the way of a peaceful weekend of
joint promotion; Eddie and Gwen have split up and are currently not even
speaking to each other.
Enter Lee (Billy Crystal), a studio publicist who has been hired to reconcile
Eddie and Gwen's relationship, or, at the very least, make it seem to the
press that they are still getting along. This task won't be an easy one;
Eddie is in a state of depression, and still believes he is in love, while
Gwen has taken up with a Spanish lothario named Hector (Hank Azaria). Further
complicating matters, Gwen's sister and personal assistant, Kiki (Julia
Roberts), has secret longings of her own for Eddie.
If "America's Sweethearts" wants to take a ruthless, sharp jab at the
Hollywood industry, it is far too soft around the edges and lacks the wit
needed to accomplish such a task. If it wants to make a statement about
famous marriages and the press surrounding celebrities, the same idea was put
to far better use, and was infinitely more telling, in 1999's "Notting Hill,"
also starring Roberts. If it wants to be a screwball comedy in the tradition
of Preston Sturges, it hasn't the energy to even get off the ground running.
And, finally, if it wants to be a romance between Eddie and Kiki, I've seen
more sparks fly between ostriches.
Watching "America's Sweethearts" is a disheartening experience. It starts off
slowly, has a middle that creeps along at the speed of an asthmatic
octogenarian, and finishes up with a conclusion that is neither gratifying
nor inspiring. While a few winning moments sneak in throughout (Roberts'
distressed Kiki, formerly sixty pounds heavier, falls off the wagon and digs
into a breakfast big enough for the entire salvation army), they are only
fleeting glimpses of what might have been had the screenplay gone through
some major rewrites. Not helping matters are a collection of characters
(excluding the mousy Kiki) who are self-involved, uninteresting, and not
nice. Who wants to watch a film--one that attempts to be a romantic comedy,
no less--when you can't even stand to be around the participants?
Julia Roberts (2000's Oscar winner for "Erin Brockovich") isn't the world's
most popular actress for nothing. She injects life into the slimmest of
parts, and "America's Sweethearts" offers her her most thankless role since
1991's "Hook." While Roberts' Kiki is the sole likable presence, as she
gradually learns to stand up for herself, she is underwritten and not
terribly engaging. Almost every scene that does work includes Roberts,
however, whether she be stuffing her face with breakfast, blowing up at the
vacant idiocy of Gwen and Eddie, or sharing a tender moment with Eddie in a
flashback that finds her equipped with a pudgy face and a fat suit (read: a
normal, American body).
John Cusack (2000's "High Fidelity") and Catherine Zeta-Jones (2000's
"Traffic"),as title couple Eddie Thomas and Gwen Harrison, are far above
their roles. Cusack, good in just about everything, must resort to jokes
about falling on the spines of a cactus to get laughs. Zeta-Jones plays the
pampered actress to a hilt, but the sheer phoniness of her character does
nothing in the way of making her an attractive presence. Billy Crystal
(1999's "Analyze This"), as the determined, smarmy Lee, has one good gag
involving a Doberman attracted to his crotch, but might as well not have even
been present for the rest of the picture. In minor roles, Christopher Walken
(2001's "Joe Dirt"), as the maniacal director of "Time Over Time;" Hank
Azaria (1999's "Cradle Will Rock"), as Gwen's flamboyant new flame; Stanley
Tucci (2000's "Joe Gould's Secret"), as the head of the production studio;
and Seth Green (2001's "Josie and the Pussycats"), as Lee's eager, but
clueless, assistant, have little to do.
"America's Sweethearts" squanders so badly because it fails to uphold the
courage of its convictions. Something is definitely off about the whole
enterprise. Where it should be a lethally funny attack at the cliches of the
Hollywood system, it holds no true insight or daring. And where it should be
a cute romance, it is--for lack of a better word--sterile. Director Joe Roth
may be the head of the promising new studio, Revolution Films, but as the one
in charge of "America's Sweethearts," he has wasted the talents of a large
bevy of people who probably should have known better in the first place.
Copyright © 2001 Dustin Putman