The Groomsmen (2006) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
Ed Burns doesn't attract a lot of fanfare as a writer/director/producer, but he has slowly and steadily carved out a solid career as one of America's distinctive independent voices. If Woody Allen was the voice of Manhattan's droopy-shouldered neurotics, Burns is the voice of the outer boroughs: plain-spoken, barbed, ball-busting, coarse and masculine. You can't imagine a Woody Allen character saying "don't bullshit me, man," but that classic New Yorkism symbolizes what goes in in Burns's films: guys try to strip away their own and each other's facades and just trying to talk to one another about what's really on their minds. Given their tough-guy, working class backgrounds, it's not always easy for them. In the last eleven years, there are seven films which Burns has both written and directed while fitting his career as an auteur in the interstices of a respectable career as an actor in other people's movies. He doesn't have a major triumph in his filmography, but he doesn't have any crap in there either, and his production is as consistent and reliable as his IMDb scores.
I haven't always liked his movies or found them entertaining, but I always like what he tries to accomplish. He creates real people and gets them interacting over real matters. His characters may or may not draw me into their lives, but I always get the feeling that I'm watching real people. Burns is good at that. That's the sort of thing that independent film is quite good at in general, and maybe it's something that studio films should do better instead of cranking out formulaic and adolescent fantasies. The Groomsman has a rather familiar premise. A guy's wedding is about a week away, and his best friends are re-uniting in preparation for their roles as the groomsmen. They each have issues to deal with, and to share with the others. The groom (Burns) is experiencing some pre-wedding doubts and jitters. His older brother has been acting like a complete prick recently, and nobody can figure out why. He has a dark secret. One friend hasn't been seen in eight years, after having left town without saying good-bye to anyone. He has an even darker secret. One guy has never grown up at all. One guy is living a sensible life as a husband and father. Some of them need to work out issues with their significant others, while others have to reconcile with parents. About the only thing that makes this different from any other treatment you have seen of these themes is that it is seen through the eyes of regular, everyday "don't bullshit me" guys. In other words, it's a soap opera for men. It's a solid effort, as Burns's films generally are, but the key question for discussion is why a pretty good flick like this ended up in no more than 73 theaters, and grossed only $125,000. I guess the answer to that lies in understanding the answer to this one, "How many people actually want to watch a soap opera for men?" Some indy filmmakers find an arthouse audience, but those audiences don't generally go for Burn's kind of rugged, down-to-earth masculine camaraderie. Women who enjoy emotional dramas are probably going to gravitate to the kind of soap operas they like, ones told from a woman's point of view. Men generally go to movies for escapist entertainment rather than to watch people express mature emotions. Net audience for this film: very small. I mentioned earlier that I don't always get involved in Burns's films, but I got hooked into this one. I very much like the fact that he was able to make the film more of a structured entertainment experience in terms of conventional plotting and comic set-pieces, in the manner of a Hollywood rom-com, without making it all seem phony, and without losing his regular-guy ambience. It's halfway between a Burns film and a Hollywood film, and it works for me. The reviewer for the San Francisco Chronicle summed up my feeling with this statement: "This is like any other Edward Burns film, except for one thing. It's unmistakably better. This is the movie I believe Burns has been trying to make since The Brothers McMullen, 11 years ago." Jay Mohr (as the "emotional retard") and John Leguizamo (as the guy who disappeared for eight years) are talented comics, and their gift for street-savvy repartee brought a bit of needed light to a film that might have gotten too dark without them. The rest of the cast is solid, the characters are drawn with a great deal of care, and I felt that actual events were transpiring before my eyes. What the script lacks in pizzazz it makes up in heart. Frankly, I don't know how Burns continues to finance these films, or whether he makes a profit on them, but I'm glad somebody makes them, and I hope he keeps at it. |
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