To Gillian on her 37th Birthday (1996) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
Warning: No spoilers, but Freddie Prinze Jr alert. "To Gillian" is one of those movies that seems to be targeted most directly at the "teenage girl" market. Gillian was a devoted wife of 18 years who died on her 35th birthday in a freak boating accident. In the subsequent two years, her husband has not been able to let her go. He still talks to her and has a swim with her every night. Nothing too harmful about that, because he knows it isn't real, but his reclusive island existence is starting to have a significant effect on his young daughter, who is torn between her loyalty and devotion to her genuinely loving father and her need to have him "move on". This story all takes place during a weekend - "Gillian's weekend" - the anniversary of her birth (37 years) and her death (2 years). It is a celebration carrying on Gillian's birthday traditions, in which they build sand castles, dress up formally in prom clothes, sing their most hated songs on the Karaoke machine, and enjoy many other fine commemorations reminiscent of TV sitcom situations. In addition to the father and daughter, also along on this weekend are: a horny local girl, Gillian's sister and her husband, a divorced woman that the sister hopes to fix up with the widower, and Freddie Prinze Jr with his nose pierced. I thought that the script had a couple of problems.
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But the script also had some good
thoughts.
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Ultimately, I thought the film was
watchable, despite not being my kind of film. The reason for that was
the complex and realistic portrait of the daughter. Although
both her father and her aunt were full of it, and I couldn't believe them
as real people with credible motivations, the daughter character was
fleshed out nicely, simultaneously loyal to and upset by her father,
simultaneously clinging to girlhood while excited by the changes in her
life. Claire Danes also brought a genuine, matter-of-fact quality to the
character which I found appealing. It is interesting to see a megastar like Michelle Pfeiffer used in a minor role. Although she is undoubtedly the biggest star and arguably the greatest talent in the cast, she doesn't have much to do as the dead wife. Remember, she is playing a figment of her husband's imagination, so her only job was to act idealized. There was no need to create a real person, since the character is simply a voice in the husband's head, and will therefore not have to engage in any moments of harsh conflict or great emotional depth. Pfeiffer certainly does radiate beauty and charm whenever she's on screen, and the audience is therefore able to see why the husband can't let go of her memory, so the casting was undeniably successful. On the other hand, it seems to me that hiring Michelle Pfeiffer for a film's least important role is about like paying Mike Piazza a few million per year to be your bullpen catcher. Special note for guys only: although it is watchable if your significant other forces the issue, it is probably not the film of choice for the estrogen-challenged among us, based upon the following characteristics:
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I received this very strange recommendation at Amazon.com:
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