Starring:
Kate Capshaw, Ellen DeGeneres, Tom Selleck, Tom Everett Scott,
Julianne Nicholson, Gloria Stuart Directed by: Peter Ho-Sun
Chan Written by: Maria Maggenti
One
of my more cynical colleagues once said that filmmakers aren't
so much artists as door-to-door salesmen, attempting to sell
their "idea" to the audience. Another friend of mine who used
to be a salesman claimed the most important aspect in selling
something is to know what you are selling. If I were to observe
"The Love Letter" from these two frames of reference, I would
conclude that the filmmakers had no idea what they were selling.
The
story is set in one of those sleepy towns that seems frozen
in time - almost in anticipation of something to come along
and shake things up a bit. Then one day a mysterious love
letter is discovered at the local bookstore. No name, no address,
just an anonymous declaration of love. Naturally, the bookstore
owner is convinced the letter is for her, and begins having
odd hallucinations as she tries solving the mystery of who
sent the heartfelt message. Soon the letter falls into the
hands of the other townspeople, each one wondering if the
letter might be for them.
This
premise might have had a chance if the letter in question
was at all heartfelt or romantic. If it's true that the ability
to love someone rests within the confines of the capacity
for loving oneself, then a truly heartfelt love letter capable
of arousing the passions of those whose eyes glide across
its words would seemingly have to contain not only expressions
of love, but also feelings of insecurity, loneliness, hope,
courage, and so many other emotions associated with taking
a chance on love. The letter in this movie is devoid of any
true feelings or emotions. It reads more like the ramblings
of an eighth grade student trying to imagine what a true romantic
sounds like. An average person on the street wouldn't take
a letter like this very seriously. The characters in "The
Love Letter" treat it like the Zapruder film.
But
the letter is just the tip of what's wrong with the movie.
The story introduces us to several characters, yet about halfway
through, it inexplicably drops the most interesting ones and
focuses on the dullest ones. Essentially, the movie centers
around Helen, the bookstore owner (Kate Capshaw) and her affair
with one of her employees, a handsome but somewhat dimwitted
college kid named Johnny (Tom Everett Scott), whose deepest
sentiment is: "I love you more than my car." These are undoubtedly
the two least interesting people in the town, but the movie
wants us to care for their situation. It goes so far as to
set up subplots involving the other characters, then dropping
them without so much as an explanation. For example, take
the scene where Janet, Helen's assistant at the bookstore
(Ellen DeGeneres), finds the letter and thinks it may be for
her. We sense her disappointment when Helen, in her typically
insensitive way, explains to Janet that a letter like that
couldn't possibly be for her. Hurt and belittled, Janet leaves
in a tirade. They make up in a forced, clumsy scene later
in the movie; but how does Janet feel? Is she still wondering
if the letter is for her? Does she still hold out hope for
that special person to walk into her life and love her unconditionally?
None of these questions are dealt with at all. It's cruel
how the movie takes the time to set up potentially interesting
situations, then drops them to avoid "cluttering" the story.
(God forbid, we don't want anything interesting getting in
the way here.)
As
a result, the film wastes the talents of a pretty good cast.
As George, the sensitive local fireman who always had a crush
on Helen, Tom Selleck isn't given much to do here, other than
deliver a speech near the end about bad timing getting in
the way of a possible future with Helen. At one point, it
seems the film may lead to a happy ending for the two of them,
but the would-be payoff is so limp, one wonders why they bothered
hinting to it in the first place. The brilliant Ellen DeGeneres
is completely wasted in a "sidekick"-type movie role. Apparently,
the filmmakers don't believe she has any romantic credibility
whatsoever, and thus have her exit the screen to make room
for the far less colorful Kate Capshaw. The only performance
that really captured my attention was from Julianne Nicholson
as Jennifer, another employee at the store who falls for Johnny.
She kind of straddles the line between feisty independence
and a kind of tenacious sensitivity. She' one of the few characters
I believe could love completely and without regret.
Some
revelations are thrown in late in the story, most notably
from Helen's mother (Blythe Danner), but they don't carry
much weight, mainly because like so many other characters
here, we don't really know the mother and her relationship
with Helen. And when it's revealed who actually wrote the
letter and the circumstances surrounding it, it makes its
lack of emotion even more unbelievable. Watching "The Love
Letter", I didn't get caught up in an array of emotional insight.
Instead, I felt like I was standing in my doorway, watching
in disbelieve as a salesman tried desperately to sell me something.
. . . something he knew nothing about.
Copyright
2001 Michael Brendan McLarney Critically
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