May 29, 2017
TERMS OF ESTRANGEMENT - My Review of THE LOVERS (3 Stars)
It's no secret that Debra Winger is my favorite living actor. That raspy voice, throaty laugh, and gorgeously expressive eyes combined with her gift of conveying complex emotions brought us legendary performances in URBAN COWBOY, AN OFFICER AND A GENTLEMAN, SHADOWLANDS, and especially TERMS OF ENDEARMENT. I couldn't wait to see her return to a leading role after 15 years of very little output or tiny but effective appearances in films like RACHEL GETTING MARRIED.
My excitement grew when I found out she had been paired with celebrated playwright Tracy Letts (AUGUST: OSAGE COUNTY), who has proven himself to be an exceptional actor on HOMELAND and in such films as WIENER-DOG, CHRISTINE, and THE BIG SHORT. In writer/director Azazel Jacobs' THE LOVERS, Winger and Letts play Mary and Michael, a long-married couple who have long ago lost any passion for each other and have taken on romantic partners to fill that void. Mary has fallen for Robert, a soft-spoken writer played by Aidan Gillen (GAME OF THRONES) while Michael has found love with the difficult, needy ballet teacher Lucy (Melora Walters of BOOGIE NIGHTS and MAGNOLIA). Both have convinced their respective lovers that after their college-aged son Joel (Tyler Ross) visits them with his girlfriend Erin (Jessica Sula) they will end their marriage and be only with them. Instead, they rekindle their romantic feelings for each other, thus "cheating" on their lovers.
It's a clean, classic setup for a romantic comedy, but Jacobs and company play things straight with quite dark results. Jacobs clearly wants to honestly explore sexuality among the middle-aged set, all of which gets an effectively sobering treatment. It commendably doesn't go for the obvious choices or resolutions, but, unfortunately, the film disappointed me.
Strangely enough, the first big elephant in the room is its score by Mandy Hoffman. It's an incongruously lush, orchestral, romantic soundtrack that would not have felt out of place in LA LA LAND, a Woody Allen trifle, or an Audrey Hepburn vehicle. Here, it makes no sense. ON screen, we're watching damaged people betray each other, yet the music tells us they're minutes away from wrapping themselves around a light pole in the rain. It's constant and truly threw me out of the movie as the actors and director valiantly fought to keep me in it.
To his credit, Jacobs has assembled a stellar cast. Winger and Letts are both superb, yet they're both given such little back story that I felt like the characters acted as puzzle pieces moved around at will by the filmmaker. There's something very schematic, flawlessly so, about the whole enterprise. Jacobs has crafted a much more visual film than I expected. He and his cinematographer, Tobias Datum, have made a lush, gorgeously shot film that could have easily ended up looking like a micro-budget indie.
So much of the storytelling gets conveyed by silences, which normally would be a high compliment, but in this case, I mean it as criticism. You don't put an actor like Debra Winger in a film and not let her verbally go at it. With the exception of one short outburst, she never raises her voice and often says very little. That she does so to perfection seems besides the point when her natural resources often go to waste. She can do a role like this in her sleep, and I'm afraid that once the highly deserved goodwill for her return to the screen evaporates, this performance won't look like one for the ages. Don't get me wrong. She's still amazing, but her performance seems hampered by an underwritten script.
Letts, on the other hand, has the better written role and masterfully plays his character's anxieties, impatience, and anger spotlessly. Ross (so great on THE KILLING), as their disapproving son has some terrific moments as someone who hopes he doesn't end up like his parents but who will clearly stumble. While Gillen isn't given much to do, his scenes with Winger show a looser side than he is usually given the opportunity to show, and Walters steals every scene she's in as a woman driven crazy by a lover who constantly lies to her.
If anything, THE LOVERS is about a pair of liars. It basically asks the question, "Can two deceptive people carve out a sliver of happiness in their lives?" The answer ends up being surprising yet somewhat disheartening and abrupt. I understand what Jacobs is trying to say, but wish he had filled in the blanks a little more carefully. I've never made a case for an adept visual director to dial it back, but here's a promising film with some of the best performers in the business that could have benefited from more tell and less show.
Verified