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Make no mistake about
it -- the resurrection of Julia Roberts is now complete. Catapulted to
superstardom by her title role in 1990's Pretty
Woman only to be cast into box-office oblivion by duds like I
Love Trouble and Mary
Reilly, Roberts has recently reclaimed her title as America's sweetheart.
Following the successes of Stepmom
and Notting
Hill, Runaway
Bride will undoubtedly be a massive hit, reaffirming audiences' love
affair with this impossibly mouthed beauty whose guileless charm, easy
wit, and refusal to reveal her bare backside have made her this generation's
Audrey Hepburn.
Indeed, the radiant Roberts is about the only reason to watch Runaway Bride, the semi-sequel to Pretty Woman. Though it reunites Roberts with her Woman costar Richard Gere (who now receives second billing) and director Garry Marshall, Bride proves to be an uninspired romantic comedy that is not as funny, engaging, or sexy as its predecessor. It's the cinematic equivalent of a Michael Bolton song. Just as that honey-voiced fraud excretes watered-down versions of classic tunes, so does this mediocre melange serve up a bland, '90s take on classic romances like The Philadelphia Story, His Girl Friday, and Nothing Sacred. In a clumsy opening that hurries through plot and character introductions with a vulgar disregard for coherent pacing, we meet Ike Graham (Gere), a Manhattan-based columnist for USA Today with a penchant for penning misogynist diatribes. While seeking inspiration in a bar two hours before deadline, he learns about Maggie Carpenter (Roberts), a bride-to-be in the small town of Hale, Maryland who has already left several grooms at the altar. In quick succession, Ike writes an error-riddled piece about Maggie, she cries slander, he gets fired, then goes to Hale to vindicate himself by writing the truth about her for a GQ cover story. All this in the first 15 minutes. After its hectic introduction, Bride's story thankfully settles down. As Maggie prepares for her fourth attempt at marriage, Ike makes the rounds of her family and friends, ingratiating himself with everyone but her. Mutual dislike flares between the two leads, the very sort that assures they'll be madly in love before the credits roll. Sure enough, he begins to understand her as she discovers that under that crusty interior there beats (sigh!) the heart of a sensitive man. Burdened with a predictable, only occasionally amusing script and Marshall's sitcom-honed direction, Bride banks on the romantic chemistry between Roberts and Gere. Unfortunately, he looks old enough to be her father, and turns in a listless performance that suggests his manic character in Mr. Jones after a hefty dose of electroshock. Julia gamely displays her bubbly personality and irresistible, face-splitting smile, yet can't quite make us believe that she could ever love this blowhard. The supporting players fare slightly better. Joan Cusack does her "wacky friend" bit, a role that offers her less to work with than her part in the otherwise-dreadful In & Out. Hector Elizondo (who also appeared in Pretty Woman) is also underused, though he gets the film's funniest line (it involves a Fed Ex truck). Best of all is Christopher Meloni as Maggie's latest fiance, a high school coach who likes to expound on the benefits of "visualization." Runaway Bride is The Phantom Menace to Pretty Woman's Star Wars, a much-anticipated follow-up that will fail to meet many moviegoers' hype-heightened expectations. Sure, devoted fans who've been longing to see Julia and Richard reunited will defend their beloved couple against critical barbs. But viewers tainted with even an ounce of cynicism will be lacing up their Nikes and sprinting for the exit. |
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