Better Left Unsaid
The story goes that Town and Country has
been
awaiting release for years, and during this time, it
has been variously tinkered with, presumably
well-intentioned efforts to make it ready for
consumption (it's so old that Hartnett, a young
unknown when it was shot, is now a star in his own
right and goes by the cool teen star's moniker "Josh,"
rather than the credit here -- "Joshua"). This kind of
story doesn't bode well for any film, but in this case
it might explain a few things, like, how come the plot
is so convoluted and incoherent that it might remind
you of Freddy Got Fingered. Okay, maybe it's not
that bad, but... it's pretty bad.
Porter (Warren Beatty) and Ellie (Diane
Keaton) are 25 years married, with an amazing NYC
apartment, and
house in the Hamptons, two kids (including a son
played by the above-mentioned Hartnett), a live-in
maid, two huge dogs, and fabulous careers (she's a
fabric designer and he's an architect). They look
happy, except for the detail Porter's having an affair
with a cellist (Nastassja Kinski), introduced playing
her instrument naked, so you can supposedly empathize
with Porter's inability to deny himself this one
little infraction of the sacred bond he really truly
holds so dear. Indeed, he's a "fool," he admits
eventually, but what a long tedious route he travels
to come to that realization.
Ellie and Porter's best friends, Mona (Goldie
Hawn) and Griffin (Garry Shandling), are happy too,
for once scene, and then it's revealed that he is also
having an affair. The women sort of bond over their
parallel travails, except that, oh, there are other
affairs (including Andie MacDowell and Jenna Elfman,
who both have better things to do, and did, even a few
years
ago -- like, L'Oreal commercials). And oh gee, men are
pigs even though they don't mean to be. Unable to
articulate what they want or think, the characters
resort to mouthing cliches, like, some things are
better left unsaid. Amen to that.
I'm hard pressed to find a point in Peter
Chelsom's movie (scripted by Michael Laughlin and Buck
Henry), but it might have to do with Charlton Heston's
appearance as Eugenie's (MacDowell) blustery,
big-game-hunter father, an erstwhile friend of
Hemingway's who now defends her honor with a big old
rifle. In case you're still looking for an effective
pro-gun control message, this is it, and from Mr. NRA
President himself.