Not so very long ago
, I was dipping my toe into the eddying waters of Oscar prognostication, at which time I opined that if the infamously unpurchased Lovely, Still
ever scores a U.S. distribution deal, then Martin Landau or Ellen Burstyn or both might gratifyingly add to their career tallies of Academy nods. (It would be his fourth and her seventh.) That conjecture was based entirely on second- and third-hand reports on screenings from Toronto '08, but now that I've seen the movie, I feel that I can go on record that Landau and Burstyn probably wouldn't be nominated even if it were 1996 and Harvey Weinstein opened the movie on Christmas Day. The actors are fine but the movie starts out frustratingly slight and inelegant and then slides precipitously into something that actually galled me, and not in that Inglourious Basterds
sense of prodigious but diabolically misplaced gifts. I explain what I mean in this full review
, but I do hope that Martin and Ellen get other tries at front-and-center parts before they fully retire from the screen. Meanwhile, I'm embarrassed at myself for letting not just Oscar hype, but potential
Oscar hype for a movie that hasn't even been bought
yet goad me into watching something this amateurish and finally dishonest, when I could have set my sights somewhere else.
You can't win 'em all, but thankfully you can win some
of 'emand after seeing about twice as many CIFF movies as I've admitted so far, I've still seen more good eggs than toss-outs. Keep watching this space!Lovely, Still plays on Saturday 10/17. Martin Landau plans to attend, so even if you're as disappointed by this new film as I wasand, obviously, you might not beit would still be a kick to ask him about Bela Lugosi, Cary Grant, and Crimes and Misdemeanors.
Labels: CIFF09, Ellen Burstyn, Festivals, Stinkers