The Weather Man
Billed in the previews as a comedy, The Weather Man is anything but. I’d have to describe it more as a plot-less, slow-paced, depressing type of film. And probably one of the more intriguing flicks you’ll see for a while. Nick Cage has taken a keen interest in "why are we here" scripts, dealing with midlife crises, debilitating feelings of inadequacy, desire for greatness, those types of things. There are definitely shades of Adaptation and The Family Man in this. And like Adaptation, it’s definitely a movie for writers. This is Steve Conrad giving us a peek into his slightly neurotic mind for an hour and a half. And that’s nice, but unfortunately Steve Conrad is no Charlie Kaufman.
Cage is not all that likable as an actor, so this isn’t some root for the lovable loser to turn his life around kind of film. Maybe Nick thinks it is, maybe director Gore Verbinski does, but it isn’t. It’s the story of a disconnected weather man who is so tragically and believably human that his redeeming qualities seem to teeter on the edge of existence. He’s selfish, he’s not quite sane, he’s annoying. But he asks the same questions that everyone else does, and he doesn’t see the answer to all his prayers charging in on a horse-powered chariot in time for Act III. So what’s not to love. His life sucks and by the end of the movie it sucks infinitesimally less. OK, all that aside, 3 more reasons to watch: a handful of piss your pants funny lines, words of wisdom from the beloved Michael Caine and gorgeous cinematography of wintry Chicago.
1 comment October 29th, 2005