Year Released: 2013
MPAA Rating: R
Running Time: 121 minutes
Click to Expand Credits:
I hope your holidays were jolly. When the offices of the weekly I write for shutter during the festive season to give its staff a well earned break, it’s the only week of the year I don’t have a deadline to meet and you’d think not having a film to review might provide a welcome vacation for my brain. But that’s not what happens.
What happens is I actually see way more films than I normally would. I just see them at home and I don’t write about them until later, if ever. It’s the holiday season for you but it’s awards season for me. The final round of Critics’ Choice Award voting is right around the corner (Catch the live broadcast January 16th on the CW Network at 8. That’ll be me drinking too much and talking George Clooney’s ear off).
For Your Consideration DVDs have been pouring in since October and the time for considering the last of them has arrived. Over the break, one of the pictures I’ve been giving a great deal of consideration is August: Osage County. Clooney produced it and the question I feel compelled to ask is why, George; for the love of god, man, why?
It is perhaps the year’s most jaw-dropping dud-a miserable failure and a failure of miserablism featuring just an unbelievable gang of A-listers. Half the stars at the Critics’ Choice ceremony literally will have played a role in this offense against cinema.
Directed by John (The Company Men) Wells, this two hour adaptation of Tracy Letts’ three and a half hour Pulitzer-winning play stars Meryl Streep as Violet Weston, a pill-popping Oklahoma monster who’s watched Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? too many times. “I’m just truth telling,” she slurs to family members who’ve gathered round following the disappearance of her husband (Sam Shepard, as an alcoholic poet named Beverly) but truth is the last thing she’s interested in. Violet lives to draw blood and words are her weapon of choice.
Set in 2007 and marketed as “the year’s most wicked comedy,” the movie’s light on laughs and heavy on boilerplate family dysfunction. Its centerpiece is an extended dinner scene in the course of which the merciless matriarch tears into her three daughters (Julia Roberts, Julianne Nicholson and Juliette Lewis), feasting on their flaws and misfortunes. In the process everyone from Ewan McGregor, Chris Cooper and Dermot Mulroney to Abigail Breslin, Margo Martindale and the suddenly inescapable Benedict Cumberbatch is served up as a side dish.
For the first half hour or so, Streep’s bitch on wheels schtick is good mean fun but the script (by Letts) jettisons so much of the play that what made it to the screen feels sketchy and super-stagey-like something Eugene O’Neill might’ve written for the Lifetime Channel. On the menu: infidelity, family secrets, addiction, divorce and, of course, life lessons. Yawn. The missing hour and a half likely would’ve made a more interesting movie.
The best scene is the first. Shepard opens it by quoting from T.S. Eliot’s 1925 poem The Hollow Men: “Life,” he recites, “is very long.” You come to understand how someone surrounded by such boring barracudas could feel that way and never for a second question his decision to make an early exit. You may well decide to make one yourself.
And, speaking of Eliot, Wells, Letts and their cast (some of Hollywood’s best not remotely at their best here) in effect rewrite one of his classics with this freak show’s festival of caterwauling, claw-baring and catfights. April, once the “cruellest month,” can’t hold a candle to this August.
Posted on January 8, 2014 in Reviews by Rick Kisonak
If you liked this article then you may also like the following Film Threat articles:
- UWE…OSO….OSO…UWE…DING DING DING!
- PHONE BOOTH
- WEDDING BELLS AT FILM THREAT
- ENCORE SALUTE TO ROMERO
- COYOTE UGLY
Popular Stories from Around the Web