LABOR DAY

1 Stars
Year Released: 2013
MPAA Rating: PG-13
Running Time: 111 minutes
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The latest from megasuccessful writer-director Jason Reitman had all kinds of buzz back in October and was slated for release in the prestigious Christmas Day slot. Given his track record-including Thank You For Smoking, Juno and Up in the Air-there was an assumption that big things, perhaps even Oscar things, were in the offing for the young filmmaker’s fifth feature. Then somebody at Paramount watched it.

Now here we are in the Hollywood landfill that is midwinter finally getting a look and understanding all too well how that release date changed, and why there hasn’t been a peep about Labor Day in the protracted awards season conversation. It’s just a really awful film. And I don’t mean awful by Jason Reitman standards. I mean 4 in the morning Lifetime awful. So awful you wonder if an artistic screw’s come loose.

How else to explain Reitman’s four year obsession with adapting Joyce Maynard’s novel about an escaped killer who holes up with a New Hampshire divorcee and her 13 year-old-son over a holiday weekend in 1987 and (spoiler alert!) changes their lives forever? I couldn’t believe my eyes as this Harlequin Romance played out without a single tongue anywhere near a cheek.

Josh Brolin is hunky convicted murderer Frank Chambers. Kate Winslet plays depressed, tremor-afflicted and evidently shampoo-phobic Adele Wheeler. Newcomer Gattlin Griffith costars as Henry, who’s so traumatized by the whole experience he narrates the movie in Tobey Maguire’s voice. “I don’t think losing my father broke my mother’s heart,” he muses, “ but rather losing love itself.” Can you imagine the fun Juno MacGuff would’ve had with goop like that?

Fun, however, is in short supply here despite the movie’s snortworthy premise that the three immediately hit if off and commence fulfilling one another’s yearnings. This involves, among other things, Frank making home repairs, doing the ironing, waxing the floors, whipping up his special chili (more on his culinary skills in a minute) and teaching Henry to play baseball in addition to rebooting Adele’s libido. Adele teaches her homicidal houseguest how to rumba, the type of thing that can only happen in a really awful chick flick. Eat, Pray, Dance.

There isn’t enough space on this site to list all the bone-headed plot holes. The entire town’s in manhunt mode (police even pay a visit) and Frank’s face is on the TV every five minutes but that doesn’t stop him from spending quality time out in the front yard teaching the boy how to replace the oil and change a tire on the family car. Oh and I guess it would be expecting too much for anybody to lock a door. You wouldn’t believe how often neighbors keep popping in. But the movie’s lowpoint, its loudest unintended laugh, has to be the pie.

“What I want to talk about is crust,” Frank announces after a neighbor pops by with a bucket of peaches. Not since the days of Jason Biggs has pastry played as sexually-charged a part in an American film, though the result is a thousand times funnier here.

The director devotes an unbelievable amount of screen time to the straight-faced preparation of this baked good, cutting between close ups of Frank and Adele’s intertwined fingers squeezing glistening slices of fruit and massaging lovingly molded dough. By the time he helps her close it up-which he calls “putting a roof on the house”-you’re certain to wonder when the manhunt for the wunderkind auteur is going to begin because, in Labor Day’s nearly two hours, the Jason Reitman fans have come to know is nowhere to be found.



Posted on February 5, 2014 in Reviews by
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