Year Released: 2007
MPAA Rating: R
Running Time: 90 minutes
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Chris Rock directs, co-writes, co-produces and stars in his latest film. More significantly, he attempts to make his Steve Martin move. With “I Think I Love My Wife,” the stand up superstar endeavors to reinvent himself as a sophisticated auteur by reinterpreting Eric Rohmer’s Chloe “In The Afternoon.” You know, more or less the way Martin updated Edmond Rostand’s Cyrano de Bergerac with “Roxanne.” Nothing like a classy project to prove the class clown’s grown up.
The motivation behind the two projects may be pretty much the same but the end result could hardly be more different. Where Martin’s film revealed an artist fully evolved to a higher level, Rock’s presents us with one still taking his first tentative baby steps in that direction.
The comic plays a successful Manhattan investment banker who appears to have it all. Richard Cooper has a beautiful, intelligent wife (Gina Torres). He has two healthy young kids. He has an Architectural Digest spread of a home in the suburbs. What Richard Cooper does not have, and hasn’t been having for quite some time, is sex.
Rock reveals his character’s private reflections in a running voice-over. By means of this device, we learn that the couple has succumbed to several pitfalls of married life: They’ve lost their original sizzle, socialize exclusively with other married couples and, on those occasions, converse exclusively about their children. After seven years of marriage, the man who has almost everything proclaims, “I am so fucking bored.”
In point of fact its premise is about the only thing “I Think I Love My Wife” has in common with Chloe “In The Afternoon.” The picture’s hero goes through his life fantasizing about the women he sees in the course of his day. He has no intention of acting upon these fantasies; at least not until the ex-girlfriend (Kerry Washington) of an old college chum appears in his office one day and sets in motion a chain of events which has less in common with French new wave cinema than with your typical American sitcom.
The henpecked husband gets sucked into a succession of ever less believable misadventures at the coaxing of his curvaceous new cohort. One or two of Rock’s observations are amusing and a moment here and there points to his promise as a more mature filmmaker. For the most part though the movie’s 90 minutes strain credibility to the breaking point and manage to steer well clear of anything approaching cutting edge humor.
As Cooper’s professional life and marriage are placed in ever greater peril by his fixation and flirtation, the audience clearly is supposed to wonder–perhaps even worry–about the possibility that he’ll throw it all away for a roll in the hay. Anyone who doesn’t see the film’s safe, family friendly final act coming miles off, however, has some serious TV viewing to catch up on. I’ve seen episodes of “According to Jim” that were less predictably plotted.
In the end then, there’s minimal reason to rush out for this one. If you’re looking for Rock’s trademark smart-ass wit, you’ll want to look somewhere else. Likewise when it comes to a movie with something fresh to say about the balancing act that is wedded bliss. The filmmaker, to be sure, is a work in progress. More than anything though his latest work serves to reveal just how much progress there is to make.
Posted on March 20, 2007 in Reviews by Rick Kisonak
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