Nurse Betty

Directed by Neil LaBute

Humans and their stories, my oh my. Somehow the familiar themes just keep coming around, again and again, ad infinitum. Of course, most of them have already been captured and processed by Shakespeare. From the bitter young man to the crazy old king, from the flirty young thing to the malicious old crone, we're well covered with the Bard. What's nice is when a story comes along that, were he alive in blue jeans and a baseball cap, Bill would surely steal and rewrite. It sounds crazy to say this of a Neil LaBute movie, considering the dubious auteur's semipathetic thumping of his own hollow chest, but Nurse Betty moves like a classic. Unlike In the Company of Men (which touched a few nerves) and even less like Your Friends and Neighbors (which anesthetized them; wow, people unhappily copulate -- how interesting, Neil!), LaBute has wisely ditched his own choppy bombast in favor of a crackling script by John C. Richards and James Flamberg, to the benefit of all concerned. The resulting piece resonates on the American condition, deliciously detailing the whimsy, violence, intolerance and shallow fantasies that fuel this nation. Oh yeah, and it's funny.

Our heroine here is a wispy blonde named Betty (Renée Zellweger) who deftly pours coffee at the Tip Top Cafe, somewhere in the sticks of Kansas. Because Betty is obsessed with her own version of Oz -- in this case, a cheesy LA soap opera called A Reason to Love -- she's in dire need of an exploration of her own "Dorothy" side. In her mind, she's already off to meet the wizard of love, the show's Dr. David Ravell, a sexy heartthrob played by a mediocre actor called George McCord (Greg Kinnear). Betty's world is tiresome and hopelessly lacking in inspiration, as is aptly summed up by her birthday "celebration," which consists of a cupcake with a candle in it; a photo shoot with a cardboard cutout of Dr. Ravell (purchased by a co-worker "on the goddamned Internet, where else?"); a blow-off from her best friend, Sue Ann (Kathleen Wilhoite); and thinly veiled insults from her husband's secretary, Joyce (Sheila Kelley), whom her husband has been sloppily shtupping. Ironically, her wretched spouse, Del (LaBute regular Aaron Eckhart) summons the tornado that ends up whisking Betty away. A sleazy car salesman (and typically facile portrait of the American white male), Del is the antithesis of his beleaguered wife's television hero, explaining that "these actors are mainly models ... which are mainly faggots ... and the rest are assholes." Poignantly, he punctuates his decree by munching Betty's cupcake ... uh, literally.

But the storm is already on its way, in the form of Charlie (Morgan Freeman) and Wesley (Chris Rock), two outsiders who have blown into town with a mysterious motive and attitude to burn. (When Betty waits on them, asking Wesley whether he's sure his greasy eats are a good choice, he shoots back, "You sure you want a tip when I'm done?") Clearly a master and ward, Charlie soon approaches Del with a stealthy resolve and a score to settle, but Wesley, a seething definition of the word "uppity," is much less patient, catalyzing one of the two gratuitously ugly segments that bookend the movie. Quick as a flash, effeminate investigative reporter Roy (Crispin Glover) and domineering Sheriff Ballard (Pruitt Taylor Vince) are on the case, but Betty has already blocked the grisly experience from her memory and swiped one of her husband's cars to head west. Her mission: Find her true love at the mythical Loma Vista Hospital in Los Angeles.

Nurse Betty, starring Renée Zellweger, deliciously details the whimsy, violence, intolerance and shallow fantasies that fuel this nation. Oh yeah, and it's funny.
Nurse Betty, starring Renée Zellweger, deliciously details the whimsy, violence, intolerance and shallow fantasies that fuel this nation. Oh yeah, and it's funny.


Opening: Sept. 8 at multiple locations
USA Films

Because there's a clever hook in nearly every scene, it would spoil far too much to reveal more of the plot, except to suggest that the writers were clearly influenced by both Thelma & Louise and The King of Comedy, the former for feminist empowerment, the latter for delusional playacting. (There's quite a bit of Soapdish in here as well.) But those movies only hint at the charm of this quirky and astute adventure, which actually bears a closer resemblance, in tone and gratification, to Terry Gilliam's The Fisher King (a movie that the luminous Roger Ebert, in his infinite wisdom, dismissed as noisy and incomprehensible). Because Nurse Betty's politics are reasonable (except for the repulsive whitey and a vicious Latino gangbanger -- and even these entities are certainly not unknown in this land), it sidesteps the aftertaste of doom that plagues many a tale of purloined "empowerment" or oblivious delirium. We visit the Grand Canyon here, but the director doesn't glorify it excessively or kill anybody in it, or force anyone to lose their mind among the madding egos of the television soundstage ... at least, not for long. In this sense, LaBute, like Gilliam, has a much more balanced approach to our national ennui and insanity than Ridley Scott (Thelma) or Lawrence Kasdan (Grand Canyon) could offer a few years ago. (Also, unlike our hero Forrest Gump, Betty is not a moron.) Whereas The Fisher King wore its mythic subtext on its sleeve (a bow to screenwriter Richard LaGravenese for that), Nurse Betty couches its archetypes in everyday conventions, which are likely to render it quite the accessible crowd-pleaser. There's a wealth of relatable material at hand, especially as the fantasies of Betty and Charlie lead them, pari passu, toward their intermingled destiny.

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