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A year ago, John Cusack was smarting over his breakup with Catherine Zeta-Jones, who, he lamented, was "out of my class -- too smart, too pretty, too much." He couldn't figure out why such a self-absorbed glamour doll was going out with such a regular-Joe schmo in the first place; he waited for the moment when she would discover he was a fraud, a loser in a Dickies T-shirt. When she did notice what a mistake she had made and traded up for more exotic fare, Cusack stood outside her apartment and watched her cozy up to her new, better boyfriend. Drenched by a downpour, bellowing her name up and down an empty street, he lost his mind, lit a cigarette, then went into seclusion and lost 15 pounds. At that moment, Cusack wore the look of soaked despair as honestly as any contemporary actor: Battered and beaten by love's broken promises, he was as familiar and fragile as anyone in the audience. When Zeta-Jones threw Cusack to the curb, he looked and felt every bit the inconsolable mortal -- like us, in other words, the role he's best filled ever since he traveled thousands of miles to make it with a sure thing, then convinced Ione Skye she could say anything.
But the obsessive hangdog despair that permeated 2000's High Fidelity(which Cusack co-wrote, using Nick Hornby's novel as his roadmap) has been replaced by obnoxious, transparent cornball comedy in America's Sweethearts, in which movie stars stop pretending they're Regular Folk and embrace their status as Beautiful People. Cusack's despair now looks like something closer to embarrassment as he tries, gamely, to play along in a world he really doesn't belong in. It's a fantasyland in which he (as Eddie Thomas) and Zeta-Jones (as Gwen Harrison) are the perfect couple offscreen and stars of several successful, beloved romantic comedies (which wouldn't explain why High Fidelitywas a flop, but whatever). They're actually playing Billy Crystal and Meg Ryan, if the two had married and kept on making When Harry Met Sally..., only with such titles as Autumn With Greg and Peg, Requiem for an Outfielder and Sasha and the Optometrist.
In fact, Crystal originally wrote the film (with Analyze Thispartner Peter Tolan) imagining he would play the role of Eddie. Instead, Crystal plays Lee Phillips, the studio public-relations man charged with bringing the estranged couple together for one final press junket, for their future-cop film Time Over Time (tagline: "He went back in time to save her future"). Lee has the thankless job of conning the media and ticket buyers into believing they're on the verge of reconciliation, even though Gwen has taken up with a new Latin lover (Hank Azaria, doing Antonio Banderas with a speech impediment).
But Crystal doesn't write movies. Rather, he pens vaudeville shtick, broad farce that plays better in the high altitudes of the Catskills. This is a movie that expects us to somehow buy Julia Roberts as Kiki, Gwen's frumpy, put-upon sister-cum-assistant; it even dolls her up in a fat suit for two awkward flashback scenes, in which she merely looks like movie star Julia Roberts in padding and latex. The film commingles prop comedy with daffy slapstick, down to the scene in which Lee nearly knocks Eddie off the roof of a resort hotel in front of the assembled press. Cusack, at that moment, looks as if he's ready to jump. Just recall the face he wore throughout Con Air -- that of a man futilely swimming with the mainstream.
It's as though, by appearing in America's Sweethearts, Cusack is trying to make up for having written and starred in a movie as sharply observant and deeply felt as High Fidelity. He's waving the white flag of surrender, selling out because no one else was buying, and, as a result, he's trapped. Cusack seems to want to play Eddie real (he explains to Lee that he doesn't need an entourage because, as a paranoid schizophrenic, he's his own posse), but Crystal and Tolan and director Joe Roth never allow him to transcend the ridiculous and obvious. They even re-enact a scene from High Fidelity, only to replace tangible sentiment with lowbrow camp: Once again, Cusack stands in a storm and spies Zeta-Jones (whose Gwen in every way resembles her High Fidelity character) and her new love through a window, but this time he drives his motorcycle through the glass in a misguided attempt to either kill her or win her back. When Gwen finally leaves him, Eddie winds up not in a dilapidated record store but in a four-star spiritual sanctuary run by a hippie guru (Alan Arkin, sporting a Gregg Allman wig), where he tries to find inner peace by gulping down bags of herbal narcotics and chanting hollow mantras -- a joke so tattered it was nearly worn out by the time Steve Martin got around to it in Bowfinger.
One would think Tolan, a former writer on The Larry Sanders Show, would possess more pointed barbs to toss at the Biz, but his is a gag-writer's bag of tired tricks. A studio boss (Stanley Tucci) is so desperate for a hit that he wonder how he can convince Eddie to commit suicide. Journalists are presented only as sycophantic prying hyenas and gullible swallowers of pre-masticated bullshit; the media circle-jerk was better depicted in Roberts' Notting Hill, which hovers over America's Sweetheartslike a leering specter. An aging director (Christopher Walken), who's holding Time Over Timehostage till the end of the junket, is a nutso revolutionary who edits his masterpieces in the Unabomber's cabin, which rests on the front lawn of his mansion. The jokes are easy but ultimately hard to swallow. It's as though these famous men and women have never seen a movie, much less been in dozens and been forced to promote them to the fawning and fatuous. Never has an insider perspective felt so out of the loop: As romance, America's Sweetheartsis as heartfelt as a sitcom; as Hollywood satire, it's as pointed as an issue of MAD.
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