Director James L. Brooks has his finger in so many pies, he doesn't
actually need to direct. He currently executive-produces The Simpsons for
Fox TV, and previous productions such as The Mary Tyler Moore Show and Taxi
still generate "Nick at Nite" royalties. But Brooks appears to crave the
challenge of crafting the perfect movie comedy--one with emotion bubbling
through the laughter, a film where we fall in love with the characters in
two hours flat.
Sad to say, he seems to be drifting further from this goal. Terms of
Endearment offered brazen sentiment, and Broadcast News provided
unforgettable comedy. I'll Do Anything hardly counts in his
filmography, since its original conception as a musical was gutted after
poor test screenings. Now comes As Good As It Gets, and the
overwhelming impression is that Brooks, Tri-Star, or both have been spooked
by the failure of the director's previous mutated monster. Right down to an
inexplicable title change--the original was Old Friends--this new
film reeks of worry, effort, and obsession with the response of critics and
the public.
Not that there isn't plenty to enjoy in As Good As It Gets, and
not that the audience won't like what it gets. Chief among the film's
pleasures is Jack Nicholson, perfect as Melvin Udall, a prolific writer of
pulp novels who suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder and
equal-opportunity bigotry. Melvin's routines--avoiding sidewalk cracks,
daily breakfast at the same restaurant--are constantly besieged by the
unpredictable lives of his waitress, Carol (Helen Hunt), and his neighbor
Simon (Greg Kinnear). Carol, who cares for a son with debilitating
allergies, barely puts up with Melvin's eccentricities, but Melvin sees her
as the only woman who might learn to love him. When Simon, a gay painter,
is beaten and robbed, Melvin agrees to help him out in various ways--taking
care of his dog Verdell, driving him to see his parents in
Baltimore--partly to impress Carol with simple decency.
The fun of As Good As It Gets comes from watching Nicholson while
Melvin's half-conceived schemes to win Carol's heart backfire. On their
road trip, Carol is rapt with empathy while Simon recounts his stormy
childhood. Melvin interjects with his own tragic coming-of-age story, but
his acerbic misanthropy won't let him play the martyr; pretending to be
sympathetic is simply beyond his gifts. When Carol repeatedly rejects him,
his pessimism is confirmed and a darkly gleeful smile appears.
But this subtle and funny performance isn't integrated into a believable
story. Helen Hunt is also fine as a witty but beleaguered single mother who
wants desperately to believe in romance, yet these two characters never
seem to inhabit the same world. So much time is invested in developing
their idiosyncrasies that, when they do connect, it feels false--as if the
movie has simply given up on the problem it has posed. More than anything,
the movie suffers from excessive tinkering. Judging from the sketchy plot
and abrupt transitions, As Good As It Gets has been cut to emphasize
the sharpest dialogue and to make the structure more conventional. It's
even possible that most of Cuba Gooding Jr.'s performance as Simon's art
dealer was axed, leaving a shell of a role that even Gooding can't
enliven.
The fatal flaw rests with the third main character, Simon,
unconvincingly minced by Kinnear. There's absolutely nothing to him--and
this is the role that could have sparked something between the principals,
the way Rupert Everett did for My Best Friend's Wedding. As it lies,
the movie's central romance is like a couple of lines that suggest a shape
but never quite meet. As Good As It Gets has all the elements of a
classic comedy, but it's afraid to put them to proper use. The funny
dialogue and fine actors can't quite balance the filmmakers' fatal
caution.