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By Cole Smithey
‘Inkheart’

Starring Brendan Fraser,
Eliza Bennett, Paul Bettany and
Helen Mirren
Rated PG, 105 minutes
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Based on Cornelia Funke’s 2003
fantasy kid’s novel, director
Iain Softley makes a half-hearted
adaptation that’s further diminished
by Brendan Fraser’s signature
boy scout performance as Mo Folchart,
who is a “silvertongue” — that’s
somebody able to physically conjure
up characters and elements of
reality from any book that they
read out loud.
While on vacation in Italy with
his 12-year-old daughter Meggie
(Eliza Bennett) bookbinder Folchart
finds what he’s been searching
for — an adventure novel entitled
“Inkheart” with which he plans
to bring back his wife Resa (Sienna
Guillory), who was lost to the
manuscript some years ago in exchange
for a one of its fictional characters.
Fire-juggler Dustfinger (Paul
Bettany) pursues Folchart to obtain
the book so that he can return
to his literary life within its
pages. Meggie realizes that she
too is a silvertongue right about
the time that “Inkheart’s” diabolical
literary-figure-made-flesh Capricorn
(Andy Serkis), makes his move
with his minions to take over
the world. Winged monkeys and
a minotaur that you don’t get
a good look at make up some of
the mediocre special effects in
an unsatisfying kid’s movie.
Through flashback exposition we
learn that when Meggie was three
Folchart read aloud from a book
entitled “Inkheart,” of which
there are only five remaining
copies, and brought to life Dustfinger,
Capricorn and a slew of lesser
characters. Now on vacation, Folchart
and Meggie are houseguests to
Meggie’s wealthy aunt Elinor (Helen
Mirren), whose antique-appointed
estate becomes an easy target
for Capricorn and his crew to
tear apart. Capricorn kidnaps
Meggie and her dad tracks down
Fenoglio (Jim Broadbent), the
author of “Inkheart,” to get some
much needed assistance in retrieving
his daughter before she’s made
to read into existence more people
and artifacts to aid in Capricorn’s
dastardly plans.
It’s crushing to see an extraordinary
actress like Mirren trying to
feel her way through a movie so
lacking in purpose that the audience
never really knows what’s at stake.
As it turns out, Folchart’s wife
Resa inexplicably has not been
hiding in the pages of “Inkheart”
for all these years, but rather
has been living as a mute (her
muteness is also never properly
unexplained) prisoner servant
in Italy.
The story also falls apart on
crucial issues of protagonist
and antagonist. Namely, who is
Resa other than a fading romantic
idea for her husband and daughter,
and what exactly is Capricorn’s
plot? Capricorn is by far the
film’s most intriguing character,
and Serkis eats the scenery like
Johnny Rotten at Pistol’s performance.
But Serkis’s admirable energy
is not nearly enough to compensate
for the film’s inexcusable lack
of emotional or narrative grist.
The film feels like some renaissance
fair project.
There’s little evidence onscreen
to demonstrate Funke’s status
as the “German J.K. Rowling.”
While it seems possible that the
following two books in the trilogy
(“Inkspell” and ‘Inkdeath”) will
eventually make their way to the
big screen there’s nothing in
“Inkheart” to excite audiences
about the proposition. CV
‘Bride Wars’

Starring Anne Hathaway,
Kate Hudson, Candice Bergen and
Chris Pratt, Rated PG, 90 minutes
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With a title like “Bride Wars”
you’d expect some explosive comic
moments of wedding sabotage and
subterfuge, but instead you get
a clunky formulaic romantic comedy,
even by Hollywood standards. Had
Liv (Kate Hudson) married her
best friend and rival Emma (Anne
Hathaway) it would have at least
followed in the manner of the
pair’s giddy love fest relationship
that suffers a relatively brief
catfight.
Best friends since childhood,
Liv and Emma have long shared
a dream of holding their wedding
day at Manhattan’s glamorous Plaza
Hotel. Crisis comes via wedding
planner extraordinaire Marion
St. Claire (Candice Bergen), whose
voice-over narration provides
unnecessary exposition. St. Claire’s
facade of nuptial planning perfection
collapses when she mixes the dates
of Liv’s and Emma’s June weddings
to coincide on the same day. Obligatory
shopping, arguing and dance sequences
lead to a feeble climax. For their
part, Hudson and Hathaway share
little chemistry together in spite
of their polished individual comic
abilities. The worst thing about
“Bride Wars” is that it’s a boring
movie.
Every year Hollywood spits out
a quota of romantic comedies not
fit even for airline viewing.
As years pass, the standby of
rom-coms centered around weddings
have started to resemble museum
artifacts associated with a tradition
of marriage that more and more
people look at as obsolete. From
its opening childhood flashback
sequence of young Liv and Emma
gazing longingly at the bride
in a wedding ceremony, “Bride
Wars” adopts a condescending tone
of commercial satisfaction that
Hudson and Hathaway have bought
into hook, line and sinker. The
film’s would-be target audience
of 10 to 16-year-old girls will
want to go home and prissy themselves
up dreaming of a day that, as
statistics show, may not come.
That’s not to say that this audience
is missing the retail message
about buying clothes, jewelry,
make-up, and all-things “dreamy.”
Emma’s low income as a schoolteacher
matters not compared with Liv’s
fat bank account from working
as a hotshot corporate attorney.
The income discrepancy is just
one of many ripe opportunities
for satire that the screenwriting
committee of Greg DePaul, Casey
Wilson, and June Diane Raphael
skip over in favor of stumbling
through two acts of “OMG” shopping
kissyface. The about-to-be-husbands
are as bland as toast, and it’s
in this particular area of masculine
representation that the writers
hit a stream of false notes. Without
interesting secondary characters,
the film has nowhere to go when
the camera isn’t on Hudson or
Hathaway.
Hudson is listed as one of the
film’s three producers and at
this point in her active-but-second-rate
career, she seems to believe doing
a fluff movie opposite rising
star Hathaway will lend some momentum
in spite of the source material’s
less than banal substance. It’s
been a long time since Hudson’s
terrific performance in “Almost
Famous” made her famous, and the
young actress is clearly capable
of much better work. Sometimes
you just need better script readers.
CV
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