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Daily Variety -- December 2000
The Family Man
By JOE LEYDON
Schmaltz often sells well during the yuletide season, so Universal may have a
"Patch Adams"-size hit on it hands with "The Family Man," a slickly produced
slice of sentimental hokum that borrows freely from a half-dozen or so other,
better feel-good fantasies. The only question is whether audiences will pay
firstrun admission prices to see something this synthetic when they can savor
TV reruns of the real thing -- i.e., "It's a Wonderful Life" -- for free.
Hard-sell marketing, savvy positioning and marquee allure of Nicolas Cage
should be enough to generate strong initial interest and decent legs for this
Christmas-set confection.
Once again taking full advantage of slightly against-the-grain casting, Cage is
improbably but impressively adept at playing a high-powered Wall Street warrior
who's magically granted a brief glimpse of the simpler life he could have lived
on the road not taken.
Prologue, set in 1987, introduces Cage's character, Jack Campbell, just before
he boards a London-bound plane. He's eager to pursue a one-year internship at a
prestigious British bank -- but slightly uneasy about separating from Kate (Tea
Leoni), his fetching law-student girlfriend. Kate warns Jack that, if he gets
on that plane, the separation likely will be a permanent one. Flash forward 13
years, and guess what? Kate was right.
Not that Jack seems to mind his bachelor life as a high-rolling
mergers-and-acquisitions whiz. Indeed, when his faithful secretary (Mary Beth
Hurt) reports an out-of-the-blue telephone call from the almost-forgotten Kate,
Jack brushes aside the news as an unwelcome blast from the past. Jack has too
many important things on his mind -- like a major deal that keeps him working
on Christmas Eve, and a beautiful casual acquaintance he wants to unwrap on
Christmas Day -- to waste time on nostalgia.
Director Brett Ratner ("Rush Hour") doesn't often avoid the obvious. To his
credit, however, he does refrain from pushing Cage toward the kind of excessive
unpleasantness that actors cast as self-involved workaholics usually evidence
in this kind of comedy. Indeed, Jack triggers his own comeuppance through an
impulsively selfless act, when he talks a mood-swinging, gun-wielding street
punk out of shooting bystanders during a convenience-store fracas. True to his
wheeler-dealer roots, Jack "bargains" with Cash (Don Cheadle), who turns out to
be a cross between the wise would-be angel played by Henry Travers in
"Wonderful Life" and the crafty life-rearranger played by Michael Caine in "Mr.
Destiny." He knows what Jack really wants, or at least what he really needs,
and gives it to the poor guy.
The next morning, Jack awakens in a parallel universe where he's been married
to Kate for 13 years. He's a long, long way from Wall Street -- specifically,
in a New Jersey suburb where he's employed at a discount tire store owned and
operated by his blustering father-in-law (Harve Presnell). Jack has a loyal
bowling buddy (Jeremy Piven), two children -- 6-year-old Annie (Makenzie Vega)
and infant Josh (Jake and Ryan Milkovich) -- and a wardrobe that causes him no
end of pain and embarrassment. He knows something is terribly wrong -- and so
does little Annie, who thinks he's an alien impersonating her beloved father.
Jack isn't entirely sure that she's wrong.
In this and several other respects, "Family Man" plays more than a little like
a gender-switched version of last year's "Me Myself I," the underrated Aussie
comedy in which Rachel Griffiths memorably essays an unhappily single magazine
writer who finds herself miraculously married to the fellow she ditched 13
years earlier. Similarities between the two pics are almost certainly
coincidental -- according to the production notes, screenwriters David Diamond
and David Weissman first pitched their project in 1995 -- but nonetheless
pronounced.
For more than half of its length, "Family Man" wrings easy laughs from Jack's
not-so-quiet desperation in lower-middle-class discontent. (Cage conveys Jack's
mounting horror with just the right degree of darkly comic edginess.) Pic
depicts suburbia as not unlike a lower circle of hell, populated with uncouth
clods who know nothing about mergers, acquisitions or even fine wines. After an
hour or so, however, Ratner and his writers attempt a jarring about-face, to
show Jack falling in love with his wife, his children and his low-profile life
as a salt-of-the-earth Joe Average. The switch is, to put it charitably, a
great deal less than persuasive.
Filmmakers flash more mixed signals in their inconsistent characterization of
Kate, who apparently guilt-tripped Jack into forsaking his Wall Street career
for her father's business. Dark suspicions multiply when, late in the pic, Jack
gets a credibility-stretching second chance to work for his old bosses, at the
company where he thrived before being transformed into a bowling suburbanite.
Instead of being overjoyed that Jack has a priceless opportunity, Kate
expresses profound displeasure, and more or less demands that her husband
remain unfulfilled and underemployed. It reflects highly on Leoni's acting
talent and charisma that, even though her character is given to off-putting and
arbitrary behavior, she remains sympathetic. It doesn't hurt that she plays
Kate with enough alluring sensuality to lend at least a modicum of credence to
Jack's third-act embrace of suburban life.
Cheadle makes the most of his few scenes as the ambiguous Cash. Among the other
supporting players, standouts include Piven as Jack's none-too-bright but
decent best friend, and Saul Rubinek and Josef Sommer as Jack's companions in
corporate wheeler-dealing. As Jack's suspicious young daughter, Vega affects a
working-class accent that is meant to be endearingly comical but only serves to
make her seem a bit strange.Production package is suitably handsome, with
notably strong contributions from cinematographer Dante Spinotti and production
designer Kristi Zea.
Camera (Deluxe color, Panavision widescreen), Dante Spinotti; editor, Mark
Helfrich; music, Danny Elfman; music supervisors, Gary Jones, Happy Walters;
production designer, Kristi Zea; art director, Steve Saklad; set decorator,
Leslie Pope; set designer, Lori Rowbotham; costume designer, Betsy Herman;
sound (Dolby Digital/SDDS/DTS), Kim Ornitz; supervising sound editors, Gregory
King, Darren King; visual effects supervisor, Mat(cq) Beck; associate
producer/assistant director, James M. Freitag; casting, Matthew Barry, Nancy
Green-Keyes. Reviewed at Cinemark Tinseltown Westchase Theater, Houston, Nov.
20, 2000. MPAA Rating: PG-13. Running time: 125 MIN.
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