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Dr. Frank Swietek is Associate Professor of History at the University of Dallas, where he is regarded as a particularly tough grader. He has been the film critic of the University News since 1988, and has discussed movies on air at KRLD-AM (Dallas) and KOMO-AM (Seattle). He is also the Founding President of the Dallas-Fort Worth Film Critics' Association, a group of print and broadcast journalists covering film in the Metroplex area, and was a charter member of the Society of Texas Film Critics. Dr. Swietek is a member of the Online Film Critics Society (OFCS). He was instrumental in the creation of the Lone Star Awards, which, through the efforts of the Dallas-Fort Worth Regional Film Commission, give recognition annually to the best feature films and television programs produced in Texas.

KEEPING THE FAITH

C

Usually when a hot young actor gets control of the camera, he
makes a picture that’s edgy and uncompromising–just think of
recent efforts by Gary Oldman and Tim Roth. What a surprise,
then, that “Keeping the Faith” shows Edward Norton, who made
everybody take notice with his chilling turn in “Primal Fear”
and then went on to such risky ventures as “The People Vs.
Larry Flynt,” “Rounders” and “Fight Club,” to be such an old
softie. (It’s especially shocking in view of the fact that he
was rumored to have taken the editing of “American History X”
away from helmer Tony Kaye after shooting ceased, and that
turned out to be a pretty hard-hitting effort.) Still, Norton
also warbled away in Woody Allen’s “Everybody Says I Love You,”
so maybe his nice-guy side truly is dominant.

In any event, “Faith” proves to be an amiable, light-hearted
romantic-triangle comedy, not unlike so many formula flicks
of the thirties and fifties. The twist in Stuart Blumberg’s
script is that the trio are a priest, a rabbi, and a gal with
whom they’d been close buddies in adolescence. After a long
absence Anna (Jenna Elfman) returns to New York as a driven
corporate executive, where she immediately links up once more
with old pals Father Brian Finn (Norton), an assistant in an
inner-city parish, and Jake Schram (Ben Stiller), an eager,
people-pleasing associate rabbi at a local temple. Her return
rekindles the interest of both male friends: it causes Brian
to reconsider his vows and Jake to worry about how his getting
involved with a gentile girl might affect his family and his
standing in a synagogue, many of whose members look upon him as
the most eligible of bachelors for their unmarried daughters.
Rather typical complications ensue, leading to an entirely
predictable conclusion (though, at more than two hours, it
takes rather longer to get there than seems necessary).

One might think that a romantic triangle involving a priest
and a rabbi might invite some sharp comedy or even lean toward
the potentially offensive, but that’s certainly not the case
here. The movie is so rigidly, insistently nice that it
disarms criticism on that score. The lead characters, even
when they have the disagreements the plot demands, always have
one another’s best interests at heart, and the people who
surround them are equally pleasant. Milos Forman is cuddly
and avuncular as Brian’s pastor, for example, and Eli Wallach,
though he naturally kvetches a bit in the stereotypical fashion
required of an old-school rabbi, is similarly sweet as Jake’s
superior. Even Anne Bancroft tones down her usual histrionics
as Jake’s mom (and manages to make a thoroughly implausible
turn in her character’s attitudes toward the close less absurd
than it ought to have been). Indeed, the closest thing the
movie has to a villain is Ron Rifkin, playing the head of the
synagogue board, who expresses mild irritation at Jake’s
modern methods but, at the end of the day, embraces the young
whippersnapper anyhow. Overall, the picture is a happy
celebration of interfaith harmony and cooperation, making a
point of embracing cultural and religious diversity to the nth
degree (the chaotically mixed ethnic and religious background
of the bartender to whom Brian relates the tale in flashback
is perhaps the most glaring example of this).

On the other hand, “Keeping the Faith” can be criticized, like
the many old jokes its basic premise recalls, for being more
than a trifle stale. Much of its humor has an elbow-in-the-
side quality that leaves no room for subtlety, and when the
plot goes off in a vaguely serious direction, the movie comes
to a complete halt. (Anna and Jake’s debate as to whether
their love should overcome the difficulties their marriage
would cause for his career, for instance, is positively
deadening.) The obligatory final chase and warmly comforting
conclusion, moreover, prove oppressively pat and not a little
saccharine.

Ultimately what keeps the picture afloat is its game cast.
Norton proves himself an adept light comedian, handling some
slapstick moments toward the start with aplomb (although his
drunk scenes later are way overdone). Stiller does his usual
shtick ably enough: he’s more a stand-up performer than an
actor, but that’s not fatal. Elfman catches the gruffness of
Anna nicely, but is less successful at capturing her supposed
charm. And, as has been pointed out, the supporting cast
positively oozes likability.

So “Keeping the Faith” is well-meaning and decently put
together, and it has occasional moments of charm. When one
considers what Norton might have accomplished if, as a director,
he had been willing to take the same sorts of chances he’s
embraced in his acting, however, this harmless bit of formulaic
fluff seems rather beneath him.

28 DAYS

D

You might think that trying to make a feel-good movie about
drug and alcohol rehab would be a bad idea. You’d be right.
This new Sandra Bullock vehicle from writer Susannah Grant
(“Erin Brockovich”) and director Betty Thomas (“The Brady
Bunch Movie,” “Private Parts,” “Dr. Dolittle”) is a sappy
mixture of farce and pathos, filled with characters who seem
to have wandered in from TV sitcoms and story twists that
couldn’t be more cliched if they tried.

The focus is on Gwen Cummings (Bullock), a party girl who
spends her days and nights drinking and doing drugs with her
hunky but co-dependent boyfriend (Dominic West). Together
the couple ruins the wedding of Gwen’s long-suffering sister
Lily (Elizabeth Perkins), and our heroine is packed off to
court-ordered rehab, which she expects will have little effect
on her behavior. But she eventually decides to change her
life, not only as a result of the efforts of her counselor
(Steve Buscemi, in a thankless role), but because of the
relationships she builds with fellow sufferers: a hunky
ballplayer (Viggo Mortensen), a gay physical-fitness nut
(Alan Tudyk), a sad housewife (Diane Ladd), an addicted doctor
(Reni Santoni), a sex-crazed alcoholic (Mike O’Malley) and
her roommate, fragile heroin addict Andrea (Azura Skye).

The picture might have its heart in the right place, but the
writing is relentlessly obvious and the characterizations
thoroughly pedestrian. There’s never any doubt that Gwen is
going to change for the better, or that her relationship with
boyfriend Jasper is doomed; and all of Bullock’s frantic
overacting and Thomas’ intercutting of flashbacks of Gwen’s
unhappy childhood can’t make the protagonist any more
interesting. (Indeed she remains at the close, as she was
at the beginning, a pretty irritating little twit.) Her fellow
patients are even more predictably sketched. One is so clearly
not going to survive that the writer might have put a sign
reading “Dead Meat” on her from the first scene, and all are
provided with the kinds of quirks that are supposed to render
them lovable but eventually just grow tiresome. It’s surely
a measure of the desperation of the script that one of its
“inventions” is to have the group get interested in a TV
soap opera, from which outrageously silly scenes are regularly
shown. It’s difficult enough to parody a genre that’s already
a parody to begin with, of course, but in the case of “28 Days”
it’s an especially embarrassing device because the movie’s
plot doesn’t really rise above the soap opera level itself.

For much of the seemingly interminable running-time of “28
Days,” I kept thinking about the serenity prayer which its
characters chant early on in the picture: “Lord, give me
the strength to accept the things I cannot change, the
courage to change those I can, and the wisdom to know the
difference.” Obviously a hapless viewer has no power to change
a movie as bad as this one, so he has to tolerate it as best he
can. If he’s truly wise, however, he’ll skip it altogether.