MERYL STREEP'S NEW MOVIE
Kay and Arnold haven't just fallen into a sexless marriage after decades of devotion but also into stereotypes of writer Vanessa Taylor’s imagination. Tommy Lee Jones yet again displays his acting range by playing a one-dimensional gruff angry man, while complemented by Streep's trademark tilt of head thing she does so well. Kay hears about a marriage counselor (Carell) and off they go to spend a week in Maine and the sleepy town of Hope Springs. It is here where the crux of the film takes place, more specifically in the laugh less counseling session in which we get to hear these otherwise great actors talking dirty with Carell coaxing them on for more.
This film from Columbia Pictures, Mandate Pictures and MGM is being passed off as a comedy from my take of the trailer, but having to sit like a fly on the wall listening to what would be endless drivel if recorded from a real life therapy session made me wonder a baby seal being clubbed to death by a hungry Eskimo had it better than me, trapped watching the agony that is Hope Springs. Spoiler Alert! If you haven't been steered away from seeing this film yet, then I must warn of the spoiler in next sentence. While although maybe the worst film of the year I thought it may find redemption in the end by having a down beat ending but alas, even that hope was ripped from my heart as the filmmakers do a rushed about face and everyone lives happily ever after. I really thought hands down that no film this year, maybe ever could be worse than 'Battleship', but Hope Springs wins that prize on my smell scale. If you have a fetish for secretly listening to old people talk sex, rush to see this film by all means. If, however you're in a rut within your relationship and think this film might be just the thing to bond over, think again. Instead it will be the straw that breaks the camel's back. An oxymoron for sure because no hope will spring from this well run dry. An embarrassment for all involved.
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