I once read a dolt’s sum up of Nelson Mandela: “He had his good points and his bad points.” The dolt got properly yelled at. Heroic giants aren’t in sum up reducible to their warts, if any there be. Mediocrities are. Which is a long way round to saying, Sophia Coppola’s On The Rocks, which I just watched, is mediocre.
It has a few good points, like Bill Murray in toto, some funny instances and a nice, gauzy sense of affluent New York.
But it has more duds, an in toto flat affect, lifeless Rashida Jones—even when she bounces back, one emotionally true scene where she excoriates Bill Murray, which is afterwards ruined by it being without consequence, a double ending unsatisfying patness, one between wife and husband, the other between daughter and father.
Other duds include the sophomoric dialogue between father and daughter about the perennial questions of love, marriage, and men and women, which is more canned, contrived and trite than anything else and, generically, a vacuum sealed cinematic world that doesn’t allow in even the tiniest oxygenated speck of real muck, and, so, is unknowingly smug in its own insular, affluent liberal certainties.
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