No, this is not a movie about a metaphysical
alcoholic. It stars Kevin Costner and it's a
love story (surprise!) based upon Nicholas'
Sparks' New York Times best-selling novel. On
Kev's latest attempt to install himself as the
James Stewart of the late decade, not to
mention millennium (the word "late" being
overly appropriate with regard to this film),
he even dares to take a step beyond for the
finale of this latest escapade. This is one of
the few (count 'em, 2) true surprises in this
well-made, somewhat enjoyable, non-perturbing,
predictable love story which never quite
reaches its ultimate destination as tearjerker.
Theresa Osborne (Robin Wright Penn) is a
reporter on the move in the world of
journalism. She forges her way forward with
all the will of a woman who's waiting for the
proper moment and proper story and has no
intention of letting a ruined marriage or
incapacity for developing personal
relationships stand in her way. Her good looks
and gentle personality make her so likable that
even her editor has a soft spot for Our Girl
Friday. Little does she know that she is about
to find her solution stranded on the beach.
When she pops the cork and reads the enclosed
missive signed "G", all Theresa can say is
"Gosh". And so begins the hunt for the
sensitive, yearning, love struck man (must be
Kevin) who writes to his Catherine and signs
with a solemn, sad and solitary "G".
Theresa wiles her way into the township where
Garret Blake (Kevin Costner) spends his days
repairing boats not far from where his rakish,
roguish, trusty father Dodge (Paul Newman)
lives down the road apiece. In fact, dear old
dependable Dad is the one who comes up with the
advice that helps make the decisive move in his
son's life.
On the trail of a tale with love, mystery, and
potential American tragedy, our cub reporter
smells a story in the air, but doesn't expect
to become entangled in it herself. Before she
knows it, however, she's sharing more than a
bottle of wine with our hero. What's a girl to
do (,even if she is a reporter)?
DP Caleb Deschanel captures a visually stunning
portrait of a boring love story in rustic and
upright American surroundings. Costner is
appropriately bland in this suitable role and
Wright Penn is sufficiently interesting to
appear independent without allowing too much
spunk make her fall beyond the category of
heroine, potential replacement soul-mate, and
womanly woman
For those who intend to see this film, it would
be a shame to give too much of the story away,
despite the fact that much of it is
predictable. My suggestion is not to think too
far ahead (like several seconds) and just let
the movie wash over you like the water in the
opening shots. In other words, take it all
with a grain of salt water. In this filmed
rendition of "bottle, bottle, who's got the
bottle?" we could easily be pushed to admit
that in reading (or hearing) the third and last
missive, one might say that somebody can't
write. (No wonder "The Postman" wouldn't
deliver it.)
Of course, things could have been worse.
Considering the number of bottles stationed
around his house, Kev could have been intending
to write a book.
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