Shirley MacClaine, making no pretense at glamour, plays Harriet, a
retired, perfectionist businesswoman (advertising, at that.) She's such a
control freak, that she is determined to control her own obituary,
which brings her into contact with Anne (Amanda Seyfried), the obit
writer at her local newspaper. This is supposed to be Los Angeles; but
it is a fake version of L.A., more like a small Midwest town (apparently
the script originally was set in Ohio, and its naivety shows.) Anyway,
Anne can't seem to find anybody with even a remotely good thing to say
about Harriet, which is probably true to life. But during the course of
the film Harriet somehow becomes humanized and likable...a nice wish
fulfillment fantasy for all the curmudgeons of the world. So
unrealistic, so faux optimistic about human nature. But somehow,
MacLaine makes it work. She's a movie star, after all, and a fine
elderly actress with the crimped facial expressions and age lines to
match.
I didn't like this film, didn't believe it, didn't buy
into the characters. However I was impressed by the director Mark
Pellington in the Q&A after the film. He's a wonderful raconteur,
and his description of working with La MacLaine was vastly more
entertaining than his film. So, in retrospect, I have to be impressed
that he made an indie film for under $5 mil in 25 days shooting. And it
really is a showcase for some acting talent, including a sassy, young
child actor named AnnJewel Lee Dixon, and a journeyman supporting actor
named Thomas Sadoski, who really should be playing more romantic roles.
If only the script weren't so by-the-numbers predictable.