A film review by James
Berardinelli for ReelViews.net.
Meet Joe Black has the dubious distinction of being the
longest film to date of 1998. It is also one of the most tedious and bombastic.
At a hair under three hours, it's shorter than James Cameron's Titanic,
yet, when it comes to pace, Meet Joe Black is glacial.
Director Martin Brest, who directed the enjoyable-but-also-too-long Scent
of a Woman, is at his absolute worst here. Brest transforms a seemingly foolproof idea
into an overblown bore.
There are slow
movies, slooooooooooow movies, and then there's Meet
Joe Black. Somehow, Brest
manages to take a script lacking the content to justify a two hour motion
picture and drag it out to three. Several obvious techniques are applied to
accomplish this. The first, and most obvious, is that the director forces his
actors to insert frequent, lengthy pauses into all dialogue (I kept wondering
if he believed he was directing William Shatner). It wouldn't be as bad if the
conversations were well-written, but most of what the characters say is
sophomoric and rarely of much interest. Then, to add insult to injury, Brest never lets a scene
end naturally, but keeps things going long past the point where the audience
has lost interest.
Meet Joe Black was loosely suggested by the 1934
movie, Death Takes a Holiday, which, in turn, was based on a '20s
stage play of the same name. This is not a strict remake - in fact, a key
subplot is eliminated entirely - but it uses the black-and-white film's central
conceit: what would happen if Death decided to temporarily abandon his place in
the cosmos and reside for a brief time on Earth? Meet Joe Black postulates
that he might look like Brad Pitt,
fall in love with a beautiful young woman, and help save a good man's company.
One thing this movie ignores, however, is how the universe fares with Death on
vacation. Death Takes a Holiday went to great pains to
describe the horrors of a world in which there was still illness and injury,
but no death. Disappointingly, that potentially-fascinating aspect of the
situation is ignored [Blogger's comment: almost totally ignored] by Meet Joe Black, which wastes the bulk of
its three hours on a passionless romance and an absurd corporate takeover
scheme.
The film introduces Bill
Parrish (Anthony Hopkins), a
corporate tycoon on the verge of celebrating his 65th birthday. He's also about
to die from a heart attack. One night, after dinner, Death (Brad Pitt) appears
with an offer: he'll put off taking
Bill if, in return, Bill will introduce him to the wonders of being alive. The
longer Bill can keep him interested in remaining corporeal, the longer the reprieve.
So Bill introduces Death, renamed Joe
Black, to his family: daughters Susan (Claire
Forlani) and Allison (Marcia Gay
Harden), son-in-law Quince (Jeffrey
Tambor), and future son-in-law Drew (Jake
Weber). With his almost childlike innocence, Joe is an immediate hit with
everyone except Drew, who sees him as a rival for Susan's affections. His fears
are justified; soon Joe and Susan are falling for each other, and there's
nothing that Bill can do to stop the doomed relationship.
The centerpiece of Meet
Joe Black is the romance between Joe and Susan, but it's not the kind
of motion picture love affair that causes the spirit to soar. Forlani and Pitt
may both possess matinee-style good looks, but they generate no heat or
chemistry, and, as a result, they end up being featured in some of the most
painfully protracted and awkward romantic sequences of any movie this year. As
bland as they are together, they're not much more compelling when apart. At
least Susan shows hints of three-dimensionality. Joe is unreadable - sometimes
ingenuous, sometimes ominous, but never interesting. (And, since Death has been
watching humankind for eons, how is it that he doesn't understand what kissing
and sex are?) When it comes to a spiritual being taking a physical form, Nicholas
Cage's angel in City
of Angels wins the 1998 sweepstakes.
In general, Brad Pitt is
not a terrible actor, and I give him credit for trying to broaden his range,
but his work here is execrable. Pitt's acting, in concert with Brest 's heavy-handed direction, makes this
character a complete waste of celluloid. Joe Black looks like death warmed
over. Anthony Hopkins does his best to add a dose of class to the proceedings,
but there's only so much he can do, and he isn't given an especially meaty
part. Claire Forlani, the young beauty from Basquiat,
shows great promise, although there are a few scenes when she looks like a deer
caught in a car's headlights. Jake Weber is suitably despicable as the
traitorous Drew, and Marcia Gay Harden and Jeffrey Tambor provide adequate
support.
As is Brest 's trademark, there's plenty of
emotional button-pushing, only this time, the director doesn't have a good feel
for how best to manipulate the audience. There's a big speech near the end and
a lot of melodramatic music, but, instead of leading the viewer into a state of
emotional rapture, it all rings hollow. Perhaps it's because there's no rapport
between the audience and the characters, or perhaps it's because the movie has
long since worn out its welcome. Either way, the grand finale, like almost
everything else in the movie, is a dud. As far as epics go, this one is a
failure. In fact, by comparison, Meet Joe Black makes last
year's Kevin Costner post-apocalyptic tale, The
Postman, seem like a model of restraint and solid storytelling.
[Berardinelli’s rating: *½ out of 4 stars]
Blogger's comment: I really think James Berardinelli was a little hard on this film and on Brad Pitt. Granted it's overly long, moves too slowly and completely ignores the problem of the dying not being able to die. But I thought Brad Pitt played the character of Death experiencing a human body for the first time rather well.
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