A film
review by Scott Tobias for thedissolve.com.
Sometimes
the right actor makes the difference. Take Vera
Farmiga in At Middleton, a sweet
but utterly milquetoast rom-com about middle-aged parents who connect while
touring a small, private college with their incoming freshmen. Since Farmiga
burst onto the scene in Down To the Bone
- like Naomi Watts in Mulholland Drive,
she had a better-late-than-never breakthrough after years of toil - she’s
proven almost incapable of delivering an uninteresting performance. She has a
live-wire restlessness that generates tension without filmmakers having to do
much to provide it themselves; Farmiga gives the impression that she never
reads the same line in the same way, and it makes her work onscreen seem as
spontaneous as it would if she were performing onstage. Good as she is in
movies like The Departed and The Conjuring, they could survive just fine
without her; in At Middleton, she’s
the only one manning the defibrillator.
Flatly
directed throughout by Adam Rodgers,
who also co-scripted, the film opens with a deadly combination of shticky
banter and manufactured drama, but it gets better as it goes along. Setting up
an opposites-attract scenario, Rodgers contrasts Farmiga’s Edith, a brash,
free-spirited single mother with a chip on her shoulder, with Andy Garcia’s George, a bowtie-wearing
heart surgeon who likes everything precise; for instance, he backs into parking
spaces so he can exit more safely. Edith and George have brought their
respective 18-year-olds, Audrey (Taissa
Farmiga, Vera’s real-life little sister) and Conrad (Spencer Lofranco), on a day-long tour of the idyllic Middleton
College. In defiance of her cynical mother, Audrey eagerly awaits the tour,
having already chosen its renowned linguistics professor (Tom Skerritt) as her mentor; in defiance of his enthusiastic
father, Conrad seems determined to hate it.
Edith and
George break off from the group - and their kids strike up a parallel
friendship, too, in their absence - and embark on their own unguided tour of
Middleton’s campus, including stops at the bell tower, a drama class, and a
pot-choked dormitory. Though At Middleton
likens itself to The Umbrellas of
Cherbourg, the great French musical about love and bittersweet endings
that’s playing when George and Edith stumble into a projection booth, it’s
closer to a middle-aged version of Before
Sunrise, about strangers whose romantic adventures have a time limit.
Rodgers is smart about the cautiousness that comes with age and experience:
Edith and George hold back more than Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy did in the
earlier film, aware that their flirting has an expiration date. Though that
lack of passion mutes the emotions of a comedy that often struggles to come to
life, the film mostly survives.
Credit for
that belongs mainly to Farmiga, who plays Edith as a woman given the
opportunity, Cinderella-like, to transform herself back into an impulsive,
carefree, energetic college student for a few hours. Garcia is fine, too, but
Farmiga’s the one grabbing his stuffed shirt by the lapels, forcing him into
taking chances and having some fun with her. The script, by Rodgers and co-writer
Glenn German, is never as clever as
it sounds, and Audrey and Conrad don’t spend enough time together for much to
develop between them. But Farmiga and Garcia have a chemistry that’s unassuming
and sneaky, and the pleasure they get from each other’s company ultimately
proves infectious, even when they’re stuck in the obligatory
old-people-smoking-weed scene. That’s star power. [Tobias’ rating: *** out of 5
stars]
Labels: college,
comedy, drama, romance, rom-drama-faves, teenager
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