A tender character study about
two children from entitled families reacting in different ways to the breakups
of their respective families, Rich Kids
does a lot with a little. The story is microscopic in scale, and the stakes are
as small as the 12-year-old hearts that get broken when two households implode.
Rich Kids is akin to same
year’s Kramer vs. Kramer, but while Kramer made a serious statement about
the impact of shifting gender roles on the nature of the American family, Rich Kids approaches the subject matter
from a more lighthearted perspective. Perhaps that’s why the film,
despite its convincing you-are-there textures, its endearing characterizations, and its wonderful acting, sometimes drags: Rich
Kids is a piffle about a weighty topic.
The film’s protagonist is Franny
Phillips (Trini Alvarado), a wise-beyond-her-years preadolescent living in New
York City’s tony Upper West Side. Her parents, Paul (John Lithgow) and Madeline
(Kathryn Walker), have been separated for weeks, but they endeavor to hide that
fact from their only child—for instance, Paul sneaks into the house around six
o’clock every morning to create the illusion he’s waking up there, even though
he resides elsewhere. Yet Franny has pieced clues together, so she shares her
discoveries with Jamie Harris (Jeremy Levy), the new kid at school. Because his
parents recently divorced, Jamie tells Franny what to expect, becoming Virgil
for her travels through an emotional inferno. Almost inevitably, Franny and
Jamie develop romantic feelings for each other, eventually creating a fake
“marriage” with the idea of coupling more successfully than their parents.
Directed by the sensitive Robert M. Young and overseen by Robert Altman,
whose company produced the film, Rich
Kids is filled with believable characters. Lithgow personifies a man
struggling to reconcile his selfish qualities (he ditches his wife for a
younger woman) with his selfless ones (he doesn’t want his daughter to become
another sad victim of a broken home). Conversely, Terry Kiser—who plays Jamie’s
dad—represents a midlife crisis in full bloom, right down to the bimbo
girlfriend, the fast car, and the tricked-out bachelor pad. However, it’s the kids who truly resonate. Alvarado and Levy
give fully realized performances, conveying depth and dimension without any
hints of cloying cuteness. Rich
Kids is far from perfect. Writer Judith Ross pulls her punches at regular
intervals, just as she fails to deliver laugh-out-loud comic highlights; the
movie is mildly amusing and mildly moving. That said,
better to strive for those lofty sensations and nearly achieve them than not to
try at all.
Rich Kids:
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