With some failed films, it’s easy to
identify the main problem—bad timing, a miscast actor, a weak script—but with
others, diagnosing what went wrong requires a more holistic approach. Nearly
everyone involved in the flop romantic comedy Just Tell Me What You Want is highly proficient, from director
Sidney Lumet to leading man Alan King, and the film is impeccable from a
technical perspective. Plus, it’s not as if Jay Presson Allen’s script, adapted
from her own novel, is a complete disaster; although the jokes don’t land and
the tone is all over the place, the character work is strong. And while it’s
always easy to blame the failure of an Ali MacGraw movie on MacGraw, one of the
least skilled actors ever to achieve above-the-title stardom, it wasn’t
impossible for gifted directors to pull serviceable work out of her, as Lumet
occasionally does here.
So the problem with Just
Tell Me What You Want is simply everything about the movie. It’s a comedy
that isn’t funny, a romance about self-absorbed people whose love lives don’t
engender empathy, and a narrative mishmash blending boardroom intrigue, showbiz
satire, and other elements into an overarching storyline far too meager to
support the extra weight of thematic heaviosity. However because Just Tell Me What You Want is made so
well, it’s a bad film that looks and feels very much like a good film.
The main
plot involves the on-again/off-again romance between super-rich businessman Max
Hershel (King) and his mistress, TV producer “Bones” Burton (MacGraw). How much
of a prick is Max? He put his alcoholic wife into an institution, he yells at
his employees, he makes degrading sexual remarks to every young woman he
encounters, and he casually drops the c-word when denigrating ladies who anger
him. He’s also a ruthless businessman, planning to buy a movie studio just so
he can liquidate assets and pave over the studio’s physical plant. “Bones”
isn’t any more appealing. A cynical careerist who uses her relationship with
Max for financial gain, she casually embarks on an affair with a young writer
(Peter Weller), perhaps because she’s aware that Max regularly dallies with
other women. And when circumstances inevitably drive “Bones” and Max apart, he
exacts cruel revenge by seizing all her financial assets, suggesting she was
essentially a whore living off his largesse, despite her Emmy-winning stature
in the TV industry.
Viewed in the broadest strokes, Just Tell Me What You Want is thoroughly distasteful—but closer
inspection reveals attributes. King gives a terrifically committed performance,
and MacGraw is livelier than usual, though still quite stilted. Supporting
players Weller, Myrna Loy (in her last screen appearance), and Kennan Wynn are
wonderful. And every so often, a truthful insight emerges through the dense fog
of Allen’s pretentious dialogue. Whether you’re willing to tolerate the movie’s
shortcomings might depend on your ability to endure Max spewing this kind of
vitriol: “I wouldn’t call that bitch a taxi to take her to hell!” Romantic
comedy? Not so much. Acidic character study? Closer to the mark.
Just
Tell Me What You Want: FUNKY
6 comments:
'MacGraw, one of the least skilled actors ever to achieve above-the-title stardom'
I think she shares this with Candice Bergen, who's screen presence is only slightly less wooden than one of her dad's dummies.
Agreed about some of Bergen's earlier pictures, especially dramas, but she turned a corner with 'Starting Over' and discovered her true calling as a light comedienne.
Yeah, Bergen eventually turned it around. By the time she hit MURPHY BROWN, she was fantastic and unrecognizable as the bland, cold woman in GETTING STRAIGHT. McGraw, always quite lovely to look at, seemed to lose her early promise quickly.
Still not quite convinced, but you both make a good case. ;)
Lumet; one of my favorite directors. Still haven't seen this one. Not sure if I want to after this.
King should have received an Oscar nomination and would have had the film done any business.
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