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Starring Kevin Kline, Paul Dano, Katie Holmes, John C. Reilly, Marian Seldes, Celia Weston, Alicia Goranson, Patti D'Arbanville, Dan Hedaya and John Pankow.
Directed by Robert Pulcini & Shari Springer Berman.
Paul Dano is one of those over-mannered actors where I'm glad he hasn't achieve the Michael Cera fame level. I imagine the Dano backlash would be worse than the current Cera backlash. Dano's made his mark in indie darlings like Little Miss Sunshine and There Will Be Blood. Dano's quirks however have been becoming obvious. He needs a director to stretch him in different directions.
He's done no favors by landing in this dinner-theater revelling of eccentricity. When Kevin Kline bellows his first line, it jolted me. "Is he going to go the whole movie at this level?" Why yes. Yes, he is. And Dano can't be subtle when graced with the presense of such ham.
Kline is ever-so-watchable as the debonair yet prudish ladies man. When the quirk begins to irk comes well before John C. Reilly decides to speak and, Zeus forgive him, does the entire movie inexplicably speaking in falsetto. Falsetto, I say!
'Tis a bombastic, turbulent (albeit never dull) mess.
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