What’s
luck got to do with it? Practically everything, according
to “Match Point,” a new movie by Woody Allen.
The film follows an opportunistic, Dublin-born former tennis
pro who becomes rich and successful in London through marriage
to the sister of a wealthy friend. When his new lifestyle
becomes threatened by an affair with a sexy wannabe actress,
the apprehensive man takes drastic steps to solve his problem.
Will his luck hold out or will he pay for his misdeeds?
Unfortunately, although billed as a thriller, the film offers
very little suspense and fails to present major characters
we care about.
On the
plus side, “Match Point” boasts beautiful shots
of London (Notting Hill, the South Bank Arts Complex, etc.)
and glorious opera music in the background of many scenes.
And Scarlett Johansson (“Girl with a Pearl Earring”)
looks absolutely stunning as the femme fatale. She exudes
a kind of Marilyn Monroe-type vulnerability here which,
sadly, isn’t enough to evoke much sympathy for the
demanding woman her character becomes. Johansson’s
steamy love scenes with Jonathan Rhys-Meyers (“Bend
It Like Beckham”), who seems miscast in the lead role,
appear a bit too frantic, and her melodramatic behavior
during the last part of the film doesn’t come off
as convincing as it should. However, this performance earned
her a 2005 Best Supporting Actress Golden Globe nomination,
so maybe I’m being too harsh on this usually wonderful
young actress.
Also
hard to believe is the wife played by Emily Mortimer (who
was totally genuine in “Dear Frankie”). Yes,
some women might be as naïve as her character –
but not one with such immense resources at her disposal
and for the length of time depicted in “Match Point.”
Some
critics have expressed disappointment with Woody Allen for
cannibalizing “Crimes and Misdemeanors” in the
making of Match Point; a few even call this latest film
a remake of his earlier drama. That doesn’t bother
me. My biggest problems with this movie relate to a lack
of energy from Rhys-Meyers and the film’s snail-like
pace. To say I’m surprised about Rhys-Meyers’
lackluster acting is definitely an understatement. The handsome
young actor bowled me over with his enthusiastic performance
in T.V.’s “Elvis.” In contrast, as an
anti-hero in “Match Point,” he projects very
little screen charisma. Perhaps the director wanted to tone
down everything in order to create a more stiff-upper-lip
British feel to the story. If so, it’s Allen’s
fault -- not Rhys-Meyers’.
Under
Allen’s direction, “Match Point” moves
so slowly that when something actually happens, it’s
too late to stimulate much interest in the proceedings.
Yes, the last part of the film manages to resemble a thriller;
there’s a murder and a police investigation. And the
ending gives viewers a question to ponder: how important
is luck -- rather than justice -- in determining our future?
By that time, however, I had already tuned out on “Match
Point,” mostly because it’s a movie with no
heart or soul.
Another
change of genre for Allen (film noir), this is also his
first film set entirely outside New York, and perhaps his
first to break the two-hour mark. And it feels it. Even
though it's a gripping, fascinating story.
Chris
Wilton (Rhys Meyers) is a tennis pro at a London club, who's
invited to the opera by one of his posh clients, the young
Tom Hewett (Goode). Soon Chris starts dating Tom's sister
Chloe (Mortimer). But he's also secretly in love with Tom's
American fiance Nola (Johansson), and as time passes he
has trouble making up his mind about what he wants. Bad
decisions lie ahead, as do birth, death, suspicion and guilt.
"I'd
rather be lucky than good." This is the phrase that
echoes in Chris' head both on and off the tennis court.
And Allen insidiously examines the idea from all sides using
fascinating characters who seem to exist in a parallel universe,
namely upper class Britain. This is a realistic view of
these jolly snobs, although it seems corny because people
can't really be this privileged and oblivious, can they?
Allen
lets them circle around each other with a seeming banality,
while something truly creepy gurgles under the surface.
When he avoids moralising, it's powerful stuff, but then
he adds a couple of unnecessary scenes near the end that
make it drag badly and undermine his premise with arch references
(Sophocles?) and some contrived events. Even as he layers
in a clever sense of irony, he muddles the film with a cheesy
police investigation that forces an unneeded and extended
closure on the events.
Performances
are very strong. Rhys Meyers is good as a man who makes
a few very bad choices, although he doesn't add the extra
depth that would make Chris' moral dilemma truly resonate.
Johansson and Mortimer are excellent, delivering riveting,
astonishingly naturalistic performances as two very different
women who are sure of what they want. Along with the terrific
supporting cast, Allen's human drama comes sharply to life,
and if you can get past the film's few potholes, it has
the power to really make you squirm.
In recent
years, eccentric and highly praised director Woody Allen
has been mainly focused on the lighter side of comedy. Well
for the most part.
Last
year, we saw him start to drift back to more serious and
examining fair with “Melinda and Melinda” which
was a detailed look at a woman’s life through two
different lenses, comedy and tragedy. The film wasn’t
a complete success but it did start a new direction for
Allen’s films.
Allen
has always loved examining the comedic and tragic sides
of life. “Match Point” is by far his best film
since “The Sweet Lowdown” or “Bullets
Over Broadway”. This new film is very much in his
tragic side of films.
The
story centers on Chris Wilton (Jonathan Rhys-Meyers), a
fading tennis pro who meets Tom Hewett (Matthew Goode),
a well off and highly established bachelor who is dating
the alluring Nola (Scarlett Johansson) who he plans to marry
despite his family’s protests.
Chris
is quite taken with Nola and becomes obsessed with Tom’s
life. Chris marries Tom’s sister Chloe (Emily Mortimer)
whom he has grown close to. But Nola is never far from his
mind.
When
Tom and Nola split up, Chris begins to live a double life
as he pursues Nola while still enjoying the rich life with
Chloe. It is only a matter of time before Chris’s
life begins to implode.
Allen’s
examination of the duality of Chris is very inspiring and
Rhys-Meyers portrays Chris with such intensity it is hard
not to get into him.
Johansson
plays the perfect luscious femme fatale role so perfectly
I was reminded of so many other great tragic love stories.
In a
much understated performance, Mortimer brings the internal
struggle of Chloe to life with such ease and delicate restraint.
In every scene Mortimer is able to show so much with the
slightest look or glance.
I had
some problems with the pacing of the film and I felt that
some of the more interesting supporting players were ignored
like James Nesbitt’s police inspector. There were
some nice little scenes with Nesbitt but I wanted so much
more.
I also
felt no sympathy for the character of Tom which I think
there needed to be more conflict in him or another layer
because he comes off as a vacuous playboy. I would have
liked to have seen him more developed so he could be more
of a rival for Chris.
Rhys-Meyers,
Johansson and Mortimer are brilliant and once more Allen
does a wonderful job with the central focus of the film
but like a lot of his films in recent years he strays from
developing the supporting players.
I like
that Allen is swinging back into tragedy because his clever
dialogue and conflicted performances are always a real gem
to watch when he isn’t solely focused on the laughs.