Have
you ever watched a movie and compared it to shuffling a
stack of playing cards? Well that’s probably the best
way to describe the new movie from director Gore Verbinski
(Pirates of the Caribbean).
Nicolas
Cage stars as Dave Spritz, a well paid local weather man
who is having a lot of personal problems. Spritz has split
from his estranged wife (Hope Davis) and their two kids.
His life just never seems to make any sense and it always
seem to reach a pinnacle when he is hit in the face with
some sort of fast food item from an irate pedestrian.
Spritz
is trying to also find to reach out to his kids but they
seem to be slipping through his fingers. On top of his declining
life, Spritz’s father (Michael Caine) is also dying
of cancer.
Before
he loses his father forever, Spritz wants to show his dad
that he can be a good father, have a good life and make
him proud. You know kind of what we all want at some point.
What
can Spritz do to stop his family from imploding? How can
he save his life and find himself in the process? Trust
me; Spritz has an idea or two.
On
paper, “The Weather Man” looks like a great
film. It is teaming with supporting talent, has a powerful
upcoming director and it allows Cage to do what he does
best. Then why does it feel so odd?
Well
there seems to be two entities in this film. One is a story
about a lonely depressed man reaching out to save his life.
The other is this twisted sexually confusing sub-culture
that seems to creep in at the oddest places.
I really
enjoyed the first entity and I found that Cage was brilliant
even if we have seen him do this kind of persona in about
5 or 6 other films. I also was a great admirer of Cage’s
facial expressions in this film.
My favorite
scene in the film is towards the end when Cage and his dad
sit in the car and listen to Bob Seger’s “Like
a Rock”. It’s touching, poignant and everything
this film should have been. It’s everything I wanted
from this film.
The
second entity was alarming, disjointed, annoying and so
inappropriate especially when a lot of it’s time was
spent in the sub-plots involving the Cage’s children.
Maybe
I am not explaining this monster within this movie very
well. Let me try, without giving away too much of the subplots.
Imagine
a situation where you are sitting in a psychiatrist’s
office. The couch is comfy and you are relaxed. You begin
telling this professional about some of the problems in
your life. He is very interested and you seem to be benefiting
from the session. Then out of nowhere an angry, naked midget
comes out from behind the doctor’s desk and begins
to dance as he screams at the top of his lungs the rudest
language you can possibly imagine. Now think how this would
affect you as you continue to tell your deepest problems
to the doctor. That is the feeling that I felt while I watched
“The Weather Man”.
To say
that I was disappointed with this film is an understatement.
I just wish that Cage would have shot that dancing naked
midget with his bow.