24 July 2005
1164 and all that
I put it off as long as I could, but seeing Bewitched was inevitable: few Sixties artifacts affected me quite as much as the original ABC television series. (A woman who can do just about anything falls for an ordinary doofus? How could I not pay attention to something like this?) But I am wary when archetypes are rejiggered, especially when they're my archetypes.
Nor was I reassured when I read that the plot would be complicated by setting the film on the set of a TV remake of Bewitched, a bit of self-referential meta-silliness that didn't work any better two decades earlier with The French Lieutenant's Woman, but what really worried me, of course, was whether the film would step all over my dreams.
For the most part, it doesn't, although you can see the creaky wheels of any Nora Ephron vehicle without having to look offscreen, and while Will Ferrell plays both kinds of doofus endearing and annoying equally well, he doesn't transition between them convincingly. It didn't matter. Nicole Kidman walked away with this one, sensible shoes and all: she was so sweet and so perplexed and so determined that I wanted to take her by the hand and say "Let me take you away from all this." She would, of course, have had someone from the studio dope-slap me for my effrontery, but life is like that for us doofuses.
(If you don't get the title, try this.)Posted at 6:09 PM to Almost Yogurt