Nurse Betty (USA, 2000)
Comedy/Thriller
Directed by Neil LaBute
Starring Morgan Freeman and Renée Zellweger
Headline: Betty Oops
Rating: Two Specs (out of 5)
NURSE BETTY is a “problem picture” - but not the kind that Hollywood great Stanley Kramer used to produce and direct. This time around, it’s not the issue that defines the critical condition the film is in, it’s the lack of a guiding center (call it heart). Indeed, NURSE BETTY is almost a case of cardiac arrest, and this can be traced to the toxic misanthropy that director LaBute (In the Company of Men) is known - and in some circles praised - for.
The film is DOA in the cutting room, simply because it attempts to freakishly graft two moods and multiple genres onto one movie-going experience. On the one hand, it is an ultraviolent, hip black comedy about two witty, bickering contract killers (Morgan Freeman and Chris Rock) searching for a nameless-but-valuable shipment (as in the far superior Pulp Fiction).
On the other, it is a touching road movie about a naive young woman (Renée Zellweger, as Betty, in a strong performance) coming to terms with her true self, referencing The Wizard of Oz. Then there’s the whole David Lynch factor: small-town eccentrics (especially quirk king Crispin Glover) trying to solve a big time crime, which suggests nothing so much as Twin Peaks, right down to the soap opera subtext.
It may not be fair to complain about a film’s copycat tendencies, unless it attempts to wear its charming originality on its hospital-green sleeve. NURSE BETTY wants you to laugh at the bloody mayhem, and cry at the female protagonist’s psychological (and geographical) journey - and meanwhile learn something new about how “reality” and “fiction” are mixed, fragmented and ultimately lost in the TV Nation which is America (as if this wasn’t in fact a cliché of the Springer era).
When Betty accidentally witnesses the scalping of her smug, despicable husband, used car salesman (telegraphing his scum-of-the-Earth status) Del, she snaps into a protective fugue state, which sends her from Kansas to LA, in search of her “ex-fiancee” - the unreal TV Doctor Ravell (Greg Kinnear, as sweetly bland as ever, and as the role demands) from her favorite daytime soap.
In Betty’s wide-eyed, sugary wake come the argument-prone killers. Freeman is impressive with his cowboy attire and well-read gravitas, but his crush on the “Doris Day” heroine soon spins into a melodrama screaming for a mercy killing. By the time Betty finds - and then ironically embraces - her delusional identity as quasi-Nurse Betty, only fans of real life soaps will have their Kleenex out.
Comedy/Thriller
Directed by Neil LaBute
Starring Morgan Freeman and Renée Zellweger
Headline: Betty Oops
Rating: Two Specs (out of 5)
NURSE BETTY is a “problem picture” - but not the kind that Hollywood great Stanley Kramer used to produce and direct. This time around, it’s not the issue that defines the critical condition the film is in, it’s the lack of a guiding center (call it heart). Indeed, NURSE BETTY is almost a case of cardiac arrest, and this can be traced to the toxic misanthropy that director LaBute (In the Company of Men) is known - and in some circles praised - for.
The film is DOA in the cutting room, simply because it attempts to freakishly graft two moods and multiple genres onto one movie-going experience. On the one hand, it is an ultraviolent, hip black comedy about two witty, bickering contract killers (Morgan Freeman and Chris Rock) searching for a nameless-but-valuable shipment (as in the far superior Pulp Fiction).
On the other, it is a touching road movie about a naive young woman (Renée Zellweger, as Betty, in a strong performance) coming to terms with her true self, referencing The Wizard of Oz. Then there’s the whole David Lynch factor: small-town eccentrics (especially quirk king Crispin Glover) trying to solve a big time crime, which suggests nothing so much as Twin Peaks, right down to the soap opera subtext.
It may not be fair to complain about a film’s copycat tendencies, unless it attempts to wear its charming originality on its hospital-green sleeve. NURSE BETTY wants you to laugh at the bloody mayhem, and cry at the female protagonist’s psychological (and geographical) journey - and meanwhile learn something new about how “reality” and “fiction” are mixed, fragmented and ultimately lost in the TV Nation which is America (as if this wasn’t in fact a cliché of the Springer era).
When Betty accidentally witnesses the scalping of her smug, despicable husband, used car salesman (telegraphing his scum-of-the-Earth status) Del, she snaps into a protective fugue state, which sends her from Kansas to LA, in search of her “ex-fiancee” - the unreal TV Doctor Ravell (Greg Kinnear, as sweetly bland as ever, and as the role demands) from her favorite daytime soap.
In Betty’s wide-eyed, sugary wake come the argument-prone killers. Freeman is impressive with his cowboy attire and well-read gravitas, but his crush on the “Doris Day” heroine soon spins into a melodrama screaming for a mercy killing. By the time Betty finds - and then ironically embraces - her delusional identity as quasi-Nurse Betty, only fans of real life soaps will have their Kleenex out.
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