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I've been thinking about how star ratings can be relative. Three stars for ELEMENTAL means one thing (a disappointment by Pixar standards) but three stars for NO HARD FEELINGS means another (hey, you might like this overachieving comedy with some very good performances). I always try to treat a three-star rating as "This is good," but then "good" means different things for different films, doesn't it?
Whenever I think about the soul of Wes Anderson\u2019s work, I go back to the moment in Rushmore where the precocious Max Fischer introduces Herman Blume\u2014his friend, benefactor and romantic rival\u2014to his father, who\u2019s a barber. To that point, Max had cultivated an image of himself as the ultimate representative of Rushmore Academy, a school for the elite and presumably wealthy, and now he\u2019s pulling down that veil for Blume. Bill Murray\u2019s silent expression of acknowledgement in that second is lovely and absolutely crucial to the film\u2019s emotional impact. It could also be easily missed.
There may be no director working whose films are more resonant on repeat viewings than Anderson\u2019s, because these grace notes are so often tucked into the density of his overall design\u2014 the vast ensemble casts, the carefully nested narrative architecture, the meticulousness of the framing and color and production design. It can be a rich souffl\u00E9, and I immediately felt, after watching Anderson\u2019s new film, Asteroid City, that another round would be necessary. Here\u2019s a film that\u2019s framed as a TV production of a play that\u2019s rendered so persuasively (if strangely) as a movie that you have to remind yourself that the characters and the world you\u2019re experiencing are the invention of another character in the film. And yet, underneath all those layers of artifice are real, authentic feelings, invested by Anderson and experienced by his audience. Anderson leaves it to us to sort it all out.
Much as Rushmore opened with a proscenium, the film starts in TV-box black-and-white with Bryan Cranston as the Host, talking about the playwright Conrad Earp (Edward Norton) and the televised production of his play Asteroid City, directed by Schubert Green (Adrian Brody). Anderson plants that conceit in our minds before moving the action to a desert town of the same name in September 1955, starting with a tour of the Southwestern set\u2014a diner, a single-pump gas station and repair shop, a twelve-bungalow motel, etc.\u2014that\u2019s similar to the introduction of Steve Zissou\u2019s ship in The Life Aquatic. This is all made-up, we can tell ourselves, while considering themes of post-war malaise or the mushroom clouds appearing in the backdrop. But then Anderson\u2019s story\u2014or, sorry, Earp\u2019s\u2014unfolds in that Andersonian locale and our awareness of its artifice fades away.
Located \u201Chalfway between Parched Gulch and Arid Plains,\u201D the town of Asteroid City, population 89, is known mainly for a 100-foot crater and the now-tiny meteor that caused it millennia ago. But the sleepy town gets hopping when a \u201CJunior Stargazer and Space Cadet\u201D convention descends upon it, bringing young intellects like Woodrow (Jake Ryan) to share their enthusiasm for the heavens with others of their kind. Woodrow arrives with his father Augie (Schwartzman) and his three little sisters (a scene-stealing unit, it must be said), but Augie hasn\u2019t yet worked up the nerve to tell his children that their mother passed away a few weeks earlier. Augie and Woodrow meet companionable counterparts in Midge Campbell (Scarlett Johansson), a TV actress whose career is slumping, and her daughter Dinah (Grace Edwards), who\u2019s also there to be honored during the convention. Everyone\u2019s plans are upended, however, when an extraterrestrial event leads to a military quarantine and a lot of confusion.
The who\u2019s-who of recognizable faces in Asteroid City makes it seem like the rest of Hollywood had to be shut down during production: Tom Hanks makes his first appearance for Anderson as Augie\u2019s crusty father, as does Steve Carell as the motel proprietor and Margot Robbie in a bit part that also happens to be a Blume-meeting-Max\u2019s-dad-level moment. Jeffrey Wright, Tilda Swinton, Maya Hawke, Matt Dillon, Hong Chau, Willem Dafoe and Jeff Goldblum are also present in roles of varying (if mostly minor) significance, but they really submit themselves to Anderson\u2019s larger design.
And what is that design? It\u2019s not as readily accessible as the zany Matryoshka doll of The Grand Budapest Hotel or the sweet coming-of-age romance at the center of Moonrise Kingdom, though both those aspects are present. Asteroid City is more an invitation to appreciate it from a variety of angles as a melancholic treatment of love and death; as a starry-eyed look at the mysteries of outer space and human connection; as a vibe check of the mid-1950s; or as a commentary on the creative process and the relationship between artists and what they produce. If you can take all that in on first viewing, great. I\u2019m going back for more. \u2014 Scott Tobias
Last year\u2019s Causeway confirmed Jennifer Lawrence\u2019s gift for understated, internalized performances, a skill that had been in evidence since her star-making turn in 2010\u2019s Winter\u2019s Bone. After that zig, a seeming zag: Lawrence\u2019s latest, which she also produced, is a raunchy comedy with a risqu\u00E9 premise and a willingness to follow that premise to some unexpected places. But beneath the surface is a thoughtful character piece based around an unlikely friendship and set against the backdrop of a class-divided East Coast vacation destination. Sometimes a zag isn\u2019t that big a zag after all. Directed by Gene Stupnitsky (Good Boys) from a screenplay by Stupnitsky and John Phillips, No Hard Feelings doesn\u2019t always know how to reconcile its dramatic and comedic impulses, but the earnestness of its effort goes a long way.
Lawrence plays Maddie Barker, a native of Long Island\u2019s Montauk whose jobs as an Uber driver and a waitress barely allow her to keep up payments on the childhood home she inherited from her mother. When Maddie\u2019s car is repossessed, those payments go from difficult to impossible. But Maddie believes she\u2019s found the solution to her problems when she happens upon an ad placed by a wealthy married couple (Laura Benanti and Matthew Broderick) looking for a young woman willing to \u201Cdate\u201D their shy 19-year-old son Percy (Andrew Barth Feldman) before he heads off to Princeton. (The word \u201Cdate\u201D is pointedly placed in quotation marks.) Not really seeing any ethical problems with taking the job, and short of other options anyway, Maddie agrees and soon arranges her own meet-cute with Percy by dropping by the animal shelter where he volunteers.
This does not go well, nearly ending in disaster when Percy believes Maddie is kidnapping him. Still, he\u2019s intrigued and they awkwardly begin dating (but never quite \u201Cdating\u201D). As the summer progresses, they form a bond rooted in Maddie\u2019s playacting attraction to him that blossoms into a different sort of relationship, albeit one that\u2019s hard to define. Behind Percy\u2019s introversion, Maddie finds a complex guy with a desire to connect with others that he doesn\u2019t always know how to act on. Beneath her devil-may-care attitude, he finds someone with a deep fear of being hurt. But the truth of their arrangement hangs over the friendship at all times.
No Hard Feelings takes something of a grab bag approach, freely mixing moments of raucous comedy with well-observed dramatic moments and sharp observations about gaps between Montauk\u2019s well-to-do visitors and the residents who prepare their food and drive them from place-to-place and call it home all year round. Its tone is wobbly, but the cast helps even it out. A vaguely crafted character\u2014sometimes cripplingly shy, sometimes not\u2014Percy is made believable by Feldman\u2019s sensitive performance. He partners well with Lawrence, too, who\u2019s equally at home in brash comic scenes\u2014too many of which appear in the trailer, though what\u2019s sure to be the most talked-about gag is not trailer-friendly\u2014as in more reflective moments. (There\u2019s an extended take where Maddie listens to a song and silently realizes it could have been written just for her that\u2019s among the best moments in Lawrence\u2019s filmography.) Not every element of No Hard Feelings works or meshes together perfectly, but it\u2019s been far too long since we\u2019ve had a solid summer comedy with more than just cheap laughs on its mind (or, really, any sort of summer comedy of note). This A-for-effort attempt will do. \u2014Keith Phipps
The project was announced in October 2021, when Sony Pictures Releasing and Columbia Pictures won a bidding war between Apple Original Films, Netflix and Universal Pictures. Lawrence joined the cast and produced the film with Stupnitsky attached to direct it. Much of the cast joined in September to October 2022. Filming began in late September in various Nassau County locations in the New York City metropolitan area, before finishing the following November.
Thirty-two-year-old Maddie Barker is an Uber driver and bartender in Montauk, New York. As she owes property taxes on a home she inherited from her mother, her car is repossessed and she faces bankruptcy. Desperate to keep the home, she accepts an unusual Craigslist posting. Wealthy couple Alison and Laird Becker ask her to date and have sex with their 19-year-old son Percy in exchange for a Buick Regal. Since Percy is shy and has had no experiences with girls, drinking, parties, or sex, his parents hope to boost his confidence and "get him out of his shell" before he attends Princeton University.
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