I can't beat this film down with the glory I enjoy when trashing a Julia roberts romantic comedy or a CarrotTop vehicle, but I sure as hell can't just sit back and say it was brilliant either. Atom Egoyan's latest work has all his usual hallmarks, but also contains an element of what could be called cartoonism - it's just a little too unreal. Not that unreal is a death-knell or anything, but when your story is character driven drama, having your lead bobbing around like Mr Magoo isn't the best of starts.Bob Hoskins is a strange little man. In his business he's obsessed with the food his catering staff produce. When he goes home he's obsessed with his own food. Why? His mother was a TV cooking personality when he grew up and he's... a little oedipal.
Meanwhile, in Ireland (or Oyrlan' if you want to sound like a local) little Elaine Cassidy just got knocked up and marched out of the house. She decides to find the long departed boy who duffed her but she keeps bumping into bouncy Bob. And mad Christians. But mostly Bob.
What follows is best left discovered, because the only thing that stopped me going to sleep was that I knew nothing about the story going in. If you go see it after I tell you everything, you'll be in REM's before the first scene is over.
One thing must be said.. young Elaine is frickin' gorgeous. A beautiful young lady. Can't act worth a monkey shite though. Or maybe she can. but just wasn't. I dunno. Ask her.I could go into depth about Egoyan's directing or Hoskins acting, but two major problems bitched me out during the film. Hoskins was too funny, and the film was too long. It felt like one of those maths tapes you play as you fall asleep. It goes for a long time, you think you're getting it all, but next day you can't remember a fucking thing.