It was a very good year…
Unlike the year experienced in this film by Martin Donovan’s character.
And, perhaps, unlike the year 2020 which we are all currently living through.
Spoiler: Christina Ricci does not get nude in this film.
We start in Louisiana and come to Indiana, Los Angeles, Canada, and back to Indiana again.
This film deals with a lot of things.
Being a widow(er), for one.
Particularly, being gay in a conservative locale.
But at the heart of this film is a very strange series of lies and poor decisions.
But there are also some good decisions interspersed.
Mainly, there is a shitload of chaos.
And most of it is caused by Christina Ricci’s character Dedee Truitt.
Sex is a unifying principle here.
The stupidity of sex.
How sex can lead to a whole concatenation of events which were unintended.
In a strange way, this film is a cautionary tale.
But our narrator (Ricci) couldn’t give two fucks about ethics for most of this movie.
The whole tone of this film is sarcastic.
If you like your comedy dark, you might like this.
But it’s not a particularly funny movie.
And, one might say, good.
Lyle Lovett plays on an archetype perhaps established by Sheriff Harry Truman in Twin Peaks.
The resemblance of gesture and demeanor are remarkable.
Lisa Kudrow does a nice job here.
Her character is annoying as fuck.
And she pulls off that personality deftly.
But the real star is Martin Donovan as Bill.
His acting exceeds that of all the other players.
Really, to my eyes, this film revolves more around him than it does around Ricci’s hellbent character.
And so this film is not bad.
It is a little disappointing.
It is a little half-baked.
Even amidst all the chaos, it feels hackneyed here and there.
In the end, it was worth watching.
But just barely.