4/10
There is something going on in Alexander Payne’s The
Descendants which makes me not care too much about its characters or
plot. I cared about his earlier creations
in Election
and Sideways,
but the family in this film feels stale and wooden. Just like his past films, the central
character here, Matt King (George Clooney), is facing some tough problems, but
this time they are not even of his design but are thrust upon him. Matt is even much more likeable than the
Broderick in Election or Giamatti in Sideways, but that does not make him
any more interesting to watch.
Matt is a lawyer on Oahu and is very well off. He is the sole decision-maker in a trust set
up by his ancestors, Hawaiian royalty, in a large and undeveloped tract of land
which hotel magnates and golf course developers are just aching to pay him a
very large amount of money to take off of his hands. The majority of the other trustees are eager
to sell as well, but Matt is holding all of the cards on the deal. The land issue is more background though
because Matt’s wife Elizabeth is in a coma.
She hit her head while in a boat race and the doctors do not know if she
will wake up or not.
This leaves Matt, self-described in a monologue as the
‘back-up parent’, to deal with his two daughters. Since problems rarely come along one at a
time, Matt also finds out at this point that Elizabeth was cheating on him with
a local real estate tycoon, Brian Speer (Matthew Lillard). With his wife in a coma and an extremely
significant land deal on the horizon, Matt makes the most obvious choice any
Alexander Payne character would choose, he takes off to Kauai with his daughters
and an imbecile surfer dude, Sid (Nick Krause), to spy on Brian Speer and possibly
confront him.
This road-trip, similar in respect to the trip to the
vineyards in Sideways, lumps together an odd assortment of characters and
then sits back to watch them as they place far too much emphasis on trivial
events which are manifested into needless drama. Sideways was quirky, meandering in a
pleasant way, and intellectual. The
Descendants is more on par with Election; you do not particularly like
the protagonists and instead of quirky, it feels more like plodding.
However, just like Sideways, The Descendants has a
definite sense of place. Present day
Hawaii comes across as stifling not only in the city, but also on the beach
while you are attempting to spy on the guy who made you a cuckold. Perhaps it is island fever impacting the actions
of Matt and infecting the musty moods of the rest of the cast.
The script does not rise to the level it set up for
itself. Clooney and his elder daughter
Alex (Shailene Woodley) are angry and on a quest, but the writing is flat and
the pacing is off. There are
one-dimensional and tiring extended breaks between plot points which may have
achieved a deeper emotional impact if they tried a bit harder or if the
daughters were not so snotty. They are
crass and relentlessly bitter to the point of distraction. Matt has the most right to be angry and
spiteful, but thankfully he does not hang it blatantly around his neck and
choose to be a one note character ala Alex.
I do not know why most of the rest of the film going public
is raving about The Descendants.
Alexander Payne has been great in the past, but he has misfired
here. I have no doubt he will back with
another enjoyable movie in the future, but I recommend you sit this one out or
if you have not seen it, go back and enjoy Sideways. Leave The Descendants where they are,
stewing in Hawaii.
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