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lot's been said about the chemistry between Julia Roberts
and Richard Gere, the actors reunited a decade after
their hit Pretty Woman. Garry Marshall returns as their
director in Runaway Bride, a story that entertains and
charms but falls just this side of the status of major
romantic comedy.
Yes, the chemistry's there, and Marshall seems to have
romantic formulas down to a science. From the credit-less
opening to the set decoration, the film is slick and
fairly fast-paced. The piece is two hours long and it
fills all of these minutes pleasantly enough. I think
what is missing, though, is enough character development,
especially of Ike Graham, Gere's character; we don't know
him quite enough to care enough.
We know that Graham is an acerbic columnist for USA
Today, based in Manhattan. His specialty seems to be
busting the chops of the opposite sex. (A running gag
involves Graham's being rapped by newspaper-swinging old
women.) When he fails to check the facts given him by one
drunken source, Ike gets fired. It's oddly convenient
that his editor is his "ex," Ellie (Rita
Wilson). She's now married to one of Ike's best friends,
Fisher (Hector Elizondo, a fixture in Marshall movies).
So the legendary Ike Graham is out of work, the paper
printing a retraction that appears to please the victim
of Ike's column, one Maggie Carpenter (Roberts).
What's the conceit here? It's the Runaway Bride angle,
the fact that Maggie has strode down the aisle and then
skedaddled three times, leaving three men witless and
wife-less. Because she's stuck it to him, Ike decides to
shadow Maggie for another story, this time a piece for
GQ, and he drives the 90 or so miles down the coast to
Hale, Maryland, where Maggie runs the family hardware
store. Of course Ike's new take on the situation is that
she will run again, and it just happens that Maggie is
engaged to a fourth guy, an extremely decent mountain
climber and high school football coach named Bob
(Christopher Meloni). Maggie is not pleased to see Ike's
invasion of her domain, and she strikes first in a unique
scene that shows us Ike with a multi-colored head.
What's funny here is how Ike insinuates himself into
Maggie's life. He seems to beat Maggie to every
destination her life carries her: when she arrives home,
Ike is already there talking with her father and
grandmother about her; when she drives to an ex-fiance's
garage, Ike is sitting in an old Volkswagen 'Thing"
atop the hydraulic lift, a picture of a topless Maggie in
his hands. When Maggie reverses the role and begins to
appear inside Ike's quarters when he arrives home, the
conflict and comedy increase. The remainder of the plot
follows Ike as he follows Maggie. After a time the two
form a rather improbably friendship, Maggie offering to
let Ike interview her for a rather large fee (which she
plans to spend on an extravagant wedding dress). All the
time the chemistry between the two is reacting more
intensely. At a luau that friend Peggy Flemming (Joan
Cusack) throws for Maggie, Ike even defends Maggie when
her friends go too far with the runaway bride jokes.
The film does a nice job with all this rising action,
Ike's hunt for clues with which to assassinate Maggie's
character, and Maggie's counteractions, subtly assisted
by her friends. A bit of flatness hits once the climax is
over, though; the predictable premise of all romantic
comedies comes across as simply a way to end the film -
although it never reaches a high level of satisfaction.
Maybe we need to know more about Ike Graham. From the
outset he has to wrestle with the stereotype of being a
shallow misogynist, a man hated by half the human race.
We know he's divorced from Ellie the editor. We discover
he's an aspiring novelist, a vocation his mother wanted
for him, and indeed this is made more plausible by the
books on his shelf (including Melville), and the ones he
reads as he and Maggie go through the mini-scenes that
show they are falling in love (Yeats, Poe). But we know
very little else. After he arrives in Hale Ike rarely
even uses his mini-recorded, and we never see him
actually scribbling or word-processing anything
resembling a piece for GQ, a publication never mentioned
after Fisher brings it up. This doesn't surprise, as
other subplots are not completed either, including one in
which Walter, Maggie's father (Paul Dooley), is an
alcoholic whose behavior only Maggie rather mildly
objects to.
More characterization would let us like Ike more, even
though Richard Gere does nice work handling his
character. Most of the focus is placed on Maggie - if
Henry James were a screenwriter in the late
twentieth-century, he would occupy himself with writing
such character studies. Maggie's psychology is filled in
rather interestingly. One part of her is compliant,
Zelig-like, in that she likes her eggs cooked the very
same way as the man she is currently engaged to marry.
Another part is egotistical, attention-seeking. But after
all, she is independent and competent, her job as
hardware expert taking her into the obscure realm of
antique fixtures and restoration. She even designs lamps
fabricated from a funky selection of electrical
components. Roberts handles Maggie with comfort: she's
much more mature than her character in Pretty Woman -
though still not secure. Roberts is a good sport, too: at
one point she grabs those lips of hers and imitates a
duck-billed platypus!
As Peggy Flemming ("not the skater"), Joan
Cusack is her normal excellent self. She's a veteran, and
one hopes that her future roles get more screen time.
Cusack has a manner both sincere and comical, and she has
some delightful interaction with Roberts that suggest
their characters go back to girlhood.
Maggie's hometown of Hale, Maryland plays a supporting
role here too. The screenwriters, Josann McGibbon and
Sara Parriott, often compare it to Mayberry, and this
portrayal largely succeeds. The result is a place gently
satirized by Ike as he whistles the theme song to the
'The Andy Griffith Show" as he jogs beside Maggie
riding her old-fashioned bike. It's also a place that
looks absolutely charming on screen, streets cozily
arranged, storefronts invitingly shot. A place, in short,
that exists in our collective memory, mythic and
non-existent. A familiar and down-home burg 120 miles
south-southwest of Manhattan. You can hear Garry Marshall
with his New York accent saying, "OK, everything
nice! Roll it!" Actually, the contrast between
Hale's sleepy streets and the Big Apple locales functions
nicely.
Though it will not be included in the canon of major
American romantic comedies, Runaway Bride is entertaining
fare. We saw the film in its second week of release, and
it is better than the buzz said it would be. The PG
rating is very pleasing, too - we brought along our
daughter without any problem of pre-screening.

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