Review: 'Kissing A Fool': There's a pucker born every minute
March 9, 1998
Web posted at: 11:46 p.m. EST (0446 GMT)
From Reviewer Paul Tatara
(CNN) -- Boy, the romantic comedy season seems to get longer
every year. It used to be that innocuous little pieces of
fluff like "Kissing A Fool," the new David Schwimmer vehicle,
came out in the late spring, when a young man's fancy turns
to thoughts of guns and fireballs ... but young girls hanker
for something a little more romantically driven.
Nowadays, though, you get these babies year-round. The
market may be glutted with them, and "Kissing A Fool" is by
no means a great movie. But if you're hankering for this kind
of thing, you can do a lot worse. Realize, though, that
that's not much of a recommendation. If you're interested,
enter at your own risk.
This is a faux "When Harry Met Sally," which was already a
faux "Annie Hall" (albeit a very funny one), so you should
have a general idea of the tone before you even get there.
There is, of course, a score full of jazz standards, loving
shots of a big-city skyline (Chicago in this case), and a
story line dealing with the seeming impossibility of love in
the modern age.
Affluent, relatively intelligent people debate the pros and
cons of relationships, and, eventually, there's a big smooch.
I don't have anything against movies like this. In fact, I
have something of a soft spot for the basic approach. But
"Kissing A Fool" has one big problem. It just isn't
particularly funny.
Enter, a sportscaster
Schwimmer plays Max, a Chicago sportscaster who seems to get
more enjoyment out of the women his job brings him into
contact with than he does out of covering the Cubs. (Why is
it, by the way, that practically every movie that's set in
Chicago has to make a big deal out of the Cubs? Note to
screenwriters: They're not the city's only attraction.) Max
likes sex, and he gets lots of it. Happily, this time around
Schwimmer bags the wounded puppy dog shtick that's gotten so
tiresome on "Friends" and actually tries to act. He's
perfectly fine, if not a revelation.
Max's novelist buddy, Jay (Jason Lee, not all that good but
vastly more effective than he was in "Chasing Amy"), isn't
quite as lucky when it comes to romance.
Jay is still heartbroken over a tough breakup with his
beautiful girlfriend. He's so bad off he can't even take
consolation in the warmth generated by his new editor, Sam,
played by Israeli actress Mili Avital.
Sam plan backfires
Sam is sexy and smart, so, as you might figure given the
genre conventions, she winds up falling for the piggish Max.
Max, though, is having trouble keeping his eyes off other
women, and he doesn't trust Sam to ignore other guys, so he
convinces Jay to come on to Sam, just to see if she'll go for
the bait. Guess what happens then? That's right --
highjinks ensue.
Director Doug Ellin, who co-wrote the humdrum screenplay with
James Frey, keeps the pace fairly snappy, and a nod should
also be given to film editor David Finfer, who, especially in
the early going, creates some chuckles by giving us very
fleeting glimpses of situations that are usually dealt with
for far too long in your average kissy comedy.
Again, though, that can't completely make up for the lack of
punchy dialogue. I never grimaced at anything, but the movie
is more successful at generating an air of amiability than
outright laughs. It's a decent date movie if you or your
date aren't especially ambitious that night. I hope I
haven't made your head spin with anticipation.
"Kissing A Fool" contains a fair share of un-Ross-like
profanity, courtesy of Schwimmer, and some sexual situations.
Count your blessings, though. At least he doesn't whimper
and stick out his bottom lip. Don't worry about
laughter-induced hysteria. Rated R. 100 minutes.