Love at Large

First off, let me say I love this film. It might seem odd for a normal man of 30, when this film came out. But then, I like musicals, as well.

From reading the comments here and elsewhere, people seemed nonplussed as to how to categorized this film. What clued me in was the confusion it caused everybody.

This movie really is a mystery.

But the mystery isn't in the plot. It doesn't keep you guessing. Or the characters; they're played pretty straightforward. It's the genre. Every time you get comfortable with how it's being played, Rudolph switches it up.

Is it a film noir? Is it a comedy? Is it a love story? Uh, yes.

But that's the beauty of this film.

It keeps you guessing as to what it is.

And Rudolph would have been having a laugh for the past quarter century if more people could see this film for the brilliance it is.

Actually, if more people had seen it.

But now, he's waited so long for people to get it, that well . . .

If you're a fan of film noir, you should like this 1990 takeoff of those 1940s films with Anne Archer as an exaggerated femme-fatale in distress and private detective Tom Berenger paid to spy on her husband.

It turns out to be a comedy, however, as Berenger tails the wrong guy but finds things interesting as they are. Then Berenger's girlfriend gets nervous and hires a female detective (Elizabeth Perkins) to spy on him, so everyone is watching everyone!

Although there isn't a lot of action, the film never drags and is a good combination of suspense, humor and drama/action. Also nice is the soundtrack, a "Midnight Run" sound with good blues guitar and trumpet plus a Leonard Cohen song to start the film. Good colors add to everything.

On the negative side, I didn't care for the ending regarding Archer, nor understand why she did what she did. Also, everyone in the film is a bit too sleazy. The other fault likes not in the movie but in the DVD which had a very weak transfer. Overall, fun for a couple of looks.

If you like slow-moving, aimless films, you'll probably like this exercise in murky self-indulgence by writer-director Rudolph. I guess I missed the amusing parts that others seem to find. Mostly I was just bored once I realized the story-- if you want to call it that-- was going nowhere. And what's with Berenger's phony voice that only distracts. Sounds like he could use a good gargle. Of course, noir has been parodied before, and truth be told, it's an easy genre to mock. But this has to be the dimmest of the efforts, if parody is in fact what it is. To me the results aren't interesting enough to care. I guess that's one reason the film flopped at the box-office and has since fallen into well-deserved obscurity. And, oh yes, for those who find profundity in the supposed subtexts, I'll leave that to the Midnight Study Group. Good luck.

This is a love story in the format of a comedy. Or, more appropriately, a love quest story. Like the Detective saga it parodies, the characters are on a search for absolution. But in Rudolph's screwball world where, for instance, every car is at least 20 years old and carries the model name "classic", all of this light madness works toward one, central theme: love is almost impossible to find, but, oh, so much fun to search for.

All the characters that are in long-term relationships are either breaking up, cheating on each other, or completely self-deluded. The other characters are in perpetual seek mode, from Miss Dolan who flirts and swoons wherever her whimsical heart takes her, to Stella, who studies "The Love Manual" and bitterly says things like, "the one who is in love always waits. It's the lover's signature."

Ultimately, this makes for light, entertaining fare. There aren't many bellylaughs, but there is a continual glow and a delightful, endearing glee about the film. Director Rudolph's cinematic sense is so keen that everything seems larger than it is, and more meaningful.

Alan Rudolph's soft-boiled, shaggy-dog detective parody stars Tom Berenger as a dim-witted private eye hired by torch singer Anne Archer to follow her boyfriend. He begins by tailing the wrong man, and soon finds himself pursued (again, by accident) by amateur gumshoe Elizabeth Perkins. The escalating complications lead nowhere in particular, but if quirkiness were a virtue Rudolph would be a saint, and his story takes some interesting detours on its way to a dead end conclusion. All the romantic whimsy and offbeat characters can't hide the brick wall Rudolph hits when trying to define the Meaning of Love, but on a strictly superficial level the film can be enjoyed as an elegant, empty caricature, with odd touches of retro-noir detail (Annette O'Toole, for example, dolled up as a Veronica Lake facsimile). Look for Gary Larson of The Far Side comic fame, playing guitar in the nightclub band.