Mirabelle Buttersfield is an aspiring artist in her mid-twenties who moved to Los Angeles, where she works at the glove counter of an upscale department store. Mirabelle's job is simple and not demanding, but it doesn't pay especially well, and she finds herself struggling to get out from under a growing mountain of debt from student loans and credit cards. One night, while doing her laundry, Mirabelle meets Jeremy, a scruffy but likable would-be musician who makes ends meet selling guitar amps. While Jeremy is obviously infatuated with Mirabelle, she isn't sure how she feels about him, especially after she meets Ray Porter, a man in his fifties whom she meets at the store. Ray is independently wealthy, intelligent, and charming, and after asking her out on a date he sweeps her off her feet. However, while Mirabelle quickly falls for Ray and he's generous to a fault with her, he refuses to commit exclusively to her and suggests they should both see other people, a prospect that no longer holds much appeal for her.
For a movie with big name actors, this one certainly had an "independent film" feel to it. The dialog wasn't crisp or always meaningful. The pace of the film was slow and tedious at times. Some scenes seemed pointless (like when Jason Schwartzman's character slept with Bridgette Wilson's character and nothing ever came of it). It wasn't a bad film, it was just a bit boring and awkward - especially watching Steve Martin and Claire Danes getting friendly. So, this is probably more of a chick flick as I'm sure they love the idea of two nice guys competing for their attention, although I'm not sure anyone would really enjoy the slow pace.
Rating: 2 of 5 stars
Would I watch it again: No
Starring: Steve Martin, Claire Danes, Jason Schwartzman, Bridgette Wilson-Sampras
I typically watch movies on Monday, Wednesday and Friday while riding the ACE Train from Tracy to Santa Clara. The opinions expressed are those of me, myself and I.
Monday, December 04, 2006
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