Something to Believe In (1998)

Regisseur:

John Hough

Drehbuchautoren:

John Goldsmith (writer)
John Hough (writer)

Premierendatum:

8. Mai 1998 (UK)

Genre:

Drama

Plot:

An American woman given only weeks to live travels to Italy to find a statue reputed to have re-cooperative powers and there meets a struggling American concert pianist. |

Plot Keywords:

Terminal Illness

Nutzerkommentare:

A Film to Believe in, Sadly Played for Laughs

Besetzung

William McNamara	...	Mike
Maria Pitillo	...	Maggie
Tom Conti	...	Monsignor Calogero
Maria Schneider	...	Maria
Ian Bannen	...	Don Pozzi
Robert Wagner	...	Brad
Roddy McDowall	...	Gambler
William Hootkins
Jill St. John
übrige Besetzung in alphabetischer Reihenfolge:
Osvaldo Alzari	...	Photographer
Bruno Armando	...	Stage Manager
Lisa Bales	...	Nurse
Raffaello Benedetti	...	Chef
Sheri Brummond	...	Assistant
Patrizio Cigliano	...	Romeo
Neil Dickson	...	John (as Neil Dixon)
Alessio Di Clemente	...	Latin Lover
Memo Dini	...	Master of Ceremonies
Franco Fantasia	...	Professor Dervol
Paolo Gasparini	...	Don Cordone
Fiona Hutchison	...	Elaine
Dale Kasman	...	Travel Agent
Shawn Klugman	...	Motorist
Emidio La Vella	...	Fat Italian
Scott Lavin	...	Jack
Gwenda Perez	...	Pit Boss
Guido Roncalli
George Russo	...	Croupier
Massimo Sarchielli	...	Luigi
Donna Schifrin	...	Monique
Sabina Vannucchi	...	Dr. Ricordi
Craig Vincent	...	Big Guy
Giselda Volodi	...	Mona Lisa
Kari Whitman	...	Justine

Länge:

113 Min

Produktionsland:

UK | Deutschland

Sprache:

Englisch

Farbe:

Farbe

Seitenverhältnis:

2.35 : 1

Tonverfahren:

Stereo

Altersfreigabe:

Argentina:Atp

Drehorte:

Las Vegas, Nevada, USA

Firma:

The Grade Company

A Film to Believe in, Sadly Played for Laughs

We all truly want something to believe in, and the concept of this film, dealing as it does with personal faith, miracles and the Catholic Church should have been a great one.

As it is, it is likely to be remembered as one of the films shot in MGM's Los Vegas Grand Hotel. In fact, it's really a "road" movie, with our intrepid travellers in a Herbie-like VW Beetle, which is really quite funny at times. Which is exactly where the film starts getting into trouble, because we have a quite serious theme – how do we cope with death and dying, and can we extend hope for the miraculous – overlaid with a patchy comedy that quite often seems to overtake the picture, putting the theme into suspended animation. We understand that Mike (William McNamara) is a religious sceptic, and that Maggie (Maria Pitillo) is a 'believer'. Well, sort of, because we never find out what it is she really does believe in, beyond the statue of the weeping Madonna, of course.

I'll get back to the plot in a minute, but first for the good points. I like John Hough for the MGM Grand sequences; I like him for the authenticity of really shooting in Italy, and I like him for the type casting, which works supremely well. The priests, the lady restoring religious art, even the car mechanic – all totally believable. Pitillo, in the central role of the weeks-to-live Maggie, I'm never quite sure about, however, for reasons I'll touch on below.

What lets the film down badly is that there simply is no character development in this story. How can a young woman search half of Europe for a miracle and not undergo an inner transformation? In real life, people often do not change on cue, but in the dramatic form, we need to make sense of life, and that means if people do not change in response to life's curves, then at least we have a right to know why they stay the same.

Then there is the theme. As the end credits rolled, I was still puzzling over what the film is trying to say about the Church and personal faith. It would be easy to say that there are no easy answers, but that is unacceptable and dishonest for a film that claims to tackle such issues head-on. The film shows piety, but why? Is it really mocking the faithful? Maggie is desperate to reach the weeping Madonna, yet in the midst of her pilgrimage, this does not give her qualms about having sex with someone she's known maybe two days. That's going to alienate a lot of Catholics who otherwise could be very sympathetic toward the film. If pre-marital sex was essential to the plot, fine. But we really, really could have lived without it, and more importantly, so could Maggie and Mike. Ultimately, then, what is this film really about? Maybe it's two films in one; two lives in one. Maggie's faith and Mike's music, but if so, where's the real connection? I acknowledge that I look at films more critically from the writing angle, as that is my area of expertise. That explains why, for instance, I'm entirely overlooking Tony Pierce Roberts' quite acceptable and neatly wrapped cinematography. It explains why I'm being a philistine and deliberately ignoring the classical pieces we see and hear beautifully performed, (I'm assuming McNamara really did perform those piano pieces, but the credits didn't make this clear). Nice as all this may be, we didn't actually need this for the plot.

What we did need was something to tie up all the plot lines into a nice, neat conclusion. And we didn't get it. We got surface gloss, which is fine for "Maid in Manhattan" but not here. What worries me is how such an obvious shortcoming managed to get overlooked in production.

This leads me to a pet theory: the most important part of the dramatic curve is the ending, not the climax. I'm not suggesting that a film with a well crafted ending will do any better at the box office, will have more depth, or will be transformed into a more meaningful film. But too many potentially good films have been ruined by skimpy endings; and it's the ending that theatre-goers leave their seats with.

The way for a script-writer to think about the ending should not be, "How am I going to get myself extricated from this mess in the least possible screen time," but rather: "Here's the place where I give my audience just that little but more: that added value. How can I surprise them; let them think I've forgotten about those few loose ends? Then I'll hit them with it; give them that little extra twist, that deeper insight, that warm feeling of completeness!" There's no room to elaborate, but you may wish to check my other published reviews. In each of them, I attempt to bring out a point we can all learn from, and here my bottom line is that John Hough (and John Goldsmith who collaborated on the script) were swimming out of their spiritual depth. Someone should have stepped in as a spiritual adviser on this project.. not to provide nice tidy answers to the way things ought to be, but to ask questions; to get this film working on a level that it utterly falls flat on.

"Something to Believe In" could and should have been a masterpiece of faith, hope and joy. It does not deliver, and for that I'm sorry: for this is a film that I really hoped would work; that so very nearly does work. But nearly is never enough. Ultimately, the script is just too shaky for this to become a satisfying or deeply moving cinematic experience. It was played for laughs and lost its meaning. The sad part is thinking what this film could have been.