Two-Second TIFF Reviews
In Es-Crowe: On “Elizabethtown”

Because Cameron Crowe considers it a work-in-progress, critics at last night’s TIFF screening of the interminable Elizabethtown were asked, in not so many words, to handle the film with kid gloves. (Apparently the folks at Venice saw a completely different cut.) So to avoid a flap, I won’t be posting a capsule review at the mothersite, but let me just say that the version I saw–which looked polished but by no means finished–makes one long for the subtlety and finesse of Garden State. (And really, how much more warning do you need?) Its epiphanies are so processed and its characters are so inorganically whimsical that the movie verges on self-parody (and it’s possible that a performance of “Free Bird” by the Stillwater-esque Ruckus pushes it over the edge, albeit consciously)–the suicidal hero (Orlando Bloom, channelling Crowe surrogate Tom Cruise (Elizabethtown‘s producer)), for instance, plans to do the deed by rigging up his exercycle with a butcher knife to simulate a stabbing motion!