Live by Night
The key question behind Live by Night isn’t so much “Why did they bother?” as “What went wrong?”
If you’re anything like me, every now and then you’ll say to yourself, “I wonder how the cast of the fizzled 2011 comedy ‘A Good Old Fashioned Orgy’ is making out these days.” And then an answer will come: Lake Bell’s almost-breakthrough cracking-the-glass-ceiling-of-voiceover-work epic “In A World,” pretty creditable; Tyler Labine’s enactment of a Larry The Cable Guy version of Seth Rogen’s career, less commendable. And so on. And now word comes from Leslie Bibb, the lissome, willowy member of the “Orgy” female ensemble, also remembered as the butt of one or two not-at-all-misogynist jokes in the first two “Iron Man” movies, with “Take Care,” a motion picture in which she’s required to lie on her back for most of the running time.
Don’t get too excited, fellas. Bibb’s character, Frannie,
has been hit by a car, and much of her right side is braced up, and she must be
practically supine for practically half a year. Resisting the entreaties of her
bossy, old-school yuppie older sister—so old school she’s retreated with
husband and family to the suburbs—Frannie insists on holing up in her
fifth-floor apartment, right next door to a hunky guy who likes to work out to
loud music, oh my. Said guy is played by Michael Stahl-David, who seems to be
wanting to channel Bradley Cooper but keeps turning over Charlie Day instead.
Such oddities of performance are features that make “Take Care” —written and
directed by Liz Trucillo, co-author of the BOOK “He’s Just Not That Into You,”
oh dear—eccentrically watchable but not exactly good. Anyway.
One might think that Frannie and Cooper-Day are destined for the romance this movie’s setup requires, but one would be wrong. In the midst of Frannie’s whingeing and near-sociopathic passive aggressive demands, and Cooper-Day’s Contemporary Urban Philosophy Musings—“When somebody asks me to do them a favor it’s like they’re squeezing the air out of my lungs,” OK buddy—we learn of a backstory. Frannie has an ex: Devon, or as he’s referred to early on “Devil,” who’s just made some kind of massive business deal (although the figure bandied about, $6 million, seems a little low for my own expensive tastes, frankly) and who apparently owes Frannie big time because she nursed him back to health some time prior to their breakup. Frannie lures Devon (Thomas Sadoski, trying so hard to underplay “finance professional” that he barely registers, really) to visit her and demands payback in the form of male nursing. This doesn’t sit well with Jodi (Betti Gilpin), Devon’s grasping and possibly lunatic girlfriend. Some form of attempted hilarity, of course, ensues.
The dramatis personae hews closely to the standards attached to the ostensible ultra-female-centric rom-com as defined by “Sex And The City” (a series for which Trucillo penned an episode)—gay best friend, a couple of non-white characters whose presence practically screams “I’m NOT an afterthought, honest!” —and so on. What exerts an odd fascination here is that each character heartily embodies a different variety of solipsistic creep; you start feeling sorry for the creators of the movie for having to live among such awful people. Then it dawns on you that the film’s creators don’t find these people awful at all —they find them normal. Terrifying, really.
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