It’s exciting to see Shyamalan on such confident footing once more, all these years later.
It gets lonely out there in the country. Sometimes it gets so lonely a woman just doesn't know what to do. "I just wish something would happen to me," Marge complains to her husband. "Anything." But it always seems like things happen to someone else. Just this morning, for example, she assisted in the delivery of a child. Tonight she will go to bed with her brother-in-law. You see how it is.
"The Good Wife" is slow, solemn and boring, and so I assume it is meant to be a serious study of Marge and her problems - recycled D. H. Lawrence, maybe. But this material is so dead that maybe having fun with it was the only hope; it needed a David Lynch or a John Cleese to make it work.
The movie stars Rachel Ward as Marge, the repressed young wife, and Bryan Brown as Sonny, her loving and long-suffering husband. They live on a farm in Australia where, as already noted, nothing much seems to happen, not even after Sugar, Sonny's brother, comes to live with them. Sugar is a total loser who asks Marge if he can sleep with her.
Marge advises him to ask her husband. The husband generously gives his permission, but about three seconds later Marge is more bored than ever, if you get what I mean. Meanwhile, the hotel in town hires a new bartender, a slick Clark Gable type played by Sam Neill.