xXx: Return of Xander Cage
The last forty minutes of the movie do come together in a pretty diverting way.
American movies have a deep faith that if you hit the road and point west, at the end of the journey you will find--well, whatever you're looking for. Romance, fame, truth, understanding, all dreamed of as you look out over the sea. Those who go west are often poor, or unlucky in love, or have been roughly treated by life. Those who go east, on the other hand, are usually smart, aggressive and ambitious. Has there ever been a movie in which a couple of losers from the Dust Bowl, down on their luck, head east and arrive in triumph at Coney Island? We also have a faith in the wisdom of youth and in the ability of parents to be redeemed by children. (We have an equal faith in the ability of children to be redeemed by parents, but fewer adults than teenagers buy movie tickets, so less of those movies are made.) "Tumbleweeds," like "Anywhere But Here," which opened last month, is about a troubled mother and her wise daughter, who share a road journey to California while both deal with the mother's immaturity and untidy sex life.
Is there a rule that we must prefer one of these films to the other? I don't know why there should be. I liked them about equally well, and certainly "Tumbleweeds," which premiered in January at Sundance, cannot be blamed because its distributor couldn't get it into theaters before its twin.
"Tumbleweeds" is a little grittier than "Anywhere But Here"; it lacks the gloss of the other film and is positioned a notch or two lower on the socioeconomic ladder. In "Anywhere," the mother pins her hopes on romance with an orthodontist, while in "Tumbleweeds," it is a truck driver who looks like the Marlboro man. Both movies make much of the daughters' school opportunities, reminding us that America is a classless society where the speedometer is set back to zero for every generation. Ava (Kimberley J. Brown) may find herself spending the night with hermother Mary Jo (Janet McTeer) in a borrowed camper, but she is auditioningto play Juliet, and no child is wholly disadvantaged who has access to Shakespeare.
Mary Jo is a woman who depends on the kindness of strange men. She has a mental Rolodex of guys who once thrummed to her charms, and pilots an old car around the Southwest looking them up. Her memory improves on reality; a man recalled as a leading car dealer turns out to run a used parts lot. But the friendly Marlborian truck driver (played by Gavin O'Connor, the director and co-writer) seems at first to be promising. He fixes a leaking hose in her radiator, later finds himself in the same pool hall where she stops for a drink, and soon Mary Jo and Ava are moving in.