I have never liked director Nancy Meyers. Her films reek of the kind of careless attitude one might associate with a rich person driving their Mercedes at a high rate of speed while talking on their cell phone.
I have never liked director Nancy Meyers. Her films reek of the kind of careless attitude one might associate with a rich person driving their Mercedes at a high rate of speed while talking on their cell phone. Basically, fuck the little people.
Meyers thinks she makes classic movies, like they used to make in the 40's or 50's or whenever her old ass used to attend movies with the rest of us. In fact, in "The Holiday" she goes so far as to introduce a character, Arthur Abbott (Eli Wallach), who essentially represents her film mentality. He's old school and she's old school. However, Arthur is nothing more than a side character in "The Holiday", kind of like Meyers is a side character in quality filmmaking.
"The Holiday" involves two sets of characters who trade houses for vacation after their love lives crash and burn. Iris (Kate Winslet) is a book editor living outside London. She has a small, cold cottage. Amanda (Cameron Diaz) makes movie trailers and lives in L.A. in a swank pad typical of a successful movie biz type.
What happens is that the two of them exchange houses, go through the typical Meyers trials and tribulations, and then eventually find true love. Amanda finds it with Iris's brother, Graham (Jude Law). Iris finds it with Miles (Jack Black), a composer who works with Amanda. Amanda is running away from a failed marriage to Ethan (Edward Burns) while Iris is trying to get away from a womanizer named Jasper (Rufus Sewell). And didn't Kate Winslet already play a character named Iris?
The action of the characters is predictable and since they're constantly spouting Meyers' brand of tedious, unrealistic dialogue, listening to them is torture. Nobody in a Meyers film ever speaks like a real person would speak, which explains the Abbott character to some degree. Meyers thinks her characters are remnants of a bygone era.
Well, Nancy, there's a reason nobody makes 50's films anymore. It's 2006. Join us in the new century, beeatch.
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