A Walk on the Moon

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This film takes the idea of The Summer of Love way too far, but not inthe way you might expect. Everybody seems to act out of compassion for one another, even though they sometimes do "bad" things. The film assumes that, given the opportunity, people will treat each other with compassion, which explains why the Kosovar Albanians in my theater attempted to urinate on the screen from the back row where NATO had relocated them.

Director Tony Goldwyn and screenwriter Pamela Grey are obviously some sick and twisted people. While in the Catskills in 1969, Pearl Kantrowitz (Diane Lane) cheats on her husband, Marty (Liev Schreiber) with the blouse man, Walker Jerome (Viggo Mortensen). Instead of siccing a fleet of lawyers on Pearl and hacking Walker Jerome into little pieces, Marty simply has an intense internal struggle with his emotions (known to the layman as "brooding.")

Instead of bitch-slapping Pearl, Marty's mother-in-law, Lilian (Tovah Feldshuh) provides sage wisdom. Instead of running away from home after seeing her mother with another man, Pearl's daughter (Anna Paquin), forgives her. And instead of laughing as young Daniel Kantrowitz (Bobby Boriello) is stung by bees, Walker comes to his rescue.

The story isn't exactly what you'd call surprising either. Pearl goes up to the Catskills and Marty goes back to his job as a TV repairman, visiting periodically. Then Pearl comes across the only guy without a wife and visible back hair and sleeps with him. That, of course, happens just after Pearl has said something along the lines of "I feel as though I'm missing something, being a married woman in the 1960s." She could have run naked through Folsom prison with a sign on her back that said "ravage me" and been about as subtle as to the impending plot twist.

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