Wednesday, March 30, 2011
On DVD: "Flipped"
We begin in summer of 1957. Narrator Bryce Loski (Callan McAuliffe) explains how he and his family move into a new neighborhood; neighbor girl Juli Baker takes to him immediately, scaring him off with her forceful personality. We follow them up to sixth grade, when Bryce’s plan to shake off Juli’s crush backfires—and then, we go back to the beginning, where the story is told again by Juli (Madeline Carroll), in what we realize is a switching narration/point-of-view He Said, She Said storytelling device. And then back to Bryce for the next section, and then back to Juli, back and forth, up to 1963. Hmmm, we think. This could get monotonous and repetitive.
And it does. The film is grotesquely over-voiced; Reiner is so reliant on the narration that it plays, at times, less like a film than an audiobook. “He kept calling on the phone,” Juli’s narration goes, accompanied by (get this) a shot of a phone ringing. “And coming to the door!” she continues, to a shot of him knocking at the front door. And so on. That’s not the script’s only problem. There’s a sense that the story isn’t properly prepared—that we don’t know who people are in relation to each other, and that Juli’s mentally challenged uncle (Kevin Weisman, in a performance that makes Sean Penn’s work in I Am Sam seem comparatively subtle) should have been mentioned far earlier than he is.
Big arguments are often stilted and soapy, and there is also the problem of imbalance. Juli is made such a saint, so sweet and principled and delightful, that Bryce seems like an utter douche comparatively; we’re not really rooting for them to end up together, because she’s deserves so much better. (In her voice-overs, she can’t seem to come up with much explanation for why she likes him, beyond the fact that he has dazzling eyes.) The more time we spend with his father (rather overplayed by Anthony Edwards) the more we understand that his insensitivity is probably a genetic trait, but that’s still not enough to get us on his side.
And yet, somehow, I’m not down on Flipped, because in spite of all of its problems, it’s a charming and likable picture. Most of the credit for that goes to Carroll, who carries the film with ease, capable of breaking your heart (see her pleas to Bryce from the top of her beloved sycamore tree) and cheering your soul. She may very well understand the role better than the movie does. McAuliffe is also pretty good, in spite of the spottiness of his character; John Mahoney, as Bryce’s grandfather, brings his usual roguish charm. The other adult actors are pretty forgettable, but that’s acceptable; the movie’s not really about them anyway.
The PG rating is only carried by about ten percent of films these days, with most kid and teen-geared pictures tweaked up with extra violence or language to appeal to teens and adults. Flipped is, in many ways, a quintessential PG movie, like the kind of live-action stuff Disney used to put out in the 1970s and 1980s: it’s patchy and uneven, full of problems on the script and story levels. But it’s also very sweet and absolutely harmless, and it has enough of a heart to render its infractions forgivable.
"Flipped" is available now on DVD and Blu-ray. For A/V and bonus feature details, read this review on DVD Talk.