One Feel-Good Guilty Pleasure Coming Up
Apparently, Will Smith doesn't have anything opening this holiday season, so Sandra Bullock has stepped in to fill the feel-good gap. And I won't lie to you: It looks formulaic and manipulative, but I'll probably completely fall for it. It doesn't mean I won't recognize its faults, it just means that it might make my chest heave a little. And I might get something in my eye during the course of the movie which may cause it to leak. Because, while I hate being manipulated when it's a movie about cancer or someone dying or My Girl, I don't mind when it's one of those crowd-pleasing, feel-good true stories that has very little remaining from the actual true story. It's the Capra gene. I usually get swept up; I feel strangely connected with the audience of undiscerning theatergoers. It's a weakness (see August Rush).
However, while Sandra Bullock was probably the right choice for this movie in terms of ultimate ticket sales -- despite a weak-ass Southern accent -- watch this trailer and ask yourself this: How much better would this movie be if that was Connie Britton? This role was freakin' tailor made for Connie.