Zellweger Jumps on a Runaway Train toward Obscurity
I’m not particularly fond of Renee Zellweger, but I can concede that — among Hollywood’s leading ladies — nobody’s as good at her at playing a female role set anywhere between 1920 and 1962 (see Leatherheads, Cinderella Man, Down with Love and Chicago). She’s got that fast-talking, brassy confidence that we like to associate — whether accurate or not — with high-society women during that period.
And though she may nail the part of Anne Devereaux in My One and Only, it still looks like a shit movie. The movie, from Richard Loncraine (Wimbeldon, Firewall) is a comedy that follows the glamorous Anne Deveraux as she embarks on a drive down the Eastern Seaboard in a search for a wealthy man to fund a new life for her and her sons. It also features Chris Noth and Kevin Bacon. And it very much proves: Just because you’re good for a part, doesn’t mean the movie is good for you.
My One and Only opens on August 21st.
Overall, it looks like another box-office failure, when Zellweger can least afford it after the fairly dismal showings of New in Town, Appaloosa and Leatherheads. This, folks, is why she’s considering returning to the Bridget Jones movies.