Review: Morning Glory
Suffice to say, Morning Glory was quite the disappointment for me. I have nothing but admiration, love, and positive things to say about Diane Keaton and Rachel McAdams on any given day, but this film was a dud. McAdams is one of my favorite young actresses in Hollywood, and Keaton is always just so fantastic, it’s a wonder how the two of them got together in this film and it turned out so blah. Editor’s note: Harrison Ford is also in it, yes, but I’ll get to him later.
Don’t get me wrong; I’ve seen worse films. And it’s not that this was a bad film per se, but it was forgettable.It tried really, really hard to be a poignant, earnest little film, but it just didn’t work. Instead of getting that warm and fuzzy feeling when the inspirational music swelled, I just thought, “Really?” I thought on all levels the film just tried too hard. It wanted to be another Devil Wears Prada, but it just couldn’t.
As for the characters, why was everyone so mean?? Jeff Goldblum, Keaton, Ford…everyone was so inherently mean and awful, but I never knew why. I understand the journalism and media business, believe me—but I just never understood why everyone was so crappy. And, for that matter, why everyone was so crappy to McAdams’ character from the get-go. I understand the whole she’s-new-and-young-and-won’t-last thing, but it was unbelievable that those characters would have started off that awful without a real explanation—that’s just bad character development.
McAdams was good, but her character was almost too much for me. Keaton was good, though towards the end I realized her part wasn’t that big, so I kind of forgot about it. Ford was terrible. Full disclosure here: Harrison Ford has never really done it for me—I don’t get crazy when I hear he’s gonna be in a new film, I don’t fawn all over him, I don’t think he’s sexy. That being said, I thought his performance was over the top. We get it—you’re grumpy and an A-hole. It sounded like he was growling his lines. And, for the times when he wasn’t, I was just unimpressed. His character, like Keaton’s and Goldblum’s, was just mean mean mean, and then all of a sudden, in the turning point of the movie, he’s got a heart? No way. I just thought his performance was phoned in, and it was obvious.
My other big complaint was that there were a lot—A LOT—of montages. Montages of production, producing, being a producer, on-air segments, walking around New York, promo photo shoots, a busy day, etc etc. I mean, I am all for the montage; sometimes it’s needed. However, I noticed more than once that this film had one after the other after the other. I don’t know if that’s because they needed to fill time or they really though it was necessary, but either way—too much.
I was disappointed with this film. I really wanted it to give me those endearing feelings that I so often yearn for in a film like this. If you’re a fan of anyone in this movie, I still don’t think it’s enough to get you to really enjoy it. Just rent this one when it comes out on DVD.