
I can say this plainly enough: I am a movie addict. I wish I was a movie snob, that my preferences and predilections were strong enough to surpass the lure of a film I have yet to see. This is getting better as I age and become pickier in other areas, but I'm still a bit of a sucker in the movie department. This is why I finally watched New in Town this past weekend.
Boy, have I been dreading this movie. Renee Zellweger is just the worst thing to ever happen to a leading role. Yes, I liked Bridget Jone's Diary. IN SPITE of Renee. Whose bright idea was it to make her run through London in her underwear? Why does she always squint her eyes and purse her lips? Maybe I just don't like her in Bridget Jone's Diary. Has she been in anything else? Cold Mountain, you say?

I'm sorry, I was distracted by Nicole Kidman. Chicago, you mention? I'm sorry, I was distracted by Catherine Zeta Jones.

Me, Myself, and Irene, you offer? I'm sorry, I was distracted by Jim Carrey's mouth.

OH, and Harry Connick Jr.???!!!?!?! Do NOT get me started. When this movie first came out, I mentally threw it in the "tired romantic comedy starring tired has-been millionaires" category and avoided it like a 20 page paper.
But Netflix finally sucked me in. I watched a scary movie and needed something brainless to take the edge off. Excuses, excuses. This is what I mean about my will being too weak to keep my film snobbery in tact.
Thankfully, the movie surprised me. The gist: Renee's character is from corporate America and is coming to a small town in Minnesota to lay off half of a factory's workers so that plant operations can be mechanized. While in the typical small cold town Hollywood always paints as the keeper of all that is good and wholesome about America, Renee learns valuable lessons ranging from proper footwear for subzero temperatures to the importance of a good pistachio pudding recipe. So yeah, it was annoying, but it was more about fighting for what you believe in than it was about a cutesy love story.
Hear me correctly; you will have to stomach Renee's lingerie being flown on a car stereo antenna in an ice storm, but those moments are mercifully sparse. The film was saved by its remaining cast, its writers, and most of all the director.

Siobhan Fallon and J.K. Simmons are witty and charming, with a Fargo flair that makes you laugh unexpectedly. There's also this wonderful part where Harry Conick Jr. gets shot in the ass. That gets at least one thumb up from me automatically.
Should you watch it? Meh. This is hard for me to gauge, and depends entirely on your own preferences. I know at least five people who will disagree with my estimation of the film. But they are also grown women who own (and I believe still play with)dolls. Which type of woman would you find more in common with? That's probably the best gauge I can provide on this one.
If you're like me, and DEFINITELY if you are any kind of heterosexual male, do NOT watch the film. Watch Fargo for the humor, The Cider House Rules or any Law and Order for J.K. Simmons, and mid-90's SNL for Siobhan Fallon. This one's good!



