REVIEW: When a long marriage runs out of steam, it helps to have Meryl Streep and Tommy Lee Jones in your movie's cast.
Sometimes a serviceable story is elevated by a masterstroke of casting. In "Hope Springs," it's two masterstrokes.
The story concerns a husband and wife whose 30 years of togetherness has curdled into deadening routine. Arnold is a grumpy accounting executive whose day revolves around not interacting with his wife, Kay. She wistfully wishes to recapture the marriage they once had, but being a timid soul, she hardly knows where to begin the salvage process. They attend marriage counseling, talk about their issues and begin rebuilding.
So far, so what. Except that the no-longer-happy couple is played by Meryl Streep and Tommy Lee Jones in wonderfully committed performances. Now we're talking.
Directed by David Frankel ("The Devil Wears Prada"), the film deals knowingly with the details of a marriage that has drifted into tedious routine. Sweet, supportive Streep serves Jones one egg sunny side up and a bacon strip every morning. He eats without glancing up from his paper and scoots out the door without so much as a peck on her cheek. He juggles numbers in his office and she folds sweaters at a clothing store. Each night he conks out in front of golf programs, and they retire to separate bedrooms.
They live like two recluses under the same pleasant middle-class roof. There are no fireworks in their relationship. Each is studiously polite and determined to avoid friction. You would expect the sameness of their lives to grow dull, but two of America's finest actors tiptoeing around each other is a sight to behold. Streep can steal a look at Jones and make her eyes whimper. Jones, politely keeping his wife at emotional arm's length, distills his trademark irascibility to the essence of discomfort.
The film is naturalistic and low-key. Much of it follows their trip from Omaha to Maine for a week of intensive counseling. Steve Carell plays it utterly straight as the celebrity therapist who assists them in renewing their commitment. The film's best scenes are top-drawer actors speaking unremarkable lines while extracting every drop of meaning from them.
Jones rankles at Carell's assignment to talk about his feelings and fantasies -- his evasive replies and ill-at-ease body language are eloquent far beyond his plainspoken dialogue. Streep's character is not the vibrant, sure-footed type she often plays. Here she portrays a mild-mannered, nondescript frump, and does it brilliantly. She's often a half-step behind the conversation. When Carell asks her a direct question about her sex life, her befuddled "Huh?" is explosively funny.
The counseling episodes have a smattering of laughs, but they're presented as serious business. The exercises that Carell assigns don't lead to instant success. In fact, some backfire painfully. Streep and Jones register anxiety and disappointment that touch the soul.
The film is a dual character study aimed at getting couples in the audience to open up and talk to each other. As the story unfolds, Streep's character slowly gathers strength and Jones tentatively sheds his suit of armor. The finale is a jolt of sweet optimism and relief, but you realize that they're still a long way from "death do us part," and every mile of that road will take effort. It's not so much a happy ending as a new start.
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