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"Madame Bovary c'est moi," her creator, Gustave Flaubert, is supposed to have said. To which Jennifer Aniston can now add, "Me too." The Good Girl, an entertaining indie package shown to some acclaim last January at Sundance, allows our favorite Friend to model a stylish denim wardrobe and stolidly act out in the part of a frustrated, adulterous East Texas wife.
Directed by Miguel Arteta from Mike White's script, The Good Girlis at once romantic and snide. Sales clerk Justine (Aniston) is married to Phil (John C. Reilly), a good-natured, pot-smoking house painter who spends most of his time watching TV cartoons with his obnoxiously leering bud Bubba (Tim Blake Nelson); Justine, meanwhile, mainly watches the new cashier at the entropic drive-in department store where she works. Never less than watchable herself, she's the Emma B of the Kmart (known here as Retail Rodeo), and her Leon Dupuis is an intensely disheveled young college dropout who calls himself Holden (Jake Gyllenhaal) and ponders his well-thumbed copy of Catcher in the Rye between customers.
Arteta and White don't have much faith in the Texas education system. Justine seems to have never heard of the J.D. Salinger book, but she's flattered to partake in Holden's adolescent angstintrigued by the would-be writer's smoldering confidence that people "don't get" him and, what's more, people "don't get" her either. If The Good Girl were a film noir (which, in a way, it is), Holden would be the unstable femme fatale and Justine the middle-class patsy looking to crash out of a humdrum existence. This good girl is trapped in a world of crazies and idiots. To underline the point, there's a sign under the store manager's station, "Big White Dog Lost." As suggested by the wacky free associations of Zooey Deschanel's goofball customer service rep and the godlike pronouncements of John Carroll Lynch's store managernot to mention the presence of characters named Bubba and HoldenThe Good Girl is even more cartoon-like than the last, somewhat slapdash Arteta-and-White opus, Chuck & Buck. As scarily pale as some light-deprived underwater creature, White himself plays the Retail Rodeo security guard trying to recruit Justine for his Bible group.
Directed by Clint Eastwood
Written by Brian Helgeland, from the novel by Michael Connelly
Opens August 9
Written and directed by Babak Payami
Sony Pictures Classics
Opens August 9 at the Quad
Like Chuck & Buck, The Good Girlis a droll, well-acted, character-driven comedy with unexpected deposits of feeling. Too good for this sub-suburban mess, Justine ricochets from one emotional crisisand one dumb selfish maleto the next. (Although the movie's most reasonable character, she's none too bright either.) As much icon as performer, Aniston is an actress whose poised lack of spontaneity would seem to be a factor of her preternatural pertness and superlative grooming. Here, she holds her crinkly, eye-batting, television-honed mannerisms in checkperhaps focusing her calculated sitcom presence on the care and maintenance of a flat, nasal delivery. The Good Girl is a small movie, but surrounded as it is by more extravagant hamming, the star's constricted performance gives it a particular pathos.
For his part, Gyllenhaal appears as a more unbalanced version of the avid tadpole he played in Lovely & Amazing. Both movies feature scenes in which the young lover awkwardly guides an older woman through the parental foyer upstairs to the teenage mise-en-scène of his debris-strewn bedroom. (The instance in The Good Girl struck me as funnier, but then, it's the one I saw first.) Justine is puzzled to observe that Holden's parents refer to him as Tom. "That's my slave name," he curtly explains. The Good Girl gives the talented Gyllenhaal more space to develop his hunched, wild-eyed, slack-jawed ardency. It's exciting, as well as touching, when Justine takes this brooding puppy to a moteland also a bit dangerous. "I just want to knock your head open and see what's inside," he enthuses afterward.
The Good Girl, no less than Chuck & Buck, is ultimately the story of a mad passion. Almost behind its own back, the story of Justine's reckless affair becomes an all-American tale of crime, violence, blackmail, obsession, and betrayal. Events take a swerve toward the seriousbut not entirely. Arteta and White have created an impacted road film, or maybe an ironic outlaw ballad. The fake sincerity of the unhappy "happy ending" is clinched by Gillian Welch's twangy closing-credit rendition of the venerable bad-man ballad "Railroad Bill." It's exit music for a movie where there is none.
More straightforward summer action may be found in the company of Clint Eastwood's good (old) boy. Despite a fanciful hook, Eastwood's Blood Work is a bracingly no-nonsense, highly professional policieras proudly old-fashioned as its curmudgeon hero. Continuing to contemplate his own mortality, Eastwood casts himself as a celebrity FBI agent who suffers a coronary on the job, receives a heart transplant, and emerges from his houseboat retirement once he discovers that his donor was the victim of an unsolved murder.
Everyone is forever telling the ornery old cuss that he looks like shit, but of course, the 70-ish Eastwood is fabulously trim. (Thanks to the frequent examinations administered by his doctor, Anjelica Huston, the star extensively models his cosmetically scarred torso.) A new ticker not only gives the ex-G-man a new lease on lifeand a reason for livingbut also provides Blood Work with an unending source of metaphor. Perhaps under the influence of his new corazón, Eastwood's character goes intuitive, looking for connections between this case and the so-called Code Killer who'd been obsessed with him. "Now the love letters are going to start," he mutters once it becomes apparent that there's a secret sharer in the equation.
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