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Dragonfly won't Fly
There's a sound reason for swatting away the preposterous "Dragonfly",
Kevin Costner's latest sappy supernatural romantic thriller. Frank's
just the man to tell you what it is.
Film
review by Frank Ochieng Date Released: 02/22/2002
Rated: PG-13 (for thematic material and mild sensuality)
Film Length: 90 Minutes
Produced by: Mark Johnson, Tom Shadyac, Roger Birnbaum, Gary Barber
Directed by: Tom Shadyac
Cast: Kevin Costner, Susanna Thompson, Joe Morton, Ron Rifkin, Kathy
Bates, Robert Bailey Jr., Linda Hunt
Distributor: Universal Pictures
One would have trouble trying to definitely
pin down Kevin Costner's penchant for appearing in piffle-minded
cinema. Well, the bewilderment concerning Costner's film choices
still lingers on with his participation in director Tom Shadyac's
belaboring and sappy sentimental supernatural romantic thriller
"Dragonfly".
Shadyac,
the moviemaker behind such comedic fare as "Ace Ventura: Pet
Detective", "The Nutty Professor" and the bone-headed
bedpan dramedy "Patch Adams", concocts "Dragonfly"
in a way that suggests the same old laughable conventions of a B
grade heavy-handed horror-themed vehicle.
Despite the boasting of Oscar winners Costner, Kathy Bates ("Misery"),
Linda Hunt ("In the Year of Living Dangerously") and an
assortment of other talented supporting players, the parties involved
in this unbalanced and emotionally-charged spookfest cannot overcome
the tearjerking triteness and cockeyed contrivances that bombard
"Dragonfly".
Shadyac's goose-bump thriller is shamelessly reminiscent of another
insect-inspired titled supernatural drama that's currently making
the big screen rounds in that of the Richard Gere vehicle "The
Mothman Prophecies".
Both films featured professional protagonists whom prematurely
lost their beloved wives in tragic, accidental circumstances. And
as such, both films offer the ridiculous notion that the dearly
departed spouses are engaged in some unexplainable and convoluted
phenomenon where they're trying to communicate with their surviving
partners through unorthodox means. Well, I suppose both film can
also receive the same indifferent reaction because they're guilty
of being hysterically hokey.
Chicago-based Dr. Joe Darrow (Costner) is understandably distraught
after learning that his lovely physician wife Emily (Susanna Thompson
from ABC-TV's marvelous but underappreciated family drama "Once
and Again") had died in a bus accident while doing charitable
work in the mountains of Venezuela. To get over his grief and disillusionment,
Joe takes on bone-crushing hours in the hospital's ER just so that
he can get his mind off of Emily's untimely passing. Because of
the strain of losing Emily and the stress of his doctoring duties,
Joe begins to experience delusional episodes.
The revelation is let out that Dr. Emily Darrow's body has never
been recovered. This is all the more reason for Joe to feel that
maybe his late wife might be crying out for him. The film, much
like its similar counterpart "Mothman", relies heavily
on the symbolism and an ambivalent sense of spirituality.
In this case, Emily's ritual charm was the dragonfly, an image
that seems to haunt Joe's psyche in strange, unassuming ways. Even
Emily's child patients from the pediactric oncology department where
she once worked her medical magic are running "signals from
beyond" for Emily in order for Joe to continue his quest for
bizarre communication with his deceased lover.
One youngster in particular, Jeffrey Reardon (Robert Bailey Jr.,
this film's substitute Haley Joel Osment), has admitted to running
across Joe's precious Emily during one of his heart-stopping journeys
into suspense mode only to say that the connection wasn't quite
clear due to some whimsical interference.
With the constant inquiry behind the need to intercept what may
be his wife's "voice from the aftermath", Joe has seriously
alarmed the associates around him whom all feel that he's gone truly
insane. Among those who question his noticeable breakdown are cheery
next-door neighbor Mrs. Belmont (Kathy Bates) and hospital head
honcho Hugh Campbell (Joe Morton)--both concerned as to whether
Joe's pilot light has been blown out based on his odd behavior.
Seeking desperate confirmation, the delirious doctor even consults
a short, stone-faced nun named Sister Madeline (Linda Hunt) who
excels in the area of near-death experiences so that she can provide
the missing pieces to the unsolved puzzle. Joe may not have many
takers who believe in his state of mind, but at least Sister Madeline
concurs with his hallucinatory lapses.
"Dragonfly" is an agonizingly overwrought and mundane
melodrama that squeezes out every manipulative-drawn response imaginable.
Shadyac and his writing team of Brandon Camp, Mike Thompson, and
David Seltzer ("Six Weeks", "Prophecy") sluggishly
incorporate the ludicrous and drippy script with inane scenes ranging
from showcasing "talking" comotose patients and sickly
cute tykes to having Costner's sad sack character stare into space
while acting so devastatingly detached.
Anyone can see that this misguided melancholy affair has the hybrid-driven
tendencies that recall such cinematic sentiments as "The Sixth
Sense", 1996's forgettable teary-eyed "To Gillian on her
37th Birthday", and Costner's own 1998 worn out weeper "Message
in a Bottle". As a production, "Dragonfly" is top
notch in terms of Dean Semler's enriching cinematography that radiates
a moody and colorful murky ambiance that supports the flowing, escalating
urgent tone.
But the film is so achingly misstated in its attempt at mischievous
and sympathetic synergism that the end results come off as an emasculated
mockery.
Costner continues to masquerade as a misplaced leading man in countless
mindless ventures that only remind us what kind of mediocre movie
funk he's been in lately. As if we haven't excused him for previous
jaunts into tripe such as "For the Love of the Game" and
last year's "3000 Miles to Graceland", Costner tries to
stir up the heartstrings by needlessly engaging in empty-headed
gestures of empathy that, sad to say, is quite unconvincing.
If anything, Costner's Dr. Joe Darrow is unintentionally apathetic
in a synthetic supernatural snoozer that's atmospheric and blows
smoke at the audience at best.
Some may buy into the drivel that is the haunting but haywire act
"Dragonfly". John Debney's rousing musical score will
probably liven the film's stimulating jabs but the static that is
being displayed here amounts to nothing more than another overproduced
hair-raising glossy flick that insists on entertaining its moviegoers
with divine dread--only to come up with a bunch of frantic foolishness
that's just plain dreadful.
Frank rates this film: * 1/2 stars (out of 4 stars)
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