Picks and Pans Review: Intersection
In last year's disastrous Mr. Jones Gere played a musician torn between hypermania and depression. Now in this year's disastrous Intersection he plays an architect torn between his estranged wife (Stone) and his girlfriend (Davidovich). Based on the far more effective 1970 French movie Les Choses de la Vie, Intersection tracks Gere as he tries to sort out his untidy, unwieldly existence.
On the one hand, there's Stone with whom he shares a history and a much-loved 13-year-old daughter (Jenny Morrison in a sweet debut). On the other hand, there's the far more fiery Davidovich. The movie quickly telegraphs just how clichéd it will be: Stone, the ice queen, is blond, and the passionate Davidovich is, yes, you guessed it, a redhead. Stone, Davidovich. Davidovich, Stone. Who's it going to be? Any decision would be better than indecision, but Gere just can't get into gear.
Neither does the movie. This could have been the sort of tearjerker that Hollywood did so well in the '30s and '40s with Susan Hayward and Bette Davis, but no handkerchief is required here. Why? Partly because of the amorphous plot and partly because there's absolutely no one in the cast to root for. Not Gere, whose acting here consists mostly of raking fingers through his hair. Not Davidovich, who overdoes the girlishness by half. And not Stone, who cast against type as the wronged wife, displays a remarkably anemic presence. (R)
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