Drew Barrymore, Luke Wilson
Barrymore, hair done up in soft coppery curls that make her look like Raggedy Ann as painted by Rubens, plays a fast-food waitress pregnant by a married man. He dies under very odd, slightly sinister circumstances—and in a strange posture, upright on a bench. His stepson (Wilson), who had a hand in this mischief, takes a job at the burger joint and tries to gauge how much Barrymore knows about the old man's demise. Soon he's escorting her to Lamaze classes and reciting hamburger recipes in his head.
Home Fries is like that, always mixing the suspenseful and the cute. You could call the movie "quirky," but for the sake of accuracy the correct word is "geeky." Barrymore trembles with her usual vulnerable sweetness while waddling about with a padded stomach. She's just plain adorable, which after a while gets to be just plain tiresome. Wilson (Barrymore's real-life boyfriend; see page 139) looks like a more chiseled David Arquette. Mostly he just squints confusedly. Everyone must have been out to lunch on this one. (PG-13)
Bottom Line: Hold the pickles, hold the lettuce and send back the movie
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