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Hollywood routinely creates movies whose sole reason for existence is to provide a beloved celebrity a scenery-chewing star turn; occasionally, these films even win their lead performer an Oscar (recent example: Al Pacino in Scent of a Woman). But The Evening Star may be the first movie whose chief aim is to exalt a performer for her stellar work in another movie: Every frame oozes with admiration for the magic Shirley MacLaine worked in Star's predecessor, 1983's Terms of Endearment -- so much so that Star frequently neglects to stand on its own terms.
Evening Star, like Terms before it, is based on a Larry McMurtry novel about lovable Force of Nature Aurora Greenway, the sort of larger-than-life woman who inspires characters who have known her for decades to persist in referring to her by her complete name. Terms, of course, was about Aurora's love-hate relationship with her rebellious daughter Emma (Debra Winger) and hate-love relationship with rebellious former astronaut Garrett Breedlove (Jack Nicholson, who bared his impressive gut and won himself an Oscar). At film's end, Emma met her Maker (the one who's not Aurora), but not before an excruciatingly shameless scene in which she and her kids keep up a brave face during their final moments together. Still, that movie -- written and directed by James L. Brooks -- was populated with complex and interesting characters and boasted some winsome, clever dialogue.
No such luck this time around. McMurtry's second Aurora novel is fatter than Breedlove's belly, so writer/director Robert Harling, who plowed similar territory with his play and screenplay for Steel Magnolias, had to do his trimming with a chain saw. Some of the trims are for obvious streamlining purposes, while some are to guarantee a PG-13 rating. McMurtry created a new former beau for Aurora, a colonel who parades around in the nude; here, Harling just gives him bad fashion sense. McMurtry made Aurora's grandchildren exponentially more vexing: Melanie was a pregnant slut, Teddy and his girlfriend both liked girls and Tommy got shivved in prison. No such complications intrude upon this rather genteel adaptation -- and really, that doesn't seem too great a loss. (Peter Bogdanovich, in adapting The Last Picture Show's sequel, Texasville, similarly jettisoned a lot of crass material McMurtry apparently intended as zany and sexy, but Bogdanovich too couldn't corral what was left into anything of much interest.)
Harling's other screenplays, Soapdish and The First Wives Club, mainly steamrollered subtlety in favor of standard hackwork gags. Here, even though he knows he should be treading lightly as he's embellishing on a beloved seriocomic drama, his wacky impulses too often get the best of him (and William Ross's sitcom-y music doesn't help matters). Early on, Aurora encounters all manner of aggravation just wandering around her home. "What's going on?" one character asks faithful maid Rosie (Marion Ross). "Life as we know it," is the precious reply. Aw, gawrsh -- Harling elbows the audience in the ribs a bit too aggressively: Ain't her life the nuttiest? Harling divvies his material between shtick and pathos, a not terribly rewarding range.
Shtick, pathos and reminding us just how terrific Terms was, that is. Three scenes of exposition pretty much explain everything of import that occurred in the first movie; more perturbing are the numerous scenes that are direct cribs from -- Harling might argue they're "homages" to -- Brooks's film, as if nothing else could happen in Aurora's life that could match what transpired in Terms. (In fact, much of the movie is actually concerned with Aurora putting together scrapbooks of her life.) Aping earlier material may be acceptable if you're dealing with mindless crowd pleasers such as the Lethal Weapon series or Stallone flicks; when you're creating a redux of an Oscar-honored film, however, you should aspire for a little more.
Evening Star is an episodic saga -- just like life! -- which finds Aurora alternately tangling with her grandkids and with Emma's pal Patsy (Miranda Richardson), now a rich divorcee whom the kids confide in more than their gramma. Surly Tommy (George Newburn) is doing time; his only delight is chucking Aurora's lovingly baked brownies in the trash while she watches. Little lost Melanie (Juliette Lewis) has a knack for standing by the wrong man; she goes to Hollywood and, in the movie's most stupid subplot, becomes a sitcom star after her first audition (it's a comment on just how stuck the entertainment industry is on itself that even a movie set in Houston can't help but throw in some ersatz Hollywood glamour). Teddy (Mackenzie Astin) is basically shunted to the side to provide exposition when needed; Aurora does, at least, disapprove of his live-in girlfriend.
In the story line that actually goes somewhere interesting, good ol' Rosie cons Aurora into securing the services -- in more ways than one -- of a therapist with dubious credentials (Bill Paxton), who, it amusingly turns out, is in more dire need of therapy than Aurora could ever be. Alas, this plays itself out long before the movie is over, and we're resigned to wallowing in more routine melodrama the rest of the way. At least for the time he's on-screen, Paxton provides the movie with a much-needed quirky spark.
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