Garofalo plays Marcy Tizard, a single-minded political professional bent on re-electing a U.S. senator from Boston. With the re-election prospects of her candidate, John McGlory (Jay O. Sanders), waning, chief of staff Nick Ward (Denis Leary) dispatches Marcy to Ireland to drum up some long-lost McGlory relatives who might help secure the much-needed Irish vote back home.
Marcy arrives in the poky town of Ballinagra just as the annual Matchmaking Festival begins, and her search for McGlorys mostly turns up unwanted suitors. Still, she tirelessly seizes the platform in pub after pub, inquiring as to any acquaintance with the fabled McGlorys. In the course of her search, Marcy can't help but come across the town's two rival matchmakers, Dermot (Milo O'Shea), who runs the local tanning parlor, and Millie (Rosaleen Linehan).
The weeks wear on as Marcy shuttles back and forth between the antiquated phone she uses to keep the senator apprised of her progress and the local pub where the townsfolk while away the hours. Sean (David O'Hara), the brother of her innkeeper, ushers her around town on her quest. Gradually, his guileless, playful nature challenges her cool detachment, causing Marcy to reconsider where to draw the line of moral compromise or integrity in her professional life and of vulnerability in her personal life. Though her allegiances and perspective ostensibly evolve, ultimately she forsakes her newfound openness until it catches up with her.
The film clearly intends to depict cosmic truths, in its moral dilemmas and bedroom bedlam, through folky wisdom. Marcy becomes increasingly amenable to relationships, increasingly aware of her boss's duplicity, and realizes how foolish were her assumptions about small-town dwellers. But in the end, not a whole heck of a lot emerges from the mist overhanging this western Irish seaside town. Not to blame our out-of-towner, but the narrative is told from her point of view, and hinges on her effect on the town and vice versa.
In one particularly noteworthy scene, Marcy learns of the death of an elderly resident with whom she'd established a rapport; her stoic "oh, no" rings so disingenuous as to be almost laughable. On the other hand, she tries to abide by the maudlin nature of the story with an openness to the charms of small-town life so simple-minded as to bring to mind Julia Roberts. Unlike the measured warmth Garofalo brought to The Truth About Cats and Dogs, it fails to charm.
All told, the film's texture resembles the flat, wet, craggy topography of the moors in which it is set. Local Hero maintained a sense of irony about its characters, allowing them subtle shifts away from their defining characteristics while still hovering within the bounds of a small and charming film. The Matchmaker, meanwhile, attempts to impart that quaint feeling, but its broad strokes and predictable plot keep it from working.
The Matchmaker.
Directed by Mark Joffe. WIth Janeanne Garofalo, Denis Leary and Milo O'Shea.
Rated R.
96 minutes.
