Revisiting—or in a few cases, watching for the first time—and celebrating the work of Michelle Pfeiffer, the best actress of my lifetime.
The cinematic crimes against humanity in this film are
legion: it's maudlin, treacly, and manipulative; many of the female characters
lack sufficient agency; and don't even get me started on Katherine Heigl and
Bon Freaking Jovi. But then there's Pfeiffer, who manages to make her little
story arc feel true, and deeply affecting. She rises above the rest of this mess, even managing
to elevate Zac Efron along with her.
Michelle is Ingrid, a miserable, depressed loner with no friends and no life to speak of outside of her job—which she impulsively quits early in the film. Teaming up with an unlikely companion, the young delivery-hunk Paul (Efron), she sets out to accomplish a series of resolutions before the ball drops at midnight on New Year's Eve.
Michelle is Ingrid, a miserable, depressed loner with no friends and no life to speak of outside of her job—which she impulsively quits early in the film. Teaming up with an unlikely companion, the young delivery-hunk Paul (Efron), she sets out to accomplish a series of resolutions before the ball drops at midnight on New Year's Eve.
Ingrid's story is touching throughout, but then there's the final scene of the film. As the credits roll, Efron
drags Pfeiffer out onto the dance floor, and her painfully shy and cynical
wallflower finally blooms. The two of them dance like Pink's dirty little freaks to "Raise Your Glass" and, may the gods help me, my heart
kind of melts and my well-honed cynicism takes a two-minute vacation. Maybe it's because I'm
also entirely too self-conscious to let myself go on a dance floor that watching Pfeiffer's Ingrid shake off the cobwebs and just let it all go is
absurdly inspiring. She's silly and free and just flailing around, rhythm and
moves be damned. It's a glorious sight to behold.
Here's the thing. Life is relentless most of the time. Even
the very best days are emotional roller coasters. So much of our time is spent
processing and managing the accumulated effects of daily stress. We don't have
as many opportunities as we'd like to be Ingrid on the dance floor at the end,
and even if we did, we might be too beaten down by life to take advantage. But
then I think of Pfeiffer and Efron just being in the moment and completely
unselfconscious, and can't help but aspire to something like that myself. Take those moments, hold them tight, and really, truly appreciate them
while they last.
Who would think this inspiration would come from one of Pfeiffer's least essential films? Her ability to shine, even in films that aren't worthy of her talents, never ceases to amaze me.
Who would think this inspiration would come from one of Pfeiffer's least essential films? Her ability to shine, even in films that aren't worthy of her talents, never ceases to amaze me.
Excellent take on a saccharine Love,Actually clone. However, everyone needs to let their hair down & dance their special dance. Believe me mini vacations do wonders!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susan. And we all need to do our special dance now and then, that's for sure.
DeleteConfession time: I still have not seen New Year's Eve, the only other recent Michelle Pfeiffer pflick I haven't seen being I Could Never Be Your Woman. In both films the goddess has a relationship with a much younger man.
ReplyDeleteI am a little scared to finally watch this one, but as you say there's always a moment or two of her genius poking out through the edges of even the most generic of her movies.
Paul, I recommend I Could Never Be Your Woman, but I'm a fan of Paul Rudd and director Amy Heckerling, so I might be biased. But we share a love of Pfeiffer, so I can't imagine you won't find that one at least a little enjoyable.
DeleteNew Year's Eve is mostly just painful to sit through. You'll find yourself wanting to fast forward to Michelle's scenes. Actually, I would highly recommend you do that. You'll enjoy it much more!