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Far Harbor Reviews

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DrStrangeblog
Super Reviewer
March 21, 2011
Far Harbor is a little-seen Jennifer Connelly indie movie from 1996. Hell that's the only reason I watched it. It's very slow and talky, occasionally pretentious, and populated by people you wouldn't want to be at a dinner party with.

However there are a few thoughtful moments, capped by Connelly delivering a mesmerizing 6:30 monologue about a fateful day that changed her life. From the first couple sentences, you know what the outcome of her story will be, but you still have to sit there uncomfortably just like the rest of the cast does and listen to her softly describe every detail. You can tell she has replayed that day a thousand times over in her mind, and now reflects upon it with acceptance traced with an almost whimsical sadness. Quite extraordinary. It's the kind of speech that could've gotten her a Supporting Actress nomination long before A Beautiful Mind if it had been in a much better movie. I would say for Connelly fans it's worth watching just for that scene.
September 4, 2010
boring! but I sat threw the whole thing
June 12, 2010
A decent cast in a movie that was well-intended when written and filmed only to have it fall apart anyway. This film's downfall and inherent flaw was it's own smugness. I got the distinct feeling all the actors and actresses, even the multi-talented Marcia Gay Harden, were trying too damned hard. The entire premise might've been better if the character leads had a more sordid past than simply being successful workaholics. The weekend getaway spoiled because someone parked a yacht in the lake and hence everyone is reminded that there are no weekend getaways if you are a workaholic. That's the plot???? The lesser characters are portrayed by some not-too-solid actors and actresses. This causes the supporting cast to fail miserably. I honestly got bored with this film. It was about as engaging and charming as a Sunday afternoon drive to Walgreens.
June 12, 2010
rich people with "problems" are nice problems. i wish people actually talk this way, but in the "real world" no one speaketh this way - because in the "real world" of proverty (of the heart) no one cares in the end.
April 12, 2009
A young couple invite six of their friends to spend a weekend in their posh beachside mansion in this would-be character ensemble piece oozing with ennui and stilted, pretentious, mostly vacuous dialogue. This directoral debut of John Huddles is a perfect example of how independent filmmaking can be as unoriginal and empty as big-budget Hollywood films. Even assuming that you have a high tolerance for whiney self-indulgence and pseudo-intellectualism, it's still difficult to empathize with the eight poorly-drawn chararacters and their various plights, most of which amount to unbridled self-absorption. Here we have a group of rich and accomplished twenty-somethings, none of whom looks old enough to have finished graduate school yet, much less old enough (or intelligent enough) to have soared to their grandiose career heights, and certainly far too young to be in the throes of mid-life crisis! The actors themselves do as much as they can with the ludicrous material, with the exception of Tracee Ross, whose eye-bulging/Greek-tragedy-scale grimacing performance is among the worst I've seen outside a Lifetime TV Movie. Writer/director Huddles has taken on *far* more than he can chew, or is even capable of understanding... the film is outrageously derivative (see *September*, *The Big Chill*, etc.) and one can only sympathetically assume that he made this film directly upon graduating from film school without taking time to craft his own vision. His constant efforts to imbue the film with sophistication are painfully annoying and embarassing, from the character's constant literary banter (which any well-rounded college graduate could see through as drivel) to the pheasant-with-truffles dinner to the confessional conversation in the wine cellar, to the inclusion (but ignoring of) the film's token black character and token gay couple. Jennifer Connelly's character is virtually the only one in the film whom you don't want to strangle, perhaps because her character is highly medicated and doesn't blabber as much as the others. Prozac, anyone?
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