Morning Glory Reviews
Applying for anything and everything in her field, Becky's sickly-eager persistence pays off when she gets an interview with a sardonic and skeptical network boss Jerry Barnes (Jeff Goldblum). Reluctant but wanting Becky out-of-his-office, Barnes agrees to give Becky a chance to turn around a hemorrhaging low-rating national morning news show called "Daybreak".
Literally stumbling into the job, Becky is full of ideas and promises to revitalize a show that she believes could be something special. First order of business is to replace the sexist male co-host with her hard-hitting news anchor idol, Mike Pomeroy (Harrison Ford), easier said than done.
Becky coerces the semi-retired Pulitzer wining hard-hitting reporter into joining her 'mediocre little show' by reading the fine print and threatening to cancel his multimillion dollar contract, however her great gamble fails to pay off.
The cantankerous Pomeroy refuses to cover fluffy morning show staples like celebrity gossip, weather, fashion and crafts, insists on having complete control of all promotions and constantly insults his ex-beauty queen and long-time morning show personality co-host Colleen Peck (Diane Keaton).
Whilst enjoying a blossoming romance with fellow producer Adam Bennett (Patrick Wilson) Becky's enthusiastic bubble bursts when informed that if the ratings don't turn around within six weeks, Daybreak will be cancelled.
Strapping her unwitting weatherman into a rollercoaster, getting Peck into a sumo suit and kissing a frog and allowing Pomeroy and Peck's clash bleed over from off screen to on air, Becky resorts to sensationalism, slapstick and all things crass in a race to worship the television industry's god, ratings. But will it work?
Struggling to save her relationship, her reputation, her job and ultimately, the show itself, the talented Rachael McAdams tries extremely hard to create empathy for her Hepburn-esque Becky Fuller, however with all her energy, conscientiousness and commitment, Becky is simply irritating.
As his character so eloquently admits "I'm doing it for the money"; Harrison Ford delivers little more than a phone in. His time in action movies well and truly over (hint, hint! no more Indiana Jones appearances please) Ford slums it; perpetually grouching his way through cheesy lines and a full reportour of old man angry faces.
Underutilized, Diane Keaton is completely wasted. Flaky and exactly prefect for her role, the lack of screen time gives you little opportunity to embrace her character. This is also true for the rest of the highly talented and terrific but wasted cast including Goldblum, Wilson and John Pankow.
The pedigree continues, including "Notting Hill" director Roger Michell and "The Devil Wears Prada" Screenwriter Aline Brosh McKenna. Stirring this pot of credentials along with a premise that had great potential, this movie forgot to ground itself in reality and what should have been a delightful and humorous escape nose dives into heavy handed obviousness and tedium.
The verdict: In a rush to convince us its funny, meaningful and realistic, this new sub-genre the 'platonic' rom-com lacks appeal. When two bickering and cranky geriatrics who used to have wonderful careers start talking about pap smears and prostate checks its time to cancel the show. . .
Published: The Queanbeyan Age
Date of Publication: 14/01/2011