Luke Wilson thinks deep thoughts asHenry Poole.
HENRY POOLE IS HERE (Mark Pellington). 98 minutes. Opens Friday (August 22). For venues and times, see film times. Rating: N
The only thing worse than a bad movie is a bad movie that thinks it's good for you.
Case in point: Henry Poole Is Here, a godawful tale of spiritual redemption and religious mystery from director Mark Pellington, who's traded in the busy, empty thrills of Arlington Road and The Mothman Prophecies for music video sequences of sun-drenched wonder. It's a study of religious ecstasy told by a simpering idiot.
Working from a screenplay by Albert Torres, Pellington gives us a contrived, hollow drama about a wet-eyed mope (Luke Wilson) who moves into a rundown suburban house and sits around staring into the middle distance. We know he's carrying a weight because whenever anyone asks him if he wants the house fixed up, he replies semi-cryptically that there's no point; he won't be around that long. Cue ominous flashback to doctor's office. Simmer.
But then a wide-eyed neighbour (Babel's Adriana Barraza) insists the water stain on his outside wall is a manifestation of Jesus and starts bringing members of her congregation over for healings. The little girl next door is an adorable mute with a fetish for audiotaping overheard conversations, and her mom (Radha Mitchell) is wicked hot.
Just guess how it all plays out.