By Brian Orndorf
â€œMarley & Meâ€ isnâ€™t so much an amiable motion picture as it is a series of manipulations kissed by Floridian sun and scored to a 45-year-old accountantâ€™s idea of a â€œwicked coolâ€ mix CD. With a legion of readers already devoted to John Groganâ€™s best-selling autobiography, the film has a built in audience ready to weep uncontrollably all over again. However, pull back the intense tear-jerking and layers of sitcom filmmaking, and youâ€™re left with a movie with amazingly little in the way of dramatic nutrition or organic sentiment.
Newlyweds John (Owen Wilson) and Jennifer (Jennifer Aniston) Grogan have relocated to South Florida to start their careers as idealistic newspaper reporters. To help nudge along the dream of a baby in the house, the couple tries on a dog for size, meeting Marley, a feisty Labrador whose energy is perceived as adorable by the new owners. As the years go by, itâ€™s clear Marley can never be tamed, with a daily routine of eating up the house, causing trouble outside, and making life miserable for John and Jennifer. When children start to arrive and relocations take the family across the country, the consistent spark of life is provided by Marley, who soon helps John achieve success as a reluctant columnist.
My one big hesitation with â€œMarley & Meâ€ is its gummy consistency. Whatever quality that made Groganâ€™s story such a bookstore mainstay over the last few years hasnâ€™t been translated properly to the screen for this adaptation. â€œMarley & Meâ€ is a persistently episodic tale of a dog and his madness, but under the guidance of director David Frankel (â€œThe Devil Wears Pradaâ€), the story has been reduced to only a few effective moments where the viewer gets a real sense of Marley and the family as a unit bonding big throughout the years. Frankel and the screenwriters simply pick their favorite Marley moments for maximum adorability or profound canine reaction, turning Groganâ€™s story from a 13-year-long swell of emotion to an obnoxious, crude series of â€œdogjinksâ€ where Marley ruins the day with his destructive curiosity and impulsive behavior.
If there was an authentic bond between the Grogans and Marley, the film doesnâ€™t bother solidifying the union. In trying to incorporate Johnâ€™s professional hesitations as an aspiring hard-nosed journalist (Alan Arkin turns in reliable supporting work as Johnâ€™s editor), Jenniferâ€™s baby pangs, and Marleyâ€™s phobias and frightful neighborhood reputation, the movie liquefies into a series of montages and muffled plot points. Frankel hopes to convey the passing of years in a few short steps, but it comes across as lame wish-fulfillment storytelling after the opening act, where the newspaper reporter can afford a sprawling Pennsylvania estate and Marley takes 15 seconds out of his busy day ruining the world to comfort Jennifer when she miscarries. The movie is hustling too fast to cram all the Grogan highlights into two hours, quickly abandoning any connective tissue. I came out of the picture refusing to believe a single scene of the film occurred in real life, and thatâ€™s not the aftertaste â€œMarley & Meâ€ should leave behind.
Also of great concern is Marley. While branded by John as â€œthe worldâ€™s worst dog,â€ Marley is actually hell on paws, and itâ€™s quite painful to observe the pooch obliterate everything he encounters, especially when the film showcases these antics in the name of â€œhilarity.â€ Perhaps dog enthusiasts will eat up scenes where Marley howls endlessly at thunderstorms, shreds every piece of furniture around, and intimidates the neighborhood while Jennifer and John just shrug their shoulders and pat Marley on the head. I couldnâ€™t help but fondly recall the climax of â€œOld Yellerâ€ during most of Marleyâ€™s reign of terror.
A few semi-interesting featurettes in tow, but mostly, the supplementary materials section of the DVD is rather understocked.
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Against the Current - the band, not adventures in dangerous swimming 101
Zedd - If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? (Well, answer my question!)
Arrow (Okay, Felicity from Arrow!)
Chrissy Costanza (cat eyes and buttery lyrics!)
Girls (TV) (Okay, Allison Williams!)
Movies - especially when they play in the dark.
Twin Peaks (TV)
Friends (TV) (It had me at "No way are you cool enough to pull Clint"; damn straight, Chandler!)
Traveling - preferably where water is, so I can splash someone!
Star Wars trilogy - no, the other one, fella!
Alex G - far more talented than her younger brother Alex H
Cameron Crowe movies - Say Anything..., Jerry Maguire, Almost Famous
The sign 'Free Wi-Fi'.
Reenacting dance/song scenes from "Grease" with my little girl (hey! Wait till you see my 'Summer Lovin'! - don't judge)
Die Hard - 40 stories of Sheer Adventure!
Alex Goot & Friends (his enemies aren't half as talented!)
Cooking up a nice dish and sitting in the entertainment area, on a cool night, basking in it's greatness.
Inflatable kids pools full of Vodka Lime Crush.
Acidic Email from angry, over passionate teenagers after I trash something "Twilight"-related on the site. Sparkle elsewhere.
My baby girl's big, caring heart.