SXSW Review: Reign Over Me

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Something unusual happens watching Reign Over Me, the new post-9/11 drama from writer-director Mike Binder (The Upside of Anger); the longer you have to actually think about it, the more diminished it becomes in your view. There's no denying that Reign Over Me is well-intentioned and well-acted, thanks to lead performances from Adam Sandler and Don Cheadle; at the same time, Reign Over Me feels a little off, with more than a few holes in it that become apparent viewed from a distance.

New York Dentist Alan Johnson (Cheadle) has it all -- great wife, great family, successful career. Having it all is, in fact, driving him a little nuts; where's the room for him to be him? One night, by chance, he sees his old college roommate Charlie Fineman (Sandler) on the street; Alan and Charlie fell out of touch a bit after school, and Charlie's been off the map completely since his wife and three children were killed on one of the planes that crashed into the World Trade Center on 9/11. Charlie is a mess -- tic-ridden, hunched into his headphones, blotchy and haggard -- but after a few more chance meetings, he and Alan do connect, over video games, all-night jam sessions, Mel Brooks movie marathons. Alan's retreating to juvenilia because adult life is crushing him; Charlie is mired in it because it's all he has left.

Much as P.T. Anderson did in Punch-Drunk Love, Binder takes Sandler's two most prominent comedic assets -- mumble-mouthed child-like meanderings and unglued, irrational rage -- and turns them into dramatic ones. Cheadle is, as ever, rock-solid; Alan's not irresponsible, and he's not a bad husband, but he thinks he could use a break, and Cheadle gets to not only deliver a few sterling laugh lines but also do some subtler, more affecting acting.

The one thing Reign Over Me gets right is the nature and character of grief -- how it can howl with brute force, or whisper with insidious subtlety. I was worried that Reign Over Me would be yet another Hollywood miracle cure movie, going from madness to hard-won sanity in the space between the credits, but that doesn't happen here; by the end of the film, Charlie isn't miraculously whole and well and restored.

The things Reign Over Me gets wrong are a bit more numerous, and smaller, but they run through the film like dry rot through lumber. The two most conventionally-Hollywood portions of the film -- a courtroom moment and the presence of a completely superfluous character -- are a bit, well, conventionally Hollywood. And also, not to denigrate the emotive elements of Binder's script, or his effort in making it, but I found myself wondering if you could have made Reign Over Me as it exists if Charlie's transformative tragedy had been something more personal -- a car crash, a boating accident, fire ants -- and less of a political and historical milestone. And, but for a few lines of dialogue, you could; I'm not saying that Binder's film has to be United 93, or World Trade Center -- I just felt like Binder's 9/11 movie wasn't quite about 9/11.

Still, the capacity for drama and comedy that Binder showed in The Upside of Anger is even more honed here, and he also crafts several nicely-cut moments; Charlie ransacking his house, as the rooms full of boxes and clutter he can't bear to deal with is flashbacked into the home he used to have, or Alan noticing Charlie's gaze on a dental workstation and, wisely, making a joke about it. There are a few nice supporting turns as well -- Liv Tyler as a psychiatrist in Cheadle's building who Cheadle hounds for free consultation, Donald Sutherland as a judge for a few brief moments that evoke memories of Wilford Brimley in Absence of Malice. But movies aren't moments, and 9/11 isn't just an interchangeable generic plot point; having your heart in the right place doesn't compensate for mis-steps in judgment and plotting and structure. Reign Over Me gets stuck in that cursed place where too many films come to rest: It's good enough to make you wish it were truly great.


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