I've always had lukewarm feelings about Jerry Maguire. Jim got in on our Netflix queue and I kind of smirked when he told me what he got. He asked why I was rolling my eyes (which I wasn't, I was smirking). I told him that I think it's cute how he really likes chick flicks. He responded with "Jerry Maguire isn't a chick flick. Oh, wait. Yeah, I guess it is."This is probably the 3rd or 4th time that I've seen this movie. It's certainly getting better with age. My age, that is. There is wisdom in how they portray the single mom, his work relationships when he bares his soul (I love how is his co-workers applaud and whisper that hes' going to get fired because he was so honest), and the shared look between his wife and friend when watching the wedding video.
The reason this movie doesn't hold together is Tom Cruise. He has no chemistry with Renee Zellweger because he's all persona. It's the rare film where he comes down to earth to be a human being instead of a leading man/superstar. He's not believable as someone who would marry Dorothy. Sure, he's desperate not to be alone, but this actor playing this character is much more likely going to hit the bars or find a hooker before hitting it with his idealistic assistant.
It's directed by Cameron Crowe, so I'm tempted to go back and watch Almost Famous again. I might just like it more than I did the first time around.
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