Un señorito en Nueva York

"Stars and Bars" is not that bad, but it's not that good to warrant many words of praise. Without a doubt it's the weakest film on Daniel Day-Lewis resume, yet it's not his fault since he delivers a nice comedic performance. The story, as written by novelist William Boyd and directed by Pat O'Connor, is all over the place with its criticism on cultural clashes between Americans and British, with a series of unfunny moments, stereotypes and cliches. A couple of scenes work, the acting is quite good but the final result is awkward. It might be one of those cases that work best on a book, but doesn't translate well as a movie.

The premise is somewhat interesting and with a large ensamble cast we are easily seduced by everything, at first. Day-Lewis plays Henderson Dores, a shy and polite British art expert who is commissioned to purchase a rare Renoir painting that was somehow acquired by a hillbilly American family living down south.

The patriarch Loomis (Harry Dean Stanton) doesn't have a clue about the real worth of such lovely painting and accepts the other man's offer. The problem arises when other members of the family begin to interfere with the selling, ruining the foreign man's peace of mind, and a few women he's connected are also part of the confusion like his boss wife (Laurie Metcalf), her teenage daughter (Martha Plimpton) who invited herself to the trip as she's obsessed with him; and a potential girlfriend (Joan Cusack).

What's to like about "Stars and Bars"? The bond between Henderson and Loomis, the only meaningful interaction between characters despite the Brit sort of fooling the other guy. But it's a great connection as they share common values about what's important in life. The dinner scene with family and friends gathered is amazingly hilarious with many action going on but we're mostly focused on Spalding Gray making some on the teenage girl, and she surprises him in a painful manner. And the bookened scenes with Keith David as Henderson's fencing instructor.

As for the rest...it's simply a series of repetitive acts against the leading man, over-the-top anti-British scenarios that go nowhere, and some odd twists related with the family members - the blind woman who sees everything, the brother that never leaves the room to later appear on a key moment, etc. The generalization bias on both cultures were simply annoying and thrown in a dumb manner.

As said earlier, Daniel Day-Lewis was good in it, but not great. It's unlike anything we're used to see him doing, since he's mostly an amazing dramatic performer, and here he tries for many good humored moments and a very physical comedy. Had the filmmakers waited a little longer to make this film, the perfect choice for the role would be Hugh Grant, especially in the 1990's.

Anyway, they tried too hard to get some laughs from us, and I tried too hard to like it. Simply couldn't. 5/10.

I stumbled across this film on HBO years ago, and am so glad I recorded it, as I could never find it on DVD. I have always been a big Daniel Day Lewis fan, and this is unlike anything else I have ever seen him do. It is hard to believe this is the same year he appeared in "The Unbearable Lightness of Being;" what a contrast! It truly demonstrates his range and willingness to completely inhabit any role he takes on. Make no mistake- it is a really quirky film, but there are hilarious moments, and the supporting cast contribute to the overall effect. Just go with the flow!

Oh, how I would love to own this on DVD! A marvelous job by Daniel Day Lewis, Harry Dean Stanton, Joan Cusack and Glann Headley. In my opinion it is a deep South tour-de-farce. I guess you have to have lived there to appreciate the humorous poke at what lies behind the moss-covered trees that line the backroads of the South. It reminds me of Out on a Limb, a similar Southern dark comedy with Matthew Broderick. Both are hysterical weekends with people whose family trees "don't branch!!" You'll never see Lewis doing this whimsy again, except perhaps as the pansy boyfriend in "Room with a View" which he did at about the same time. Both characters are played with equal artistic integrity he grants all his roles. Kudos and many laughs to all!

A very strange fish-out-of-water comedy with straight-laced stiff-upper-lip British art dealer Daniel Day-Lewis sent down South to try to purchase a priceless painting from kooky patriarch Harry Dean Stanton and contending with the various family lunatics. The tone of the film is quite uneven and the comedic moments are more mildly amusing rather than laugh-out-loud funny. Other films and books have done both the "normal guy out of his depth" and lampoon of the Southern Gothic family more expertly, but that is not to indicate that the film does not have some memorable moments. Some of the supporting performances are well done, particularly Maury Chaykin's obnoxious Elvis-garbed bully son and Martha Plimpton, as the sex-crazed teenager, who accompanies Day-Lewis on his trip. Unfortunately, others like Joan Cusack, Glenne Headley, Will Patton and Laurie Metcalf are either stuck with overly broad roles or limited screen time. Pat O'Connor's direction is rather clumsy and rough resulting in a film that moves in starts and stops, and misses the mark more often than not. Arguably the most interesting reason to see the film is Day-Lewis himself. Usually he plays straight dramatic roles filled with sweaty angst, it is rare to see him in a comedy, much less playing such a well-intentioned, discombobulated dweeb. He is surprisingly appealing and throws himself body and soul into the part, even when the film does not remotely deserve such consideration. It is a shame that he has refrained from doing much comedy, because he does show some skill in frantic slapstick moments - whether running around a hotel trying to prevent the meeting of two women or escaping from gangsters buck naked after being forced to strip. Not to digress, but Day-Lewis' surprising full frontal nude scene during the strip and escape is certainly another plus for any fans of his as, much like comedy, nudity is something he rarely does in his dramas.

My review was written in March 1988 after watching the film at a Manhattan screening room.

In David Puttam's legacy at Columbia Pictures, "Stars and Bars" represents a major faux pas. Unfunny mixture of farce and misdirected satire has no conceivable audience apart from undiscriminating pay-cable viewers.

Project was developed by Puttna, but given to his ex-partner Sandy Lieberson to produce after Puttnam acceded to head of Columbia. Though an American picture, it features a high complement of U. K. personnel behind the camera.

Scripted by William Boyd from his novel, thin story line follows the misadventures of a Brit in America, or rather someone's view of what America is like (targets of Boyd's satire are all straw men). Daniel Day-Lewis plays the hapless hero, an art expert sent by his boss to acquire a rare Renoir painting (worth about $10,000,000) from hayseed Harry Dean Stanton, who claims to have bought it for $500 in France in 1946.

Bulk of the pic deals with Day-Lewis' interactions with Stanton's weird brood, including Maury Chaykin as his Elvis-imitating son who already has sold the painting to unscrupulous, rival New York art dealers. Nonsensical gags and caricatures represent a real comedown from Hollywood's cutesy but effective portrayal of Southern goofballs, especially in such funny films as the 1945 Fred MacMurray vehicle, "Murder, He Says".

Add to this concoctions some awkward bedroom farce (Day-Lewis unconvincingly juggling his new pickup, Joan Cusack, at an Atlanta hotelwith his fiancee Laurie Metcalf) that wouldn't pass muster as a West End farce for the tourist trade, and pic self-destructs rapidly. Helmer Pat O'Connor evidences no feel for comedy, having the cast overact unmercifully, except for standup comic Steven Wright (as Day-Lewis' business rival) who maintains his familiar deadpan pesona.

Day-Lewis is downright embarrassing, suffering through two extended nude chase scenes and nearly bursting a blood vessel in his uncharacteristic turn. Stanton is wasted in the sort of role he graduated from a decade ago and juve actress Martha Plimpton is miscast in a precocious temptress role.

Supporting cast is one long in-joke, featuring tons of New York talent whose presence will mean nothing to national audiences and add nothing to the picture, e.g., Spalding Gray, Rockets Redglare. Structurally the fact that Will Patton (recently impressive as the villain in "No Way Out") has a key role but doesn't show up on screen until two brief scenes in the final reel is mystifying.

Sting contributes an excellent theme song "An Englishman in New York", from his latest LP, which is pointlessly reprised near the end of the film.