Rare Birds

William Hurt has a failing restaurant in Newfoundland and an estranged wife in Washington D. C. He and friend Andy Jones -- who's building a small submarine -- discover a lot of cocaine in Hurt's wine cellar. After they establish it is good cocaine (so to speak), Hurt starts a rumor that a type of duck thought extinct has been spotted in the bay his isolated restaurant sits on. Suddenly people start showing up to look for the duck and eat, and his first hire is Molly Parker.

It's a very low-key comedy, as the heat develops between Hurt and Miss Parker, Jones' submarine gets an outing, and some guys who are obviously not birders set up in a Winnebago near the restaurant.

Hurt has always been a puzzle to me as a movie star -- and, according to reports, to himself as well. He moves slowly from inert, depressed lump to hopeful lump and I can see the emotional journey, but it's the situations and fog-bound images that held my interest. The movie itself is a paean to the polite eccentrics of Canada.

"Rare Birds" tells of a hapless Newfoundland restaurant owner/cook (Hurt) whose remote seaside restaurant is suffering from insufficient patronage due to a lack of advertising. A quirky friend (Jones) hatches a plot suggesting Hurt report the sighting of a nearly extinct duck to encourage bird watchers to flock to his eatery thereby stimulating his business while he's being stimulated by thoughts of his comely waitress (Parker)...etc. A fun and earnest flick which trudges through it's wry tale relying on understated tongue-in-cheek humor and quirkiness for entertainment, the film includes other salients such as a home made submarine, 22 pounds of cocaine, some much coveted sheet lights, and an RCMP SWAT team for additional substance. Overall, "RB" is a warm hearted little flick for those who don't mind off-kilteredness and the absence of the usual Hollyweird appurtenances. (B-)

What a waste of a good cast and exquisite scenery. Moments of humour and greatness but with an absolutely awful subplot that went nowhere about cocaine. And to make matters worse it shows the character of William Hurt using it on a regular basis in the movie. All the main characters needed a dialogue coach apart from Andy Jones who looked surprised at times at running out of good script moments (what, again?). William Hurt had one of the most hit and miss accents of any movie. It was all rather a shame as there was both a good premise and a great promise in the film. Some awful editing too to add to this disjointed effort. Perhaps all the behind the scenes people were busy snorting.....the whole mess certainly reflects it. 6 out of 10 for Andy and the scenery.

What does a recovered package of cocaine, a gourmet restaurant in the middle of nowhere, two of the most delightful and oddest friends I've ever met, the most naturally sexy redhead I've ever seen, Svetkoff Lights, a 1200 pound ultra-light submarine, an extinct species of duck, and undercover agents from the RCP have in common? One of the most entertaining little movies I've ever seen! The author driven screenplay kept me chuckling for the entire movie and I did not want the movie to end. What an absolute delight for both a story and a film. I loved it!!!

This is a charming film without any car chases, gunfights, gratuitous sex or cgi superheroes. Instead you get a lot of moody comedy, wacky characters, gorgeous coastal Canadian scenery and plenty of accents to go with.

But as with many great Canadian comedies (such as New Waterford Girl, set in the same area) you need to familiarize yourself with some Canadian stereotypes & inside jokes. First of all, you have to understand that the entire east coast of Canada exists in a mind-numbed state of boredom. Nothing happens. Ever. So any film that has a submarine & an extinct duck is already a heart-pounding thriller.

That brings me to Canadian stereotype #2: Canadians are obsessed with waterfowl. It doesn't help that the national currency--upon which most other countries proudly display the image of their greatest leaders--in Canada has a picture of a duck.

Canadian stereotype #3: The police (RCP) are totally useless, unless you need someone to jump start your engine. With this in mind, you might find the ending of the movie extra hilarious.

Canadian stereotype #4: Canadians are hyper-paranoid anxiety attacks waiting to happen. Canadians are convinced that every phone is bugged, every street has secret cameras, and government helicopters circle high overhead with infrared detectors, making sure no one so much as spits on the sidewalk. William Hurt pulls off the role brilliantly, acting like a borderline neurotic basket case when anything the least bit unusual happens.

I could go on, having lived in Newfoundland for several years (by the way, it's pronounced 'newfound-LAND') and having learned some but not nearly all the quirks of the region, but I think your best bet would be to experience it yourself someday. Just bear in mind, as you watch the movie, that it's hilarious to approximately 500,000 people on the planet. The rest of the world may not get all the gags, but it's a fun movie nonetheless.