One More Time

"Just because you can't be someone new doesn't mean you can't do something new" Jude (Amber Heard)

To see Christopher Walken sing as a has-been crooner is to remember he started as an entertainer who could dance pretty meanly on the stage. Here he features an original song written by his character, Paul Lombard, in his sunset years hoping for a new musical start.

One More Time is indeed about one more chance, not just for Paul but also his 31-year old daughter, Jude, who has some singing/writing gifts she is weakly promoting. Typically, she has to deal with her father's fame and her own inability to stay anchored in a place that's both physical and figurative.

Like dad, Jude doesn't always do what's best for her (both of them sexually vulnerable), and like him she needs another chance as the title suggests. The most satisfactory moments are when the two go after each other's weaknesses, a form of tough love that allows both actors to sharpen their craft. When he comments that they live in "the poor part of the Hamptons," you are aware that they both live in an alternate universe where "poor" is a relative term. Like their lives, not everything is as it really is.

The most normal conflict of the film comes when Paul's wife, Lucille (Ann Magnuson), starts divorce proceedings because of Paul's infidelities. Out of this discomforting circumstance comes a chance for conservative daughter, Corinne (Kelli Garner), to show her more aggressive side, another case of a character getting a chance.

One more time is a small film that will leave Christopher Walken fans wanting more of his sneer and world weary irony, yet as a washed up but returning pop entertainer, his character seems to fit the actor one more time.

I watched this movie to see how the dynamic between Christopher Walken and Amber Heard would play out. In short it didn't work. Much like most of the movie

Amber Heard, is Chris Walken's Indie-black-sheep daughter who returns to the comfort of the home when life and money gets too hard. When she gets there, her family feud with her more-than-perfect sister and it's-all-about-me-famous-singer-dad is rekindled

The embers of the family's dysfunction's continue to smolder throughout the movie - much like Heard's continuous smoking of hand-rolled joints.

The move is way too slow, and I was left not caring much for any of the characters.

Highlights: Christopher Walken crooning his way through a Sinatra-esque song, and Kelli Garner's (Heard's sister) ice-queen-and-ice-pick-sharp 'offer' to Walken's 5th wife near the end of the movie.

Lowlights: Everything in between.

I love Christopher Walken but I can't finish this garbage. I've skipped most of the first 40 minutes of this and can't torture myself any further.

The main actress cannot act and fails miserably at embracing her character. All other actors also leave much to be desired, except for Walken, who does what he can with his character.

Much of the first 40 minutes is a lot of talking about nothing, pretending to be one of those movies where the dialogue is actually good and worthy of filling up 40 minutes of anything.

It was not that it was really bad, as much as it was bland and stale.

I've seen Christopher Walken give a more lively performance in much worse movies. This was Definitely not his finest performance.

Amber Heard was not interesting enough to hold down this movie at all, and the chemistry between her and Walken was pretty weak.

It was suppose to be a coming-of-age story, but there is no heart behind it, and it really needs that heart.

And it felt like the actors were just dictating the script, not acting.

the music was pretty lame too. The song that went through the film, that was suppose to capture the moment, failed to do so.

Could not recommence seeing this flick as it did nothing for me.

...or, how my thirty-one year-old teenage daughter cinched up her borscht belt, moved to California, joined Hadassah, and married an entertainment lawyer in Sherman Oaks, or a dentist from Oxnard.

Mr. Walken once again demonstrates that he never met a camera he couldn't beguile, and if he can be a Lippman, there is no reason why Mel Gibson shouldn't have his scalp circumcised. (There are a number of good moils who would be happy to do the honors.)

I've always loved Nantucket in February, when the wind off the Atlantic is as cold and hard as the Puritan god, so the shots of clam shacks closed for the winter warmed me right up; straight out of the indie Playbill, but nicely done, nonetheless.

The very brief, scattered glimpses of Corinne's silent reactions to the exclusive bubble shared by Paul and Jude bespeak a lifetime of difficult experience. You don't need to wade through three hours of slush like The Aviator (2004) to know Kelli Garner is talented, and One More Time (2015) proves she has become a perceptive adult. Someone should really give her a prominent lead in something commensurate with her ability and maturity.

Oliver Platt is always a pleasure.

A couple of continuity issues that don't stand up to scrutiny, but nothing inexcusable.

A good job. Thank you.

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