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24 of 26 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Home for the Holidays has more than a few good moments, June 14, 1999
By A Customer
Its only fair to say up front that "Home For the Holidays" is the kind of movie not everybody will understand or enjoy, especially those with good well adjusted lives. However, for we huddled masses, this film is like a smiling little angle in some newly restored Renaissance masterpiece as director Jodie Foster paints with brilliant flare a portrait of a typical middle-class family at Thanksgiving. That is...a typical less than functional...American family. We, who are products of such, know what's meant by that, and appreciate the true beauty of this work is that it lets you recall the pain and joy that only families can give. At first glance Home For The Holidays is a good-old-fashioned comedy about the reality of family values and holiday reunions. It follows the return of Claudia Larson (Holly Hunter), a 30-something never been married single-mom eldest daughter professional with a exotic career, to the childhood home for the much-dreaded November 25th holiday feast. In the course of one short not-so-good day she loses her glamorous job, self-respect, and expensive fabulously beautiful coat. As she prepares to board the plane her 15-year-old daughter, Kit (Clare Danes), informs her in a passing after thought..."I'm going to have sex with Tim, safely, and not in the car, have a nice Thanksgiving." Now, the terrified-of-flying Clyde endures the always-bumpy mind-numbing siege of a Fall flight from Chicago to Baltimore siting next to the somebody's mom passenger-from-hell. She is primmed, prelimed, and primed for a close encounter of the parental kind. Adele, (Anne Bancroft), is an all knowing neurotic chain-smoking..."why are you squandering your god given talents"...kind of well meaning mom with a more than slightly unsound but flatulent sister, Aunt Glady (Geraldine Chaplin). She was a Latin teacher! Henry Larson, the dad (Charles During) , a recently retired BWI (Baltimore/Washington International) flight mechanic, spouts profound non sequiturs and drives both the car and wife a little more crazy by the minute. Like a slowly drowning pouch in the bottomless pool of parentally concern the diminutive Clyde's shrinks ever younger with deafened eyes glazed just over the rim of a10 year-old three-sizes-too-big spare bright red parka. Of course mom and dad play their hydrous game of catch-up. When, from the back seat mom leans over and whispers..."I can see your roots Claudia"...and you're greeted at the door by Frank the cat coughing up a hairball, you know your really home. To Clyde's unbemused delight Tommy (Robert Downey), the favorite baby brother makes a surprise night-vision goggle raid that culminates in ballroom kitchen dancing and a late snack. They all know Tommy sports many hats as a successful Boston restaurateur, manic wisecracking prankster, Polaroid popping paparazzi, and a mans-man. But now he has a relationship secret that Clyde will pry out if it kills him. She thinks something awful has happen between Tommy and his significant other, Jack (Sam Slovick). She also resents, no questions her brother's new guy pal in-tow, specialty cook Leo Fish's (Dylan McDarmatt), incessant sucking up. That is, until it finally dawns that he's not gay and has been hitting on her. Tommy told Leo about big bad sister's earlier fragile in fight cry for help and showed him Clyde's picture. Hey, that picture, was something else...but was she naked...was she what...in the picture, Tommy showed him, was she naked? The most difficult piece of this eccentric jigsawed quilt is the wonderfully awful Witmans freshly flushed from their curbside bunker. This passel of possum players is headed-up by the up-tight, resentfully compulsive, younger sister turned care taker, Joann (Cynthia Stevenson), followed in suit by husband banker Walter (Steven Guttenborg), brat niece Brittany Lace (Emily Ann Lloyd), and ingrate nephew, Walter Jr (Zack Duhame). So, to the melody of Nat "King" Cole's "The Very Though of You" this quirky cast lends the film the unforgettable rhythm of a tap dancer on a run-away roller coaster. Despite the many ups, downs, twists, and turns it doesn't miss a beat. At the end of the day, after the birds are et, all is said and done in the wake of the show and tell, and the last dish been washed and put away, this lovely little comedy has a very small but special message. Although it maybe lasts for 10 seconds, tops...the really important things in life are those brief, seemingly insignificant, sometimes tender, and often bittersweet incidents we experience when we're with family. We always remember and cherish...the moments...and Home for the Holidays has more than a few good moments.
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