American Pastoral (2016)
(On Cable TV, December 2020) As you know, constant reader, there is no need to lump generations in one monolith: We can find greater affinities with similarly minded members of other generations than create artificial divisions between ourselves and OH MY GOD HERE’S ANOTHER ACCURSED 1960s BABY BOOMER MOVIE. Ahem. Sorry. That just came out. Directed and starring Ewan McGregor (born 1971; a GenXer, if that matters), American Pastoral is an adaptation of the 1997 novel by Philip Roth (born 1933; a Silent Generation, if that also matters) that takes place throughout the 1960s. It focuses on an ordinary man as he undergoes crises marked by his wife’s infidelity but, more crucially, the involvement of their daughter in a deadly bombing. The novel sold well and was acclaimed all the way to a Pulitzer Prize; the film is in the process of disappearing without a trace. Directed without flair by McGregor, American Pastoral struggles to have something to say – the daughter is rebellious, the wife grows distant, the father looks for his fugitive girl and… that’s that. The awards-baiting quality of the film isn’t even remotely matched by bland dialogue and unconvincing plotting. I understand that the adaptation is a rushed, slimmed-down and earnest depiction of a novel that’s far more ironic in framing and purpose. Maybe; but the film itself is also long, uninvolving and featureless. Jennifer Connelly is wasted, but she’s not the only one – all of American Pastoral feels like an aimless production. Hopefully, it will unite all generations – against it.