The Tomorrow Man (2019)
(On Cable TV, June 2021) There’s something half-clever in the conceit at the heart of The Tomorrow Man if you see it as a romantic comedy of sorts — the opposition between a doomsday prepper and a borderline hoarder. It works even better considering that John Lithgow (a master of implicit comedy, helped by a refusal to go manic) and Blythe Danner (as attractive now as ever) headline the film and can easily earn sympathy even when playing flawed characters. The prepper mindset carries a certain topicality, but it’s clear that, as the film digs into the tortured psyche of its characters, it has more to do with a certain kind of paranoia than a current-events commentary. I have to admit that I’ve got a certain innate sympathy for Lithgow’s character here — I’m maybe twenty-five years, one mental breakdown and one tumble down the conspiracy cliff away from him. As an elderly romance (both actors are in their mid-70s), The Tomorrow Man is cute and rather straightforward once a few initial mysteries are resolved. It does have its clunky moments, some at the beginning (it’s not clear why she doesn’t view him as an alarming stalker) and many more at the end (with some idiot plotting, unearned changes of opinion and unsatisfying developments). But writer/director Noble Jones is going for something a bit difficult to full define, perhaps because the script so often slips and falls. The ending sequence, which throws the film in a somewhat different genre simply for the sake of a good ironic joke, is a bit like that: Sure, it’s a surprise, but does it fit? Does it finalize the character’s journey, or does it negate it? As I’ve said: half-clever. Halfway there, but not there. Maybe tomorrow.