Hyde Park on Hudson (2012)
(On Cable TV, September 2021) As much as I can determine, nine years after its release, Hyde Park on Hudson’s most enduring claim to fame is that this is the film in which American President Franklin Delano Roosevelt, played by Bill Murry, gets a delicately-implied handjob from a (distant) cousin played by Laura Linney. (Nearly every review mentions it, so this one won’t be any exception.) This happens early enough in the film to be counted as an establishing moment, especially as their family relationship is once again underlined right after his climax. That scene is a very, very curious choice because it leads viewers to expect paths that the subsequent film isn’t ready to follow. It’s not a comedy, not much of a romance, certainly not an attempt at historical realism and this fuzziness ends up being one of the defining characteristics of the film. Following FDR’s summer retreat of 1939 and the tangled web of relationships (marital or otherwise) surrounding him, it’s a film that struggles to justify its existence. Much like the equally-annoying Sunrise at Campobello, it relies on FDR worship, but unlike other films, it seems half-heartedly determined to undermine the historical character as well. The film obsesses about the president’s affairs and British royalty eating hot dogs but — a reminder — it isn’t a comedy. Murray’s not bad when he’s not portrayed as receiving sexual favours, but his very presence as a comedian contributes to the film’s problems, like not quite knowing what it’s about. In other words, Hyde Park on Hudson is a weird film with entirely self-inflicted problems. If it was meant as an Oscar contender, it certainly didn’t succeed: the Academy Awards ignored it, like most audiences did. It’s hard to fault them. Although there is a very funny film to be made about FDR, horndog president…