Alex & Emma (2003)
(On TV, November 2020) I am an incredibly forgiving audience for movies discussing the craft of fiction writing, and it boggles my mind that Alex & Emma slipped under my radar for a good… ugh… seventeen years. At least it does offer a way to go back in time and see decent performances from the younger Kate Hudson and Luke Wilson. He is a writer with a severe writer’s block and gambling problem; she is a stenotypist hired to make him write a complete novel in thirty days. If he doesn’t write, he doesn’t get paid and he doesn’t pay back his gambling debt and he probably dies at some point. The stakes are thus established, and so is the basic ludicrousness of the premise: I know a lot of writers, and even those rare ones who use Dictaphones and voice recognition would rather stop writing (and maybe even die) than trust someone else to deliver a finished manuscript. Still, let’s give that one a bit of disbelief: There’s nothing less interesting than a writer typing away (or, most often, staring blankly into space as they plot and plan and try to find the right words), so having a writing partner is essential to having a movie… and a romantic plot. For he is writing a romance, and soon the parallels between their situation and the story being recreated on-screen predictably emerge. She pokes and prods and questions his choices; he changes his mind and so do the imaginary excerpts of the story—Since they play their avatars, Hudson ends up playing three or four different roles as he keeps changing the identity of her character. It’s an amiable, highly dramatized look at the life of novel writers: director Rob Reiner keeps things light and amusing until a predictably dramatic third act, and the film is easy enough to watch, with a few chuckles along the way. It’s not demanding watching, and that often doesn’t quite play smoothly enough: it’s not clear if he’s a talented writer, and it’s not clear if what he’s writing is meant to be serious or a simple potboiler. (It’s probably genre fiction, but that leads to further questions about his career that the film does a bad job explaining: it would make far better sense if he had half a dozen novels already published rather than just one.) Comparisons with Paris When It Sizzles are not at all complimentary—but then again, Hudson and Wilson are not Holden and Hepburn. Still, I liked Alex & Emma almost as much as I expected to: it’s a bit of fluff, but a bit of fluff in a domain that I like hearing about.