February 29 comes once every four years. How I wish movies like “Leap Year” were released with the same frequency. To say that it’s bad would be untrue, but dang it, I’ve seen this movie a thousand times. It would not be enough to call it formulaic; these days, it seems romantic comedies are mass produced from a cookie cutter, and unfortunately, the blade shows no signs of getting dull. Maybe I need to be institutionalized. After all, the definition of insanity is doing something repeatedly and expecting a different outcome. Incidentally, I was reminded of this a year ago, when a reader so kindly informed me that my opinion of the Renée Zellweger comedy “New in Town” wasn’t valid. I guess we’re at a point now where audiences no longer mind knowing how everything will turn out before entering the theater. That may be why the ads for this movie exhausted 90% of the plot.
And what of the plot? Anna, a real estate stager from Boston (Amy Adams), has spent four years with her heart-surgeon boyfriend, Jeremy (Adam Scott), who still hasn’t proposed to her. When he’s unexpectedly sent to Dublin for a cardiologist’s convention, Anna decides to follow him. You see, an Irish legend gives license for a woman to propose to a man on February 29, and lo and behold, this is a leap year and Jeremy just happens to be in Ireland in late February (the next leap year is actually 2012, but never mind). His flaws are made abundantly clear as soon as he’s introduced: Although he’s pleasant, he’s not especially sensitive, and his appearance is so pristine that it’s obvious he puts his needs above anyone else’s. So what exactly does Anna see in him? I guess she missed out on the “He’s Just Not That into You” craze.
When her plane is forced to land in Wales because of inclement weather, Anna begins a hellish journey across rough waters to an Irish village on the Dingle Peninsula. Once there, she comes across a rundown pub/inn run by Declan (Matthew Goode), a surly and cynical young man who hasn’t fared too well in the relationship department. He’s in need of cash to pay his rent, which Anna will give him if he agrees to drive her to Dublin. He begrudgingly accepts the offer. Thus begins an all new series of hellish journeys for Anna, most of which involve comedy routines that come dangerously close to the slapstick antics of Lucille Ball. Poor Anna – she just can’t seem to catch a train or a taxi on time, nor does she seem capable of adapting to Irish culture. For Declan, it’s a matter of having to put up with a superficial American woman who actually believes in falling in love. |
This is hands down the best review I've read for this movie. You almost sound like Roger Ebert with your last paragraph. Great job!