Kettle of Fish (2006)
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SYNOPSIS
Longtime lothario, Mel, realizes he’s getting older and no
closer to love, so he decides to sublet his apartment and settle down with his
new girlfriend, Heidi. But no sooner has he moved in with Heidi, when a new woman,
Diana, catches his eye and obsession. When Heidi finds out about Diana, she dumps
Mel back onto the street and he’s forced back into his apartment, which is now
occupied by Ginger. Mel and Ginger form a friendship and try to help each other
navigate love and life.
STATUS
Debuts at Tribeca Film Festival on April 27, 2006.
REVIEWS
Tribeca Review: Kettle of Fish
Posted Apr 14th 2006 1:02PM by Karina
Longworth

Review
from www.cinematical.com
Claudia
Myers' Kettle of Fish is, in many ways, a throwback, but
this is not a bad place to throw back to every now and then. Recalling
all manner of classic screwball romantic comedies, from When Harry
Met Sally ... back to The Awful Truth, it's essentially
really well-done fluff that makes full use of the greatest unnatural
backdrop in the world, New York City.
As per the conventions of the genre, a sometimes whimsical, sometimes melancholy
jazz score propels the proceedings, which concern the adventures of Mel (a
surprisingly no-longer-boyish Matthew
Modine), a full-time bachelor and sometime saxophonist with deep attachments
to a ramshackle railroad and a goldfish named Daphne, but who is otherwise
incapable of commitment. Refreshingly, Mel knows that his caddish ways are
growing old as fast as he is; when he observes his best friend's deep bond
with his wife of 20 years, the panic sets in. Mel immediately impulsively suggests
that he and his young, Swedish, insufferably dull girlfriend shack up together;
that plan backfires as soon as there's another option on Mel's horizon. Actually,
there are two, and what options: first, we have Gina Gershon, faking English
(sometimes awkwardly, but, surprisingly often, admirably) to play Ginger, a
nerdy-yet-beautiful research scientist; and the gorgeously fresh-faced Christy
Cashman as Diana, Mel's married crush. Ginger sublets Mel's apartment during
his short-lived flirtation with cohabitation, sparking a barbed friendship
loosely built around Ginger's scientific interest in Mel's relationship with
Daphne. Mel and Diana meet cute, with her in a wedding dress running to catch
the water taxi to her Brooklyn marriage and accidentally landing in his arms;
he proceeds to essentially stalk her until time comes to decide which femme
really floats his heart.
Cashman seems, at first, to be doing a spin on the kind of slightly tough,
slightly dizzy blonde that Judy Holliday used to play; it's when we figure
out that the actress is really playing the Marilyn role that things get really
interesting. Mel is a living model of that old Big Punisher lyric, "I'm not
a playa, I just crush a lot." His non-romance with Diana is the perfect encapsulation
of how he usually gets crushed. It's a no brainer which gal Mel is going to
end up with, but Cashman's Diana is so appealing, at least initially, that
I wished she had had more of a chance. In fact, Myers has to go to some pretty
cliched lengths in the last act to make room for Ginger and Mel's inevitable
pairing, which is disappointing -- Kettle of Fish is never what you
might call "naturalistic", but at its best, it at least feels genuine. It would
be nice to see fewer superficial obstacles between Mel and his lady loves--
if only because it would require the character to actually have to make difficult
decisions about the course of his life. As it stands, Kettle's resolution
doesn't give much reassurance that the perpetual manchild has, in fact, grown
up. Still, Kettle has its charms, and to those generally susceptible
to well-done examples of genre, it'll probably be a delight. Sure, it's fluffy
and gauzy, but I'd rather be watching a film like this, about the lives grown
ups -- or, for that matter, of recognizable human beings -- than most of the
half-formed dreck that seems more and more to pad out festival lineups.
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