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I enjoyed Max Minghella's performance as the prodigal son who realizes
he's being molded into something he can't live up to and decides to
rebel. Minghella is very good in his role as the protective older
brother of Eliza, and he's a highlight. I also enjoyed the dimensions
behind Gere's character Saul, this man who needs to control his
environment to feel comfort, and safety, but realizes he just can't
accomplish it.
After watching “Akeelah and the Bee” and
being genuinely bowled over by how utterly fantastic it was, I couldn’t
imagine anything being up to its level in terms of character, and
approach. “Bee Season” is an utterly self-defeating film that takes
itself way too seriously, and attempts to pad the entire story with
utterly nonsensical sub-plots that meander from its original premise,
which is to watch the story of a young girl who has the ability to pull
words from the air and spell. What happened to the plot only forty-five
minutes in? Damned if I know. Gehee and Siegel take a mystical approach
to spelling, almost as if the character of Eliza is receiving these
words from a supernatural source.
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I utterly hate this attempt at
originality and innovation. “Bee Season” takes an artsy
fartsy approach to spelling, by undermining the abilities of
those who can spell, and then attempting to add a
quasi-religious quasi-mystical spin completely disregarding
the skill and masterful discipline it takes to spell. The
directors have no clue what the word simplistic means, and
that’s a shame. On its own without the constant sub-plots,
“Bee Season” could have been a very intriguing piece of
drama, but alas, it gets lost in its own hubris.
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When it’s not attempting to build a
precedent by showing Eliza forming the words in thin air a la CGI,
we’re pulled into all sorts of predictable story twists. Saul
becomes obsessed with his daughter’s abilities and neglects his son.
Didn’t see that coming. He uses her victory as a form of safety in
his life. Amazing. Every single plot twist present in this pure
malarkey comes off flat; even the son discovering Buddhism as a form
of implicit rebellion to his father. In this day and age does
changing your religious preference still cause such a stir in
parents? “Bee Season” begins as genuinely charming, then becomes
sappy and scattered with separated sub plots that never bind in one
direction heading for a cohesive plot.
Flora Cross has no life, or charm as
Eliza, and her attempts at emotion come off as brutally forced. Her
character Eliza has no dimensions, and she’s hardly as likable as
the audience would wish. I’m never a fan of religious propaganda in
a film that doesn’t apply to it, so I didn’t enjoy the Buddhist
introduction, which was an obvious facet insisted upon by Gere. We
get the point of the Buddhist worship by Saul’s son, but why cram it
down our throats so much? “Bee Season” results in a car crash of
meandering, sentimentality, and taking a concept much too seriously.
I checked out mentally about forty-five
minutes into this once it stopped revolving around about spelling bees…
which was its plot. For shame. Give me "Akeelah and the Bee" over this
any time.
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