Movie Review: Feast of Love
I walked into Feast of Love with high expectations. Despite his reputation in some corners as a lightweight (probably only because he hosted Talk Soup all those years ago), I think Greg Kinnear is a profoundly underrated actor. His recent work, especially in Auto Focus, The Matador and Little Miss Sunshine has been wonderfully understated. That he would be joined by a bevy of equally solid, unflashy actors--Morgan Freeman, Jane Alexander, Radha Mitchell, Selma Blair--assured me that I was in for a good viewing experience.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Feast of Love certainly isn't a bad movie, but it is surprisingly mediocre. Allison Burnett seems to have adapted far too much of Charles Baxter's original book. The movie overflows with plot to such a degree that some events feel terribly abrupt and without sufficient background to motivate them. Director Robert Benton surely deserves significant blame for this. He didn't cut the script in pre-production and he certainly didn't put his foot on the neck of his editor. Because of that, the film is sometimes a mess.