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Eww deal: Hyde Park on Hudson



Hyde Park on Hudson (R)

It was on the same fateful summer weekend in 1939, with the English royals visiting for the first time and worrying over war and wiener etiquette, that Franklin Roosevelt's distant cousin Daisy finally wised up to his philandering. This was not easy for Daisy; having recently been summoned to his upstate New York retreat to see his stamp collection, she wound up jerking him off to a Glenn Miller tune in a meadow of wildflowers, and becoming moony about the great man thereafter.

Or so Hyde Park on Hudson very politely insists. The premise of director Roger Michell's film, from Richard Nelson's script, is not implicitly contentious. The problem is that it's not implicitly compelling either.

A mousy naif, Daisy also serves as the movie's narrator. "They all wanted something from him," she tells us, in a tone that seems uninvitingly to split the difference between romance novel and children's book, "and all he wanted was to relax." All she wanted, maybe, was to please him and to maintain his preferential attention. But she wasn't sure what she wanted, or at least the filmmakers weren't. These are not the highest of dramatic stakes.

But what if, in addition to being a faintly prestigious period piece, Hyde Park on Hudson also is supposed to be a comedy? Importantly, this Daisy is played by Laura Linney, whose career has shrewdly reconciled dimpled guilelessness with squinting calculation. And even more importantly, this Roosevelt is played by Bill Murray.

Delight at his own good fortune always has read well on the face of Murray, who looks increasingly pleased to have figured out how little he now needs to do. Here, he gently guides his old familiar unkempt charm into relatively new territory: the polio-stricken POTUS who also played around.

Now we wouldn't want Murray to get all Daniel Day-Lewis on us, and indeed this particular big-screen presidential portrait does at least seem refreshing for its lack of ponderousness. But we are within our rights to hope for something more innately, less politely Murrayish than peering through a pince-nez, champing at a cigarette holder, and taking too much female affection for granted. Other women in this Mr. Roosevelt's life include his mother (Elizabeth Wilson), his personal secretary (Elizabeth Marvel) and his wife (Olivia Williams), yet more sharp actors mired in dull circumstances.

As scenes linger, we're left to reflect on how movies and the people in them have evolved in the years since, say, Rushmore, another strategic seriocomic application of Murray, Williams and hand-job jokes. Yes, a comedy would do quite nicely, but not one so dainty and sexless as this. Neither scandalizing nor humanizing, Hyde Park avoids the apparent risk of intimacy. It settles into a lethargic holding pattern.

With the date which will live in infamy still a couple of years away, our FDR prepares to receive King George VI (Samuel West) and Queen Elizabeth (Olivia Colman), the newbie royals in search of pre-war support. This affords a sly few moments of aristocratic culture clash, and the film's best scene, one sodden late-night pep talk from paralyzed president to stammering king.

But it also suggests indifference to the initial established framework. What was to become of that poor, open-hearted dullard Daisy? Did the movie get bored and give up on its own main character?

Not exactly: In Nelson and Michell's arrangement, it was Daisy who showed the monarch how best to mustard up his hot dog. The rest is history, of sorts. Some new deals are better than others.

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Hyde Park on Hudson

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Director: Roger Michell

Writer: Richard Nelson

Producer: Roger Michell, Kevin Loader and David Aukin

Cast: Bill Murray, Laura Linney, Olivia Williams, Olivia Colman, Samuel West, Elizabeth Marvel, Eleanor Bron and Blake Ritson

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