‘Boundaries’ is a funny, sentimental road-trip movie

My parents had to carry me to my first movie house experience, “Road to Singapore,” in which Bob Hope and Bing Crosby nonchalantly yukked things up.

In 1940, when I was three.

It was so flimsy that I didn’t remember a single thing about it when I saw a re-release decades later.

Christopher Plummer and Vera Farmigna take a funny and poignant road trip as father and daughter in “Boundaries.”

“Boundaries,” my latest road movie, has production values that are 1,000 light years better.

And it’s memorable, if only because of the lead performances.

That acting — by Christopher Plummer as Jack, a crusty but charming pot-dealing senior who’s drifting downhill mentally and physically, and Vera Farmiga as Laura, his angst-plagued daughter who’s addicted to rescuing mangy pooches — is infinitely better.

Ditto the plot (which is poignant as well as funny and therefore immeasurably better than the über-hokey“Singapore”) despite its predictability, occasionally banal dialogue and overabundance of F-bombs.

Whazzup?

After Jack’s booted out of a nursing home, he cons Laura, a single mother, into driving across country with him (along with Henry, her awkward 14-year-old son who’s hell-bent on sketching unreal nude pictures of real folks).

The dramedy also features top-notch supporting — and quirky — moments provided by Christopher Lloyd and Peter Fonda.

Plus Bobby Cannavale as Laura’s ex.

Plummer’s performance, not incidentally, is 1,000 miles away from his slightly stilted patriarchal role in “The Sound of Music” but certainly equal to his sensitive gay-dad stint in the much more recent “Beginners.”

Because I’m a sucker for comedy, sentimentality and films that oldsters like myself can appreciate, I give it a three-rocking chair rating (out of five) on my newly invented geezer scale.

“Boundaries” is playing at the Cinearts @ Sequoia in Mill Valley, and Landmark’s Opera Plaza in San Francisco.

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Woody WeingartenWoody Weingarten, who can be reached at www.vitalitypress.com/ or voodee@sbcglobal.net, can’t remember when he couldn’t talk — or play with words. His first poem was published in high school but when his hormones announced the arrival of adulthood, he figured he’d rather eat than rhyme. So he switched to journalism. And whadda ya know, the bearded, bespectacled fella has used big, small and hyphenated words professionally since jumpstarting his career in New Yawk City more than 60 years ago. Today the author of the book “Rollercoaster: How a man can survive his partner’s breast cancer” is also a reviewer-critic, blogger and publisher — despite allegedly being retired. During his better-paid years as a wage slave he was an executive editor and writer for daily and weekly publications in California, Florida, New Jersey, Pennsylvania and New York. He won writing awards for public service and investigation, features, columns, editorials and news. Woody also has published weekly and monthly newspapers, and written a national column for “Audio” magazine. A graduate of Colgate University, he owned a public relations/ad agency and managed an advertising publication. The father of two and grandfather of three, he and his wife, Nancy Fox, have lived in San Anselmo in Marin County for three decades. He figures they'll stay.View all posts by Woody Weingarten →