‘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.
“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.
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.