Tom Hanks and Robin Wright star in a tough and disappointing film : NPR

The marketing of the film Here has heavily emphasized its status as a Forrest Gump reunion for Tom Hanks, Robin Wright and director Robert Zemeckis. (The script is also from Gump screenwriters Zemeckis and Eric Roth.) Whether or not a Forrest Gump reunion was something people were looking for 30 years after the fact, Here does have a lot in common with its predecessor, including the sense that it’s sometimes more tricky — both technically and narratively — than good.

Based on a graphic novel by Richard McGuire, Here is filmed from one single point of view: the corner of a living room somewhere in the United States. (Presumably somewhere in the mid-Atlantic, for reasons that relate to Benjamin Franklin. It’s a long story. Literally.) The core of the film is the relationship between Richard (Hanks) and Margaret (Wright), whom we meet as teenagers as they’re falling in love and then follow all the way until they’re 80.

But on top of their story, Here also shows vignettes of other lives in the house over time: there’s Richard’s parents, along with the people who lived there in the earliest part of the 20th century, a couple in the 1920s, and even a family during COVID-19 after Richard and Margaret have left. Moreover, we see the view from the same spot before the house was even built, when a couple billed only as Indigenous Man and Indigenous Woman had warm moments there. (And when dinosaurs were there, and during colonial times, and yes, this is where Ben Franklin enters into it.)

In order to cram all of this into a movie that’s only a little over an hour and a half long, the scenes are very short — the ones I timed in my head while watching seemed to be largely in the 30 to 45 second range, though some are longer (especially the ones with monologues) and some are shorter. The result is a very long montage with an admirable thesis: In an ordinary house, all kinds of extraordinary things happen. People are born and they die, they fall in love and out of love, they have ideas and make art, and they experience important moments along with the rest of the world.

What’s strange is that the film goes astray specifically because it suggests the house is extraordinary rather than ordinary. It figured in colonial history, it has an important artifact buried in the backyard, and in a very charmingly acted but very corny touch, it was the place where an important invention was … invented. It didn’t need these things, really. The families are enough, and that should have been the point.

Visually, the level of experimentation Zemeckis uses is impressive — one technique uses inset boxes almost like windows in an advent calendar, where a box appears and you see through that scene to another one. So, for instance, you’re watching a scene set in 1980, but a box opens and shows you the fireplace in 1940. And to even figure out how to film like this, how to manage depth of field and focus, has to have been a gargantuan task. (I think I’d be more interested in a documentary about how they made Here than I was in Here.)

Unfortunately, the underlying story has trouble getting going because of how busy the movie is. Wright does an admirable job giving Margaret a real personality with a relatively modest amount of screen time, but it’s not clear who many of the other characters, including Richard, really are.

Also, the Indigenous Man and Indigenous Woman business, while certainly a reasonable effort to acknowledge that the history of a place does not equal the history of a house, feels perfunctory and underdeveloped. The Black family we see living in the house in 2020 fares perhaps even worse, limited to worrying about COVID and giving their son “the talk” about dealing with the police. It’s not that they shouldn’t have included these things, but it’s sad that those are very nearly the only on-screen moments the family has. In a crowded movie like Heresome things were always likely to get short shrift — almost everything does. But these things have a particular sting.

It’s not a good movie, unfortunately. But as NPR film critic Bob Mondello pointed out, it’s interesting to see long-time directors like Zemeckis attempt to pull their entire filmmaking philosophies into these late-career projects, trying to make sure that what they want to say gets said. That might be more poignant and more pointed about mortality and meaning, in fact, than anything in the movie itself.

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