I could, I suppose,
never get around to noting the 20th anniversary this month of the release
of Four Weddings and a Funeral, the comedy that became the highest-grossing British
film in history. But it would be more than an oversight: overlooking it in this
space would feel downright unjust.
Quite simply, I can’t
think of another rom-com from that time that gave me such all-around pleasure.
Quite a few in the cast and crew would go on to have other moments of triumph,
but to my mind, none would ever again appear in a work that shone so
brightly—including the male lead, Hugh Grant.
Till then, Grant had
been known primarily for dramatic fare (though his role as composer Frederic
Chopin, confused and sputtering about force of nature George Sand, in Impromptu, had given a hint that he
possessed broader range). Screenwriter Richard Curtis has claimed that the actor won the role of Charles, the inevitable
best man at weddings who never gets to the altar himself, after more than 70
actors had auditioned for it. That might be an exaggeration, but it seems
impossible now to imagine anyone else in the role.
In a retrospective on the film in Britain’s The Guardian, Catherine Shoard wryly observed that Grant
represented “an aspirational version of Curtis, with glossier hair and deeper
cheekbones.” True, perhaps. The implication is that Grant won the role because of his looks, but Curtis has been adamant that he was reluctant to see him in the role because he was too good-looking.
It was good the screenwriter overcame his resistance. While possessing the requisite looks that would make female viewers melt, Grant caught every nuance of wit and awkwardness of his commitment-phobic bachelor. The dark looks and effortless wit invited inevitable comparisons to an earlier Briton with the surname Grant—Cary—though with enough stammers to make him more approachable than godlike.
It was good the screenwriter overcame his resistance. While possessing the requisite looks that would make female viewers melt, Grant caught every nuance of wit and awkwardness of his commitment-phobic bachelor. The dark looks and effortless wit invited inevitable comparisons to an earlier Briton with the surname Grant—Cary—though with enough stammers to make him more approachable than godlike.
The comment by a female
friend of mine about Grant—“he’s adorable!”—summed up pretty nicely the
feminine reaction to the actor (until the news broke a couple of years later of his encounter with
Divine Brown, anyway). His presence surely accounted for this sleeper hit's appeal to one half of its audience. But the film also caught the frequent male yearning for The Woman
Who Got Away. (See, for instance, Bernstein’s reflection in Citizen Kane, 40 years after the fact,
of seeing a woman in a white dress, carrying a white parasol, on her way to New
Jersey on the ferry: “I’ll bet a month hasn’t gone by since that I haven’t
thought of that girl.”)
The actress who ended
up playing “that girl” in Four Weddings
and a Funeral, Andie MacDowell,
has come in for a fair amount of criticism from fans of the film. Kate Nagy, posting on the “Heroes and Heartbreakers” blog last year, offers a sort-of defense of the actress. (To sum
up her argument: Yes, MacDowell was
bad, but the script offered little to no room for development, anyway.)
There are a couple of
ways to approach this question. First, was MacDowell talented to begin with?
The answer to that, in the affirmative, had been given five years before, in Sex, Lies and Videotape.
Second, were there
actresses who could have played the part better? This last one becomes more
interesting, though also trickier. After the successful art-house film Enchanted April, director Mike Newell could pick from a large pool of
actresses ready to play the American beauty Carrie in Four Weddings and a Funeral. The one he originally cast,
Jeanne Tripplehorn, had to withdraw for personal reasons, but there is no
certainty at all that she would have been better than MacDowell. (She did not,
after all, display much chemistry with Grant a couple of years later when they
were paired in Mickey Blue Eyes.)
Another early candidate
for Carrie is more intriguing: Marisa Tomei. The one trait that Curtis’ script mentions about Carrie—her fairly
sizable list of lovers—was meant to convey not that she was promiscuous but that
she was a spunky free spirit. Tomei could have embodied that effortlessly (see,
for instance, her Oscar-winning role in My
Cousin Vinny) and might have inspired Curtis to tailor more material for
her talents.
The fact that Curtis
didn’t create in Carrie the kind of vivacious heroine of Thirties romantic
comedies such as Irene Dunne, Claudette Colbert, Carole Lombard or Jean Arthur
comes from the time and craft he spent on the subsidiary characters who swirl
around Charles, in some of the most memorable scenes in 1990s cinema. These
include Rowan Atkinson's exceptionally nervous minister; Kristin Scott
Thomas' Fiona, the cynical aristocratic friend who can’t help carrying a
torch for Charles; David Bower as Charles' deaf (and ribald) brother David; and
John Hannah, whose Matthew, eulogizing his male longtime companion, started a
rush to the bookstores by reciting W.H. Auden’s poem “Funeral Blues.”
Curtis took up
directing after Four Weddings and a
Funeral. With the film he released last fall, About Time, he has
announced that though he’ll remain active in the film industry, he will no
longer helm any pictures. This may be just as well, since, in his two
subsequent vehicles for Grant—Notting
Hill and Love Actually—the sentimentality
that remained under control in his collaboration with Newell became unchecked,
with no other creative force to balance out his creative choices with a dash of vinegar.
But, along the way,
Curtis had still managed to write a script that, if not perfect, was so
consistently winning that nobody noticed the difference. My own favorite scene
in the Oscar-nominated Four Weddings and
a Funeral involves Charles and Carrie. MacDowell doesn’t have to do much
here, but Grant nails Charles’ hilarious—and humanizing—tongue-tied eloquence
definitively:
[Charles comes
running after Carrie]
Charles:
“Ehm, look. Sorry, sorry. I just, ehm, well, this is a very stupid question
and... , particularly in view of our recent shopping excursion, but I just
wondered, by any chance, ehm, eh, I mean obviously not because I guess I've
only slept with 9 people, but-but I-I just wondered... ehh. I really feel, ehh,
in short, to recap it slightly in a clearer version, eh, the words of David
Cassidy in fact, eh, while he was still with the Partridge family, eh, ‘I think
I love you,’ and eh, I-I just wondered by any chance you wouldn't like to...
Eh... Eh... No, no, no of course not... I'm an idiot, he's not... Excellent,
excellent, fantastic, eh, I was gonna say lovely to see you, sorry to
disturb... Better get on...”
Carrie:
“That was very romantic.”
Charles:
“Well, I thought it over a lot, you know, I wanted to get it just right.”
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