A Home At The End Of The World
Facts and Figures
Run time: 97 mins
In Theaters: Thursday 14th October 2004
Box Office USA: $0.9M
Box Office Worldwide: $1.5M
Distributed by: Warner Independent
Production compaines: Warner Independent Pictures (WIP), Hart-Sharp Entertainment, Killer Films
Contactmusic.com: 2 / 5
Rotten Tomatoes: 49%
Fresh: 55 Rotten: 58
IMDB: 6.8 / 10
A Home At The End Of The World Movie Review
A few years later, after the deaths of both Carlton and his mother, Bobby is a puppy-eyed teenager who inherited Carlton's magnetic personality and utter lack of guile, which is what attracts another teen, the gawkier Jonathan, to him. After his dad dies, Bobby moves permanently into the Glover household as a sort of unofficial adopted brother to Jonathan - except that they're brothers who occasionally make out and smoke joints with Mrs. Glover (Sissy Spacek). The rather uptight Jonathan (he wears glasses and has braces, you see) can't handle Bobby's openness and is more than a little jealous of how eagerly her mother has embraced him into their family, and their romantic relationship stalls.
A jump into the early 1980s presents Bobby (Colin Farrell) and Jonathan (Dallas Roberts) all grown up. Bobby's a 24-year-old baker still living with Jonathan's parents in Cleveland, but when they retire to Arizona, he decides to move to New York and crash in Jonathan's East Village pad. There, Bobby's eager innocence quickly endears him to the older Claire (Robin Penn Wright), Jonathan's roommate, and they form a quirky triumvirate. There's more that develops later, what with Claire getting pregnant, and the three of them breaking up, coming back together again, and buying a house together - it's all very much like a slightly risque WB show, Party of Three - but the sparks that were briefly struck in that cramped, overdecorated East Village apartment quickly go out. There's only so long that a film that is this shallow can keep interest alive in this happily unconventional threesome in their small-town farmhouse, though, and so a dramatic departure and a tragic illness are introduced, presumably to ensure that tears will flow, dammit.
In his feature debut, director Michael Mayer has a solid set of performers in Farrell, Roberts and Wright, especially Farrell, whose angelic goodness somehow never becomes cloying, and Wright, displaying a rarely-seen verve and unpredictability as a volatile divorcee. But the ultimate thinness of this material is an unavoidable handicap, with numerous emotional scenes left dangling in a narrative vacuum (and some obvious scenes, like the birth of Claire's baby, are inexplicably left out), and Mayer's habit of marking the changing of the years with a selection of Rhino oldies gets wearisome fast. Whatever reservoir of good will the filmmakers may have built up during the earlier passages, especially the rather sweet and funny adolescent years, is exhausted by the conclusion's purposeless dramatics.
The DVD includes a short making-of documentary.
Eyebrows at the end of the world.