Greetings again from the darkness. Owning a home remains the American Dream, and being unrealistic about the topic makes one an American Dreamer. The first few scenes of the film make it obvious that American Dreamer is not just the title of Dr. Phil Loder’s in-progress novel, but also a term that describes him. This is Paul Dektor’s directorial debut, and the script is co-written by Theodore Melfi (HIDDEN FIGURES 2016, ST VINCENT 2014) and Christopher Wehner. It’s loosely based on a true story.
Phil (Peter Dinklage) is an adjunct college professor who dreams of purchasing one of the multi-million-dollar mansions in the market. Inexplicably, he often crashes the open houses on these properties, or has his friend Dell schedule a viewing appointment. It’s inexplicable because Phil earns less than $50k per year. Dell (1980’s heartthrob Matt Dillon) is a smug high-producing realtor, and we never quite understand the bond between he and Phil. They are like oil(y) and vinegar, and Dell cuts to the quick when he tells Phil, “You’re a dreamer, not a doer.” (Just in case every single viewer hasn’t quickly figured that out)
We’ve all heard the adage: if it’s too good to be true, it probably is. Well, Phil proceeds to learn this lesson over and over … whether it’s through a real estate deal or the attraction of a beautiful woman. When Phil stumbles on an ad (in the classifieds section, no less), he has Dell check it out. The “deal” is for $240k, Phil can buy one of the spectacular mansions he’s been dreaming of. The catch? He must accept a “live-in” – the current owner, an elderly woman who Dell describes as “actively dying”. Phil is confined to a small, run-down apartment on the property “til she croaks”.
Of course, like Doc Holiday in TOMBSTONE, the elderly woman wasn’t quite as sick as she made out. Astrid Fanelli (Oscar winner Shirley MacLaine) intends to hold Phil to the agreement which includes his paying upkeep, repairs, and property taxes. This is just one of the pieces that is never explained and makes zero sense. It’s clear, these two will go one of two ways – either fight like proverbial cats and dogs, or become close friends.
Phil teaches a class in cultural economics, and the first question he asks his class is, “What do we need to be happy?”. Similar to the novel he’s writing, there is a “we see right through you” element to the autobiographical account of Phil’s own thoughts and dreams (including a fantasy relationship with twin beauties). Bottom line, Phil is not a likable guy, especially after liquidating his retirement fund and selling his personal belongings to get this “deal” (Phil is later seen packing up a U-Haul, though we never see him buy anything after liquidation of his assets).
Supporting work is by Danny Pudi (“Community”) as Phil’s supervisor, Michelle Mylett (“Letterkenney”) as Phil’s amorous student, Kimberly Quinn (HIDDEN FIGURES, 2016) as Astrid’s lawyer “daughter” and yet another with amorous intentions (though conflicted) towards Phil, and Danny Glover (at 78, not getting too old for this “stuff”) as a Private Investigator. The film belongs to Mr. Dinklage and Ms. MacLaine, and they do all they can with the material, expertly generating some terrific scenes … scenes that too often get crushed by the weight of other scenes and subplots that make little sense. Beyond that, though no one should be pleased with how the characters of Maggie and Claire are written, the film is certainly watchable, even with a weak ending.
In select theaters and OnDemand beginning March 8, 2024
Posted by David Ferguson 
Greetings again from the darkness. As consistently as January brings horror films, we can count on February to deliver Romantic Comedies released around Valentine’s Day. Although, these days, even rom-coms tend to arrive carrying the weight of social messaging wrapped in inclusion, with a concerted effort to avoid ruffling feathers and hurting feelings. The husband and wife writing team of Dave Franco and Alison Brie, with Franco directing and Brie in a lead role, have managed to play by the new rules and still deliver a watchable film – albeit one that I found more sad than comedic.
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