[dropcap style="font-size: 60px; color: #9b9b9b;"] T [/dropcap] he Magic of Belle Isle is a quaint movie in the tradition of The Legend of Bagger Vance or perhaps The Man Without a Face. It is a Rob Reiner directed film which automatically makes me want to see it. I have always been a fan of Reiner’s and were it not for the utter sweetness of this movie, I would even say that I see traces of Stand By Me. But Reiner seems to have evolved to a very mellow place. A place where a nice story about redemption and love without lust can bring happiness to little girls who have “lost” their father.
Morgan Freeman plays Monty, the grizzled and soured ex-writer of Western novels, who is trying to drink himself into oblivion. Now Reiner shows his mellowness in making Monty one of the least offensive or abusive drunks in movie history. He can barely bring himself to been mean-spirited to a 9 year old girl. Monty moves in next door to Virginia Madsen, who is a divorcee who lives on a bucolic lake in the magic town of Belle Isle , which looks like Maine, but seems to be within a quick drive of Manhattan (another Reiner idealization).
The story is about Monty rediscovering his muses (mother and daughters) and both symbolically and physically letting go of his pain of the death of his wife and the stagnation of his cowboy character. He dreams of a waltz in the moonlight with the beautiful neighbor lady….and she more or less obliges in that he fills the genteel void of a father to her daughters and a companion to her simple but cultured life.
there is a soft spot in all of us for a movie like this and especially when it is acted and directed by such pros. Unfortunately, I suspect I watched this as an iPad rental because it is simply too vanilla nice to interest the viewing public at large. Too bad, it’s a sweet film.