By Alan Scherstuhl
By Stephanie Zacharek
By Carolina Del Busto
By Amy Nicholson
By Simon Abrams
By Kevin Dilmore
By New Times
By Amy Nicholson
Excess Baggage, Alicia Silverstone's first feature from her First Kiss Productions, turns out to be a rather shaggy and uninvolving jaunt. As Emily T. Hope, the moneyed teenager looking for love from her emotionally distant single dad (Jack Thompson), Silverstone pouts a lot while trying to wring our sympathy. Even though she plays a character who engineers her own kidnaping and gets caught up in a cops-and-crooks spree, Silverstone doesn't seem to be in on the action. She's still playing the spoiled rich kid from Clueless, except in that film, her princessy aloofness and connivance had more of a point. It was a setup for her comeuppance.
But in Excess Baggage, as in Batman & Robin, Silverstone, young as she is, already has the glazed, imperious look of a star who rations her favors. She's not taking any chances here, and it's a bit early in the game for that. Silverstone has talent, but she needs to be in movies that play around with her golden-girl pedigree--she needs filmmakers who can bring out the humor, and also the unpleasantness, in her Rodeo Drive shininess. As the producer of Excess Baggage, she protects herself--and blands herself out in the process.
What keeps the film from being the kind of thing that turns up on the USA Network is the presence of those wayward scene stealers Christopher Walken and Benicio Del Toro. Walken is Emily's "uncle" Ray--an ex-CIA assassin recruited by her father to rescue her. By usual Walken standards, Ray is a good guy, but Walken still plays him like a bad guy. His cadenced monotone and village-of-the-damned glowers are still mighty creepy. The performance is a must for the burgeoning number of Walken impersonators in our midst.
Del Toro, best known for The Usual Suspects, is playing the car thief who inadvertently gets hooked into Emily's kidnaping-for-ransom scheme. It takes a while to get used to Del Toro's low-slung drawl; he makes Tom Waits sound like David Niven. But after a while, you look forward to that drawl--it's practically the only thing you want to listen to in the movie. It's like verbal blues--a sleepy-time patter that comes out of a richer and freakier movie than the one we're watching.
Directed by Marco Brambilla.
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