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John Grisham's The Rainmaker lulls you into the mindset you get while reading a bestseller at the beach. What a sad thing to say about a Francis Ford Coppola movie! Rather than heighten your awareness the way director Coppola's The Godfather (1972) or The Conversation (1974) did, The Rainmaker makes you feel lazy and accepting, at best mildly curious. Coppola gives himself over to John Grisham, Esq., and the result is the most faithful Grisham movie yet. But the fusion of entirely distinct talents fails to produce life-giving energy. Like most Grisham fiction, The Rainmaker is about an earnest young lawyer who becomes disillusioned with the law; it allows readers and viewers to slake their hunger for legal minutiae and their hatred for lawyers simultaneously.
The story unfolds in a contemporary Memphis overrun with competing attorneys. Eager Rudy Baylor (Matt Damon) tries to establish himself with the help of a self-described "para-lawyer," Deck Shifflet (Danny DeVito), and a dynamite case of insurance fraud. A company called Great Benefit has refused to approve a bone marrow transplant for a poor leukemia patient, Donny Ray Black (Johnny Whitworth). As the boy lies dying, his parents, Dot and Buddy (Mary Kay Place and Red West), ask Rudy to fight Great Benefit's haughty denials of the family's claims. "You must be stupid, stupid, stupid," concludes one of the company's letters.
Holden Caulfield kicked off The Catcher in the Rye by sneering at his readers, "The first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like... all that David Copperfield kind of crap." Grisham toadies to his readers by providing all that David Copperfield crap -- and more: a Dickens paradigm stripped of poetic and satiric genius, reduced to a white-bread bildungsroman of an unblemished young colt battling an unjust system and acquiring a host of colorful and eccentric allies.
Coppola follows Grisham's lead. As the hero tumbles through his first-person narration (Michael Herr wrote the half-funny, half-clumsy voice-over), Rudy and Deck learn at the well-shod feet of their employer, Bruiser Stone (Mickey Rourke), who runs topless bars as well as a consortium of unapologetic ambulance chasers; get not-too-subtle help from Judge Tyrone Kipler (Danny Glover), who can't hide his mistrust of the fat cats in the Great Benefit case; and team up with Jackie Lemanczyk (Virginia Madsen), a former Great Benefit claims adjuster willing to blow the whistle on her ex-employer. In the meantime Rudy finds a surrogate mother in his landlady, Miss Birdie (Teresa Wright), who hates her real children, and experiences love at first sight with Kelly Riker (Claire Danes), an abused wife.
This is the type of underdog fable in which the underdog is little more than a puppy and a whole lot of people are ready to pat him on the head and give him a biscuit -- or give him puppy love, in the case of the bland, vulnerable Kelly. Rudy is Grisham's by-now familiar stand-in for himself, and Coppola doesn't eliminate the author's self-adoring sentimentality. In some ways he accentuates it. In the book, before the main story starts, Rudy trashes one law firm and is suspected of torching another. It's understandable for Coppola to cut these introductory episodes, but without some version of them there's nothing to lend shading or weight to Rudy's character. When he breaks out in a murderous fit at Kelly's battering husband, he's not a hothead -- rather, he's a Galahad who's seen enough. Damon was both dignified and tremulous in Courage Under Fire and Geronimo: An American Legend, but here he wears an on-and-off kind of deadpan demeanor. It's hard to tell if his guarded expression is actually guarding anything.
Coppola stays true to Grisham -- and exposes him. What makes Grisham an easy read during half-dozes on beach towels or in hammocks is the way he spins a yarn out by the yard: one plot development per chapter. Coppola compresses the material without strengthening it, and he ends up with a ball of yarn. He tries to add texture and vibrancy but in effect underlines the banal. For example, in the film, Rudy spots Kelly as a battered spouse -- not just because he sees her husband brutalize her (in a wheelchair! in a hospital cafeteria!), but because his own mother was one. And when the voice-over doesn't drive home the obvious, Elmer Bernstein's music hammers us instead. Has Coppola grown to mistrust the audience? Not necessarily. He may want to pump feeling into a narrative that unfortunately rejects it. The histrionic intrusions are like failed operatic arias: Donny Ray's father parading a picture of his dead son in the face of the Great Benefit defense; the man who wrote the "stupid, stupid, stupid" letter grimacing on the witness stand as if he can't stand his own stink.
Although Coppola overworks Rudy's novice status (the young attorney needs an "objection!" cheat sheet), the director keeps the courtroom action loose and the verdict unpredictable. The camera sometimes points in the wrong direction, and there are several glaring errors in storytelling and stagecraft -- such as Rudy emerging from a deadly scuffle with nary a visible scratch. But as in a serviceable beach book, you can adjust to the slack rhythms, following the story while your mind goes into alpha-wave mode, content to absorb the legal stratagems and the unraveling of the insurance scam.
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