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Our heroine here is a wispy blonde named Betty (Reneé Zellweger) who deftly pours coffee at the Tip Top Cafe, somewhere in the sticks of Kansas. Because Betty is obsessed with her own version of Oz -- in this case a cheesy L.A. soap opera called A Reason to Love -- she's in dire need of exploring her own "Dorothy" side. In her mind she's already off to meet the wizard of love, the show's Dr. David Ravell, a sexy heartthrob played by a mediocre actor named George McCord (Greg Kinnear). Betty's world is tiresome and hopelessly lacking in inspiration, as is aptly summed up by her birthday celebration, which consists of a cupcake with a candle in it; a photo shoot with a cardboard cutout of Dr. Ravell (purchased by a coworker "on the goddamn Internet, where else?"); a blowoff from her best friend, Sue Ann (Kathleen Wilhoite); and thinly veiled insults from her husband's secretary, Joyce (Sheila Kelley), whom her husband's been sloppily schtupping. Ironically her wretched spouse, Del (LaBute regular Aaron Eckhart), summons the tornado that ends up whisking Betty away. A sleazy car salesman (and typically facile portrait of the American white male), Del is the antithesis of his beleaguered wife's television hero, explaining that "these actors are mainly models... which are mainly faggots... and the rest are assholes." Poignantly he punctuates his decree by munching Betty's cupcake... uh, literally.
But the storm is already on its way, in the form of Charlie (Morgan Freeman) and Wesley (Chris Rock), two outsiders who have blown into town with a mysterious motive and attitude to burn. (When Betty waits on them, asking Wesley if he's sure his greasy eats are a good choice, he shoots back: "You sure you want a tip when I'm done?") Clearly a master and ward, Charlie soon approaches Del with a stealthy resolve and a score to settle, but Wesley, a seething definition of the word uppity, is much less patient, catalyzing one of the two gratuitously ugly segments that bookend the movie. Quick as a flash, effeminate investigative reporter Roy (Crispin Glover) and domineering Sheriff Ballard (Pruitt Taylor Vince) are on the case, but Betty has already blocked the grisly experience from her memory and swiped one of her husband's cars to head west. Her mission: to find her true love at the mythical Loma Vista Hospital in Los Angeles.
Because there's a clever hook in nearly every scene, it would spoil far too much to reveal more of the plot, except to suggest that the writers clearly were influenced by both Thelma and Louise and The King of Comedy, the former for feminist empowerment, the latter for delusional play-acting. (There's quite a bit of Soapdish in here as well.) But those movies only hint at the charm of this quirky and astute adventure, which actually bears a closer resemblance, in tone and gratification, to Terry Gilliam's The Fisher King (a movie that the luminous Roger Ebert, in his infinite wisdom, dismissed as noisy and incomprehensible). Because Nurse Betty's politics are reasonable (except for the repulsive whitey and a vicious Latino gangbanger -- and even these entities are not unknown in this land), it sidesteps the aftertaste of doom that plagues many a tale of purloined "empowerment" or oblivious delirium. We visit the Grand Canyon here, but the director doesn't glorify it excessively or kill anybody in it, or force anyone to lose his mind among the madding egos of the television soundstage... at least not for long. In this sense LaBute, like Gilliam, has a much more balanced approach to our national ennui and insanity than Ridley Scott (Thelma) or Lawrence Kasdan (Grand Canyon) could offer a few years ago. (Also, unlike our hero Forrest Gump, Betty is not a moron.) While The Fisher King wore its mythic subtext on its sleeve (a bow to screenwriter Richard LaGravenese for that), Nurse Betty couches its archetypes in everyday conventions, which are likely to render it quite the accessible crowd pleaser. There's a wealth of relatable material at hand, especially as the fantasies of Betty and Charlie lead them, pari passu, toward their intermingled destiny.
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