By Amy Nicholson
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Yes, Witherspoon's a sharp cupcake, a thinking guy's Doris Day. Why, then, does this cupcake keep starring in movies as awful for you as a plateful of Twinkies? Maybe she's a Ding-Dong. Certainly, Sweet Home Alabama is loaded with empty calories, and it's plenty stale -- anyone remember Doc Hollywood, airing on cable TV since George Bush (the original, not the sequel) was in office? Of course you do, which is why you'll adore Sweet Home Alabama. It contains the exact same plot -- big-city dope can't drown out the beating of a small-town heart -- and features this week's It Girl doing whatever it is that makes otherwise rational people get excited by moving pictures with sound.
Here, Witherspoon plays Melanie Carmichael, an up-and-coming New York City fashion designer whose clothes, it is said, will make Stella McCartney kill herself. Hers is the perfect life. She possesses a perfectly appointed apartment (she's not even shocked to find it one day littered with rose petals), works with a cadre of hipsters NBC would love to cast in their own Thursday-night series, and is engaged to Andrew (Patrick Dempsey, who played John F. Kennedy in a 1993 miniseries and now looks frighteningly like JFK Jr.), the son of New York City's mayor. Andrew is the kind of guy who rents out Tiffany's when it comes time to propose; the movies are special like that, you see, lifting us out of our own mundane, bill-paying lives and dropping us into the opulent and extravagant existences of folk so rich that they have their pick of any thousand-karat diamond in the joint. Sooner or later, some studio will simply film a director burning hundred-dollar bills for two hours; it will break all box-office records.
Anyway, Melanie has but one flaw: bad roots, the kind L'Oreal can't cover. She hails from a podunk town in Alabama, which worries her future mother-in-law (Candice Bergen, apparently reprising her role from Miss Congeniality), who keeps referring to Melanie as "that Carbuncle girl" -- a line that somehow manages to elicit a chuckle from the audience. Worse, Melanie never quite ended her first marriage to childhood sweetheart and soul mate Jake (Josh Lucas), a chicken-fried hunk with a heart of glass who won't sign the divorce papers, despite the fact that he now considers his would-be-ex little more than a "hoity-toity Yankee bitch" (again, big laughs). Just why he won't sign the papers is something of a mystery, or would be in the real world; in movieland, it's a convenient plot point that pays off at film's end, around the time Andrew and Melanie are traipsing down the aisle... or are they?
You know where this thing's headed -- just read the promotional tagline, "Sometimes what you're looking for is right where you left it" -- which means the ride to the inevitable destination had better be enjoyable or at least a little scenic. But it can't be in a film populated by yahoo stereotypes who appear to have been lifted from failed TV pilots: Fred Ward as the proud pop obsessed with Civil War reenactments; Bergen as the snooty bitch inexplicably covered in boils by film's end, suggesting a whole lot of deleted scenes somewhere; and a closeted small-town gay guy and the black New York fashion designer who will, likely, make him a man. Which leaves Witherspoon, that delicious pastry, to heave the movie on her small shoulders and carry it home. The load is light, but even she can't withstand the burden. No one can, when saddled with lines like, "You know, I never understood that expression, but, no, I am not shitting you." No, of course she isn't. Docked also for using the title song twice, once with Jewel singing lead.
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