Dolores Claiborne


2.5/4

Starring: Kathy Bates, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Christopher Plummer, Judy Parfitt, David Strathairn

Rated R for Language and Domestic Abuse

Alcoholism and domestic violence, painful as they are, will never cease to compel because they have a deep relevance for everyone.  Whether it’s through first-hand or tangential means, we all know about alcoholism and spousal abuse (in many cases, the two go hand in hand).  In his film based on the book by Stephen King, director Taylor Hackford uses a mystery story as a means to examine both of these issues.

Selena (Leigh) is a reporter for the New York Times who returns to her small hometown after her mother, Dolores (Bates) has been arrested for the murder of her employer (Parfitt).   The two have been estranged for years, and this reunion is going to open some old wounds that Selena would much rather have been left alone.

With a cast like this, it goes without saying that the acting is strong.  Kathy Bates is very good as mother on trial.  The question is not just whether she killed Vera Donovan, the cruel woman whose house Dolores kept, but also if she was responsible for the death of her husband, Joe (Strathairn).  And if she was behind one or two of the deaths, was it out of cold blood, or did she have her reasons?  Dolores isn’t exactly a likable person; she speaks her mind when she really shouldn’t, and she resists all attempts to help in her own defense.  

As Selena, Jennifer Jason Leigh is a surprise (at least to me).  I have seen her in other roles, but she will be forever burned into my mind as the psychotic roommate in “Single White Female.”  But Leigh is such a good actress that it took me less than a second to see Selena St. George instead of Hedy Carlson.  Selena is resentful towards her mother, and she’s only back in town due to a sense of obligation rather than a genuine care for her mother’s well-being.  Judy Parfitt is good as the nightmarish employer, but who may not be as much of a bitch as she seems, and Christopher Plummer is perfectly slimy as the detective who seems to have it in for Dolores.

The problem with the film is that it’s way too long.  This is a 100 minute movie stretched out to over two hours, and there are times when the film drags way too much.  Once it finds its groove during the second hour, things get pretty interesting, but before that point, it’s pretty slow going.  The climax doesn’t work either.  It’s contrived and not particularly believable.

Watching this movie, I couldn’t help thinking of “Once Were Warriors,” a New Zealand film that dealt with the same issues in a much more compelling way.  That film was a brutal hit to the gut that will leave anyone reeling.  Although there are some qualities about “Dolores Claiborne” that bear mentioning, it doesn’t even come close to matching the impact of “Once Were Warriors” or any competently made mystery.

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