Rating: 1.5 stars
I can only imagine that admirers of Jonathan Demme’s Rachel Getting Married—and they are legion—will describe it thusly: A big gumbo of human experience—laughter, sex, music, pain, friendship, family, and love—all stirred together in one rich pot.
To which I say, what a crock.
As the film starts, Kym (Anne Hathaway, who's excellent) is being let out of rehab to attend the wedding of her sister Rachel (Rosemarie DeWitt). Kym, apparently, has been an addict for 10 years—she’s extremely needy, has a big dark secret (the kind of melodramatic plot twist that undermines the supposed naturalism of the story), and tends to think the whole world revolves around her pain. Somewhere, buried deep beneath the many cluttered layers of Rachel Getting Married is actually a pretty good story about the way an addict sibling can cannibalize an entire family.
Demme is certainly interested in the ways that Kym wreaks havoc on the entire affair—but he’s equally interested in throwing a heckuva party. The wedding, actually held at the family’s rambling Victorian home in...