A Prairie Home Companion

Grade: C+
Robert Altman strikes a folksy thud in this tale of an ole-fashioned radio show’s final performance.
No one can cast and photograph like Altman, and backstage dressing rooms come alive amidst the tarnished glamour and multiple make-up mirrors of a broadcast facing retirement and a theater facing dismantlement. A tight-knit and eccentric company of radio performers brings kooky yet ultimately tiring charm to the proceedings, on-air performances lackluster when juxtaposed against the real life nuttiness behind the curtain. While one never forgets the star kilowatts at play, sisters Meryl Streep and Lily Tomlin delight in an overtalking frenzy of remembrances, riffing off one another with giddy abandon, and John C. Reilly and Woody Harrelson are a salty pair of singing cowboys, grungy, foul and funny in equal measures. Kevin Kline is stuck in Mickey Spillane dialogue and klutzy pratfalls that quickly become irritatingly tedious, and Lindsay Lohan has the personality of peeling wallpaper next to such effortless veterans. Garrison Keillor, playing, well, Garrison Keillor, is so other-worldly strange one spends much of the movie wondering if he’s truly this weird in real life.
Once the initial charm wears thin, there ain’t all that much of an actual story to tell. Altman attempts to infuse the piece with a treatise on the nature of death, none of which gels with the frothier tale of a time gone by and friends about to be separated by unemployment. Virginia Madsen is somewhat appallingly misplaced as an “angel of death” figure who mysteriously skulks around the theater, touching people (physically and spiritually) and taking them away to the hereafter. Tommy Lee Jones is a cardboard cutout as the meannie station owner utterly devoid of sentimentality and stoically disinterested in preserving a lost era.
When the performers are jabbering good-naturedly backstage or singing goofy songs with carefree pleasure on stage, there is a sweet twinkle that whiles away the hours. But, as someone who usually loves the interlocking multi-dimensions of Altman’s work (his last two films both made my top ten lists) this is a mildly bemusing, lightly pretentious, somewhat unfinished and unfocused throwaway.
Like an oldie but a goodie radio show one remembers from yesteryear, the nostalgic expectation is far more powerful than the actual wattage of the transmission. Bidding a fond farewell doesn’t seem tragic so much as somewhat overdue.
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