Story line tuckers out, but actors ham on in 'Die Mommie Die!'
Seattle Times movie critic
Greek tragedy meets high camp in this melodrama-with-a-twist, and the result — well, if Clytemnestra had had access to a suppository dipped in rat poison, things might have veered off course in "The Oresteia" too.
Charles Busch's play "Die! Mommy! Die!," on which the mysteriously renamed movie is based, is inspired by the classic drama, but you needn't worry if your ancient Greek is ancient history. Mark Rucker's film is far more closely intertwined with midcentury Hollywood melodrama. It's enjoyable yet predictable; even as it strives for zaniness, it never quite surprises.
Busch, swathed in scarves, plays former pop diva Angela Arden, a throaty-voiced matron given to such statements as "One feels the memory lingering, like smog over the canyon," as if she's composing a bad noir novel. Angela lives with her movie-producer husband (Philip Baker Hall, with a voice that could crack granite) and children (Natasha Lyonne, Stark Sands), and is in the throes of a passionate affair with the tennis pro (Jason Priestley), so her life is filled with draaaama, particularly after a murder plot goes horribly wrong.
Funny stuff, but these energetic performances have to battle a story that gets too tired too quickly. Rucker has filled his film with funny sight gags (at one point, the Y shape of a man's crotch fades into the Y shape of a martini glass) and a slightly graying Technicolor lushness, as if it's been sitting on the shelf for a while. Never mind about all those mysterious goings-on in the potting shed; the reason to watch "Die Mommie Die!" isn't for its story, but the zing in its actors' eyes.
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