Mr. and Mrs. Smith tells the modest, self-effacing story of two hit people who happen to be married to each other in
Principally a movie about cheekbones, about what life is like being cuter and more famous than you little people in the theatres, the storyline itself is as gossamer a pretext as the two leads’ names. Jane and John Smith are bored with their five or six year marriage so they seek counseling. John grimaces at the ugly new green curtains that his wife placed on the living room windows. Jane tries inserting some peas into their dinner, but something is wrong: you can tell by the bland way they brush their pearly teeth with the twin drones of their electric brushes.
Yet, on any given evening, Jane may sneak off in a dominatrix outfit to play some hanky panky with an Iranian prince before breaking his neck. She then uses her unspooling metallic purse to drop 8 flights off the edge of a building before hailing a taxi back home. John may also run off to charm himself into a poker game by acting drunk before shooting three armed men, one behind his back. They both use the fancy technological gadgetry one would expect to find in a Mission Impossible sequel. Naturally, on a parallel mission in the
The film is entertaining in a shallow way, but I was bothered by the hint of complacency on Brad Pitt’s face, the sense after awhile that these stars are basically untouchable, that nothing is really at stake except the occasional photogenic flesh wound. Vince Vaughn’s occasional wisecracking appearance as John’s friend Eddie was a relief because he is at least recognizably human. I guess one could read into the film a kind of statement about the battle lines of marriage now finding their perfect expression in submachine gunfire. Being a hit man does lend itself to the
Don’t they make a cute couple, and isn’t exchanging gunfire erotic? They make witty comments like “It was just a little bomb” and “At times I wanted to kill her.” Angelina Jolie stole Brad from Jennifer Aniston in the course of making the film, so people can now watch it in the context of their burgeoning love. In a film about a dull marriage, what irony! Do they kill Jennifer early on in the film? Can you see the light of a dawning love in their eyes? Individually so gorgeous, how can they find the energy to love one another? Could Brad’s and Angelina’s repeated denials of their purported mad passion for each other have anything to do with marketing the movie? Think of the tabloid meltdown if they got together with Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes and swapped partners.